“I torment myself with wanting to ask you to stay.”
She lifted her face to me as I stood before her, next to the still-spinning wheel. The lust shining in her eyes was the final straw. Even if she’d try to insist she didn’t want me, I saw it. I felt this snapping electricity between us.
“After Murphy is gone. Once I kill Dominic?—”
Her jaw dropped. “Dom? Him too?”
I nodded. “For ever fucking touching you.” Lowering my hand, I cupped her chin and slid my hand over the soft slope of her jaw. Such a heart-shaped, perfectly angelic face. This woman would be the death of me, dammit. I craved her with every cell of my body.
“You’d do that?” She swallowed, tipping her face up higher to stare at me. “For… me?”
“For you and Emily. For my peace of mind to know that no other man can ever claim you again.”
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth, and I reached up with my thumb to free the plump flesh. I’d be the one to bite her, dammit.
“How can I know that you mean it?” She blinked, wary but seeming so tired of fighting what she wanted. “How can I know that you really want me, Ivan?”
I gripped her, holding on to the underside of her jaw to prompt her to rise.
“I’ll fucking you show you, sweetheart.”
Then I crashed my lips to hers and sucked down her needy growl in response.
24
BECCA
Istruggled to stand, tugged upward with Ivan’s big, strong hand under my chin. He didn’t choke me, but the pressure was unforgiving. While he didn’t need to try so hard to prompt me to meet him in the middle, I relished the hint of his dominance.
I wanted him to lead me. I longed for him to take me how he wanted because I knew how good it would feel in the end.
We crashed, our mouths smashing against each other. And my heart sang. My pussy clenched and dripped. In a split second, I was aroused and rabid for him.
After hearing him explain that he saw something more than a hostage situation in store for me, I fought with the excitement of my dreams coming true.
Of knowing he wanted me.
Lusted for me.
And truly hoped to keep me in his life. Not just me, but Emily too. Ivan wanted us for good, as a package deal, and I was all for this vision of a happier life with him.
“You want to know how you can believe me?” he growled, stepping back to breathe heavily as he stared down at me.
I nodded, unable to move my head much with his fingers wrapped around my throat. “Please,” I begged.
He grunted, wrapping his arms around me as he walked forward. I stumbled, clinging to him and arching up into his kiss. Into the incessant pressure of his hot, hungry lips devouring mine.
The backs of my thighs smacked into the edge of the work table, and I let out a deep breath at the impact. Pinned between his hard body and the rough-cut edge of the surface, I felt stuck and immobile. That didn’t stop me from reaching up and twining my arms around his neck. It didn’t prevent me from moaning into his mouth and accepting the hiss of pain when he nipped my bottom lip.
“I’ll show you,” he promised.
Without giving me a chance to reply, he gripped my hips and hoisted me up onto the table. Tools shook in the cups off to the side. Dust puffed up from previous projects I’d completed on the other corner of the plywood-constructed surface.
My ass stung with the hard drop onto the bare wood, but I didn’t linger on the sensation for long. I couldn’t. Not when he tugged my dress collar so hard that buttons went flying, that the fabric ripped near the seams. The material hung to the sides like a cloak, and I parted my legs as he stepped closer.
Breathing hard and panting quickly, he stared at me with unbridled lust shining in his eyes. He dragged his hands from my shoulders down my arms, pushing my garment off more. Then he cupped my breasts, lowering to suck hard on my nipples one at a time until I knew I’d be streaking a trail of fluids on the surface of the table.
He wasn’t finished, shoving his hands lower over my stomach until he bunched my panties in his fists. One forceful tug ripped them, and I parted my legs easily for him to look at my pussy.