Page 11 of Captured By the Russian Wolf

I barely had time to register my surroundings before Nikita spun me around and pressed me against the wall with a force that emptied my lungs. His hands were on me immediately, onegripping my ribs while the other cupped the back of my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse that raced under my skin.

"You think you can toy with me?" he whispered, his voice filled with the kind of intensity that paralyzed me.

"I wasn't—" I started, but my voice was breathless, the words barely forming as my body betrayed me, reacting to his touch, to the heat that radiated from him.

"Don't lie to me," he growled, his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath against my lips. "You think you can make me jealous? Laugh with those men and not expect consequences?"

I swallowed hard, but I couldn't look away from him. My mind was spinning, my body on fire from the way he was holding me. I knew I should push him away, should fight back, but I didn't. I couldn't. Because the truth was, I wanted this. I had wanted it for longer than I was willing to admit.

"I wasn't trying to make you jealous," I whispered, but even I wasn't sure if I believed that.

Nikita's grip on me tightened, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "You're playing a dangerous game, Lily."

Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine, silencing whatever protest I had left. The kiss was fierce, demanding, filled with a raw intensity that took my breath away. His body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall, and all the tension, all the frustration that had been building between us ignited in an instant.

I gasped against his mouth, my hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. I hated him—God, I hated him—but in that moment, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything.

His hand on my ribs shifted up to my chest like I was hoping it would, and I arched into his grip. I felt his fingers sink to my soft flesh, kneading, caressing roughly before diving into theneckline of my dress to feel my bare skin. I whimpered at his touch, surrendering, just as his other hand slipped down to my thigh to hoist my leg up to perch on his hip.

Nikita's mouth moved to my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as he pressed heated kisses along my throat. My breath hitched, and I tilted my head back, giving him access as a low moan escaped my lips. The sound seemed to spur him on, his hand sliding up my thigh to cup my ass and pull me against him at the same time. I stifled a curse as he pushed his rock-hard length against me.

"Tell me you want this," he growled against my skin, his voice rough, urgent.

"I—" My voice caught, my body trembling from the intensity of it all. "I want?—"

But before I could finish the thought, he kissed me again, cutting off my words with a kiss so consuming that I couldn't think straight. My mind was a blur, my body a whirlwind of sensation as he dug his fingers into my ass cheek, encouraging my hips to grind against him.

His lips trailed lower again, his tongue seeking out my half-exposed breast, inching toward my nipple as his hand slid into the slit of my dress. His fingers found their way to my wet heat, making me gasp even though he only rubbed me through my panties. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with a need I hadn't realized was buried so deep within me.

"Nikita," I whimpered, clinging to him desperately as he roughly circled my clit.

He silenced me with another kiss, rougher this time, more urgent. "If you want this, keep your mouth shut," he murmured against my lips. "Or someone will hear you."

And I wanted it. God, I did.

Nikita freed my breasts from my dress and sank his teeth into me. I tossed my head back, barely stifling a cry as the pain andpleasure ripped through me. I felt him grin against me, and as if approving of my silence, his hot tongue began to lap at my stiff nipples, one after the other.

But as the heat between us built, as the passion spiraled out of control, a sliver of doubt crept into my mind. This wasn't just about desire. This was about power, about control, about the dangerous game we were playing. I was losing myself in him, and that terrified me more than anything.

Could I stay true to my mission if I let this keep going? What about?—

"Ohh!!" I cried out as his fingers plunged into my panties and slipped easily inside me, diving deep. Their insistence blasted all other thoughts away, commanding my attention with their force and fast jabs.

"Ah-ah-ah," Nikita tsked with a grin, suddenly in my face again. "You're supposed to keep your fucking mouth shut. Unless you want to be found out. You want to embarrass me?"

Like the first day at the mansion, his hand snaked into my hair and tugged, eliciting a gasp from me. Then a deep, long moan of longing. Fuck, I wanted that. His dark eyes drank in my half-lidded expression, my parted lips, his fingers never ceasing their movements. God, I couldn't focus on anything else, just the way he was bringing me closer to the edge.

Whatever happened, I didn't want him to stop.

"I asked you a question," Nikita murmured, hovering his lips close to mine.

"N-no," I managed, struggling to recall what he said. I was rocking my hips in time to his fingers fucking me, hard, wanting nothing more than to get off. I licked my lips, and that seemed to invite him back.

Nikita tasted me, and I moaned into his mouth, letting my eyes shut heavily. I was breathing hard, the room filling with the sound of our frenzied movements as I got closer, closer to theedge. For just a moment, I opened my eyes to look at him as he pulled away, and a sudden realization seemed to spread across his face.

Then, just as quickly as it began, it ended.

Nikita pulled away from me so suddenly that I almost stumbled. His hands, which had been gripping me tightly, were now gone, leaving a cold absence in their place. I blinked, disheveled and breathless, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at him in confusion. The heat of the moment still clung to my skin, but it was fading fast, replaced by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watched him.

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