Page 252 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“Erie, stop.”

Panic struck me at how close his voice sounded, and I swiped the card on the scanner with clumsy haste.Come on, come on.The light turned green, and the latch unlocked. I stumbled inside, hoping to slam the door on his face, but he had managed to slide one foot in, and then he was using his strength to force the door open.

He overpowered me easily, and I was forced to skid back as the door pushed open completely and the billionaire stepped inside.

“Get out,” I warned him shakily, “before I scream for security.”

But the billionaire only laughed, the sound both cold and beautiful, frightening and seducing me at the same time. “If you’re going to scream one thing,pchelka,it would be that I don’t stop fucking you.”

I opened my mouth to scream for help, but in an instant he was next to me, his arms crushing my body to his just as his mouth conquered mine.

No!

I thrashed in his hold, violently and wildly, but a part of me knew I was already fighting a losing battle. My greatest struggle wasn’t against him.

It was against myself.

It was against my most shameful desire and my greatest weakness, and that was to finish what we had started over two years ago.

His kiss was deep and forceful, savage and passionate, a kiss meant to threaten my hold on sanity and safety. When I felt him sweep me up in his arms, I cried out against his mouth, and I tried, God, I really did try to get away from him, knowing that once we made it to my bed it was all over.

But his hold on me only tightened, and his kiss only became so much hotter, the bold movements of his tongue urging me to simply let go and succumb to the heat of his touch. When we made it to my bed, I expected him to let go of me, but instead his mouth remained fused with mine, and his hands started running all over my body. He caressed my breasts, kneading and fondling them, and I moaned helplessly against his mouth, unable to stop pleasure from rushing through my body.

It felt so, so good, and it was harder than ever to rememberwhyI had to resist him.

His hands moved down to unbutton my shorts and I tried arching off the bed, hoping to dislodge his hands. But he retaliated by kissing me harder, his hand diving inside my shorts at the same time.

Aaaaaaah.

His finger stroked my folds, and my grip on sanity wavered. His mouth released mine, and I gasped for breath, but when his mouth moved down to suck on my neck, I gasped again, this time out of despair and need.

I tried shoving him away, but in the back of my mind I knew I wasn’t trying hard enough. And by the time he had gotten rid of my shirt and bra, my breasts spilling free and his mouth closing over my nipple, I had the lost the will to try at all.

My pussy was his. Myentirebody was his, and I could no longer deny it.

Soon, my shorts and panties joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, and a tremulous sigh escaped me as I felt the cold blast of air conditioning brush against my skin. It took the billionaire but a moment to divest himself of his clothes, and when he lowered his body to mine, his nudity was like a scorching, powerful force that sought to enslave my every sense.

When I saw his eyes roam over my form, I stiffened, insecurities coming out of nowhere. Did he care I wasn’t stick-thin like others? Did he care I wasn’t as young or nubile as the other women he had dated? Did he—-

“I forbid you to worry,” the billionaire growled, and his command surprised a choked laugh out of me. Tracing my lips, he murmured, “You’re perfect to me. In fact, you’re the only one who’s perfect in my eyes.”

The sweetness in his words made me moan, and my arms slowly slipped up to go around his neck.

“Tonight,” he muttered tautly, “I’ll show you just how starved I am of your body.”

Ooooooh.

Fire consumed my body, and even if I could think of something to say, I would have forgotten it again, with his mouth returning to my nipple. He sucked on it long and hard. His hands were equally busy, one going to my other breast while his right hand went down to tease my folds into a creamier, stickier state.

My legs began to twist under his restlessly, my body writhing in the agonizing pleasure of his caresses. When his mouth moved to my other nipple, his hand also changed course, this time stroking his fingers over my swollen clit.

“Please,” I begged when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted him inside of me. I had been waiting for it for so long.

Releasing my nipple, Sergei loomed over me, his dark gaze savage. “Not yet,” he said roughly. And then he started to move down, and when I realized what he was about to do, I moaned in protest.

“No!” Even though it wasn’t his first time to go down on me, I still found the act too intimate and embarrassing. “Sergei, please——ah!” My breath caught as he pushed my legs apart.

His breath tickled my sensitive skin, and I released a painful whimper. “Sergei, please, nooooooo——”

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