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How little I wanted to get back on.

I licked my lips, tasting him, wanting more. Our eyes locked, and his hand slid to my knee under the table, edging my skirt up my thigh.

“Are you having dessert?” the server asked.

I couldn’t look at her, couldn’t tear my eyes from Arkadi. He grinned at me, his eyes dark with exactly what was tormenting me at the moment.

“Are we?” he asked me in a low rumble that had heat pooling in my core.

“No,” I instantly answered.

Not here, anyway.

Chapter 21 - Arkadi

The date I’d planned turned out to be a roller coaster. Normally, I didn’t like not being in complete control. Mila would say otherwise, but I had no control over her, not when she was melting into my arms. I was thrilled she approved my choices, but she was making my head spin right now. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide how much she was enjoying herself, and I had been wanting to kiss her since she sighed needily at the sight of the fabrics in that damn showroom.

Now she was looking at me with the same exact expression I was certain was written all over my own face. Pure, unadulterated lust. I was going to be the one wringing those sighs out of her. That and much more.

I paid for our dinner with a wad of cash and hurried Mila out of the restaurant. The car was parked at the edge of a low stone wall, overhung with pomegranate trees. I couldn’t get her in fast enough, and once I got inside, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I found her mouth for a kiss, as desperate as a man who’d breached the surface of the sea and needed air.

I needed Mila.

Any second, I expected her to freeze or fight, remember that she thought I was her enemy. That was last week. This was now. She was mine, and I wanted her.

“Arkadi,” she whispered as I made my way down the side of her neck, tasting her warm skin.

Just the sound of her voice would have made me hard as a rock, but I was well past that. I was throbbing for her body, craving her moans.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” There was no time to let her answer. My mouth was on hers again. It was impossible to stay away for long.

More. I needed more. I slammed my seat back as far as it would go and lifted her so that her sweet ass rested against the steering wheel. Her yelp of confusion turned into a giggle as I spread her legs on either side of my shoulders and shoved her skirt up her creamy thighs.

Her panties were soaked as I pushed them to the side, grabbing her close to plunge my tongue into her wet heat. Her body trembled as I lapped at her slick pussy, and we both jumped when she set off the horn for a brief blast.

I grabbed her closer, not about to give up my treat. Her thighs slapped against my cheeks as I found her swollen clit and suckled the sensitive nub.

“Yes,” I murmured as her first scream rang out. She instantly stifled it, digging her fingers into my hair. “This is my dessert, Mila. Your juicy little pussy.”

She gasped, pushing against the steering wheel behind her, her hips rocking with the movements of my tongue. I pulled away long enough to take in her glazed eyes, her trembling legs, her body completely open to me with her panties pushed to the side. I ripped them off and tossed them, going in for seconds.

“Oh my God,” she cried, writhing as I held her hips to keep her close.

“No,” I said sharply, pushing my tongue deep inside her.

She understood and knew what I wanted. “Arkadi,” she said, breathless, as she squeezed her legs around my face.

I pushed her over the edge, reveling in the sounds she made, barely feeling the death grip she had on my hair. “Youknow you’re mine, don’t you,” I said, lifting her, limp and gasping, to the backseat. “And I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “I’m yours.”

She reached for me as I climbed back, glad I’d taken the SUV, not the convertible from my brother’s collection. Glad there were blacked out windows, because I needed her naked.

Coming to my senses long enough not to rip the sexy red dress off her gorgeous body, my hands shook with frustration. “I need to see your perfect tits, Mila. Hurry up before I ruin the only thing you have to wear.”

She sat up, reaching behind her. “There’s a zipper in the back. Oh, why isn’t there more room?”

“There’s plenty of room for me to get my cock inside you. Don’t worry.”

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