Page 34 of Obsession

“Neither am I. Noir will continue publishing what it wants about who it wants.”

His anger rose. “Don’t behave childish, Anna.”

“Youdon’t get to order me around ever,husband,” she retorted, her eyes blazing.

“Write whatever malicious gossip you want about me; I genuinely don’t care. But some things are hard limits, which include linking me to the mob, to the government or officials of any country, or anything that will adversely affect my businesses. Are we clear?”

“No.”

“This can be done the hard way also, Anna.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning I can and will destroy Noir. With one phone call, I can ensure that social media goes on a rampage with every second blogger disparaging Noir. What do you think will happen to your precious magazine then?”

She didn’t even blink. Instead, she lifted her bag from the couch and took her phone out. A few taps, and then she turned it around for him to see. His brows shot up when he saw a video of himself talking with the Estonians. She turned up the volume, and he heard his entire conversation with Andres.

When the video finished playing, she put her phone in her bag and gave him a haughty look. “Let me remind you, I am not some hapless female who will run scared by your intimidation. I did an image search on those men you were meeting. Imagine my surprise when I realized their leader is a wanted criminal in most European countries. You touch Noir and I will leak this video. What will your board think then?”

She straightened. “Think very carefully before you ever threaten me, Oshnov.”

She stared at him, bold and fearless as ever. He couldn’t help the flicker of admiration he felt. He tamped it down immediately, and focused on his anger instead. Anna had actually taken a video of him negotiating with Andres, which could prove to be extremely dangerous for his reputation.

Anna moved closer to him. The heat from her body radiated to his. His body hardened a fraction.

“You’re not the only alpha here, Oshnov,” she said.

His jaw literally dropped on hearing her words. Fuck. She was too damn confident and bold.

She’d cleverly guessed that meeting was important, made a video of it, and then waited for the right moment to throw it in his face. But he wasn’t going to leave until he’d got her to agree with him. That video couldn’t come out ever.

She went to move past him. He caught her forearm, halting her. That same energy that always zinged through his body when he was near her, touching her like this, charged through his skin, making him feel whole and alive again.

Anna was staring at his hand on her skin, as if she, too, had felt what had happened and was unable to comprehend why this was still happening, after so many goddamn years, as if it were the first time they’d touched.

Her dark eyes met his. They were filled with confusion and something else… He recognized that emotion. Felt it swirling in his veins; knew she felt the same. He’d always known what she felt around him. Her teeth bit her lower lip. His eyes were drawn to the lush fullness of her mouth. He remembered the many long nights and lazy mornings he’d spent exploring those lips.

His eyes helplessly trailed over her, taking in the round globes of her breasts covered by the green bikini bra, the smooth skin of her stomach, and then lower, over her dimpled navel, her slim waist, and her long legs. When his eyes finally returned to her face, he found her watching him, her gaze arrested on his. They stared at one another for a long moment.

“Mihir.”

His name on her lips was his undoing. Lust slammed into him, hard and fast, wiping out every sane thought. She reached for him just as he took a step closer.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts crushed to his chest, and her mouth fell on his. Fuck. He was back in heaven.

She sucked on his lower lip, and he was lost. Desire sliced through him like a hot knife. He pulled the clip off her head. Her glorious hair tumbled down her back, just the way he liked it. His hands sank into her hair, and he captured her mouth, staking a claim on it. He licked the seam of her lips again and again until she gave him the entry he sought. His tongue touched hers, and electricity crackled between them. His blood fizzed. God, this felt so right. His heart dipped and rolled. His head swam. Nothing made sense except the press of Anna’s warm body against his, and the feel of her soft mouth moving under his, giving in to all his demands. An urgent craving bubbled through his blood. His tongue tangled with hers, taking, giving, and taking again. He pushed her against the wall closest to them.

She helped him take off her shirt, giving him complete access to her body. His hands skated over her skin, tracing her curves, learning her shape all over again. He lowered his mouth from her lips, tracing a path down her throat, nipping at her neck until she was writhing against him. His erection, hot and heavy, pressed into the vee between her legs, caging her to him. Her hands wrapped around his neck. She scraped her nails against his nape as she pushed against him. His heartbeat picked up. This woman knew exactly how to make him hot and hard. Their mouths melded while his body moved with hers, relearning all the ways only she had ever made him feel.

She moaned, the sound music to his ears. How many times had he dreamt of her just like this? Of the soft sounds spilling from her mouth when he was making love to her. Perhaps he was dreaming again. A dream he never wanted to wake up from.

He pulled the cups of her bikini bra aside, and her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. They were heavier now than he remembered, fuller, more perfect. His mouth claimed one rosy tip, and he swirled his tongue around one nipple. She whimpered, and her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him to her as he sucked the pebbled tip over and over. Her head thrashed from side to side as his hand squeezed her other breast. He then switched his attention to the other breast, enjoying the sounds coming out of her mouth.

Her hands snaked under his shirt, skimming over his back. She tugged at his shirt, but he was too busy feasting on her. He bit her nipple, and she gasped. He swirled his tongue over the bite again and again, making her shudder and shake. His hands trailed lower, caressing her bare belly, moving across her waist, and then lower down her thighs. He pressed a finger to her core over her bikini bottom, and she moved against him, desperate.

“Mihir, please,” she begged. “I want… I need…”

Oh, he knew exactly what she needed. Shifting her bikini bottom to the side, he pushed a long finger inside her core. Fuck, she was so tight, so wet. This woman was his, and nothing was going to stop him from making her his.

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