Page 71 of For a Price

The Hummer may be a giant on the streets, but it moves impeccably well with the right driver. I maneuver in and out of traffic, weaving between cars ’til we’re on the last block and I’m hitting the brakes.

Kazan shakes his head at me. “Your driving remains as chaotic as you are.”

“You’re one to talk. You behead people for fun.”

“That is not chaotic. That is crazy. There is a difference, Zver,” he says with a smirk.

“Be prepared to be even more fucking crazy. Tonight was a line in the sand.”

“We will handle what comes our way.”

I get out of the Hummer and head up in the elevator to my penthouse. Adrenaline still flashes through me like lightning, the energy explosive and powerful. I could snap bones or smash through walls if I really wanted to.

I could destroy anything that gets in my path.

But as the elevator doors part and I step into the hall, I realize there’s only one way to expel the electric current in my veins. There’s only one way to rid myself of this angry and aggressive energy inside me.

And she looks up at me once I stride through the door.

My kitty cat’s relaxing on the sofa with a journal in her lap. Her lavender curls are pulled up in a messy bun and she’s wearing a slouchy sweater that swallows her up.

But her dark brown eyes meet mine and surprise flickers onto her beautiful face.

I must look beastly as I stalk toward her and wrench the journal out of her hands, tossing it away. She goes to ask what I’m doing, but I’m faster than she is. I hook my arm under her and rip her off the sofa, lifting her up to smash my lips to hers.

She’s caught off guard, left to gasp against my mouth as I kiss her like a starving man.

A man that has gone an eternity without being fed.

And that’s exactly what I am in this moment.

I have held myself off for long enough; I have resisted the urge to make my kitty cat mine in every way for as long as possible.

All restraint has worn out.

I hold her against me as her thick thighs notch around my waist and we indulge in greedy kiss after greedy kiss.

Greediness that can never be satisfied. Greediness that instead intensifies as I taste my kitty cat and feel her soft mouth against mine.

I pepper kisses to her bottom lip, then trace its curve with my tongue. She clings to me, breathless and warm like she can barely make sense of what’s happening. I’ve come on sudden and strong and left her spinning.

My staff in the vicinity flee. Edik and Polina make themselves scarce, retreating to the kitchen area. Kazan and the rest of the security disappear, taking the hint.

They know now is the time for privacy.

This moment is for me and Katerina alone.

She’s latched onto me as I walk us blindly through the open space of the penthouse. I’m much more preoccupied with tasting her plump lips than I am watching where I’m going.

Her hands travel up my steel-like chest and touch my neck. She caresses my beard and scratches my jaw in teasing, kissing me with a passion she’s held back before.

My kitty cat wants me as much as I want her.

We make it into the bedroom where I deliver her to the bed and then slam shut the door. My shirt is ripped over my head as I start for the bed again, my gaze dark and heavy.

“You know what to do, kitty cat,” I say in a throaty tone. “I want to see that beautiful fucking body. All of it.”

She’s breathing so hard, she heaves for more air. The fabric of her sweater can’t hide the round shape of her breasts that draw my attention at once.

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