Page 51 of Twisted Obsession
“Where she always is,” she replied sarcastically.
I looked behind me to where Stepan was still standing. “Make sure the shipment from Cuba has arrived and is safely transported back to the warehouse.”
“Yes,Pakhan,” Stepan replied respectfully before he turned on his heels and headed out the front door.
“Marta,” I waited for her to turn to face me before continuing. “Call Chef Maarten. Tell him I would like him to prepare a meal Lara will never forget. We will be having dinner on the patio tonight instead of in the dining room.”
“Yes, sir.” Marta nodded before proceeding to the laundry room.
It wasn’t hard to find Lara. There were only a few places in the mansion where she would be—the library, conservatory, or garden. This time I found her in the library, sitting on a chair near the window with her legs curled beneath her and a book on her lap. She was a sight to behold, so innocent, so beautiful, and mine.
I walked toward her, never taking my eyes off her once. She slowly lifted her head from her book and gave me a half smile before closing the book, with her index finger marking her place.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” She unfolded her sexy legs and rose to her feet.
Barefoot, the top of her head came to my chin. My frame completely towered over her. She was so fragile, I could snap her in two. I placed my hand on her cheek, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Her head lifted, velvety eyelashes fluttering upward until her gaze met mine. It was a spark, an ignition, a dance of flames. I placed my hands around her delicate waist, her dress like warm silk beneath my touch, and pressed my lips to hers. Time slowedto a languid pace, each second stretching out like a lazy cat. There was no rush, no urgency, just a pure, smoldering passion as my tongue explored the sweet recesses of her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance of desire. Her soft moans resonated through her body, vibrating against me, each tiny quiver threatening to unravel me completely.
I guided her backward, her small frame yielding to my touch, until her back pressed against the towering bookshelves, the scent of aged paper and leather bindings enveloping us. A gasp escaped her lips as her body flattened against the hard, unyielding wood. I pulled up her dress, the fabric whispering beneath my touch, and bunched her panties in my fist, the delicate lace tearing like cobwebs beneath my urgent grasp.
My heart pounded like a primal drum in my chest as I hurriedly unbuckled my pants, the metal clanking in my haste. I lifted her, her leg looping around my waist, her skin like fire against mine. Any semblance of control I had left was lost, drowned in a sea of need.
“Dmitri.”
My name on her lips took the last bit of willpower I had. My spine straightened, every nerve ending alight with fire, and I thrust into her tight, velvety heat. Her gasps for air against my lips were intoxicating, a rhythm that threatened to consume me.
Her legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper into her, as if she could hold me there forever. Tears slid down her cheeks, glistening like liquid silver, soaking us both.Why was she crying?Whatever the reason, I would take her emotions, her tears, everything she had to offer. She was mine, utterly and completely.
My fingers dug into her supple thighs, her skin like soft clay beneath my touch, as I powered into her. I fed off her moans mixed with her tears, off the way she held onto me, even when she hated me.
I hit her sweet spot over and over, her body tensing like a bowstring ready to snap. She was sobbing out her orgasm, her body tightening around my cock like a vise. I emptied myself inside her with a deep, guttural growl, my harsh breathing echoing in the air like a primal call.
The sudden rap on the door was a harsh summons, wrenching me from the sanctuary of our shared intimacy. Lara turned away, her cheeks glistening with tears, body quaking in the aftermath of her climax. The room was thick with the scent of our passion, a musk that clung to the air like a heady perfume.
I slowly withdrew from her, watching as rivulets of my seed made a path down her trembling thighs, painting her skin with streaks of white. It was a primal sight, one that never failed to ignite a fierce possessiveness within me.
Gently, I took her by the elbow, steadying her before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. My breath hitched, a whispered confession hanging in the air between us.
“I…”
Tucking myself back into my clothes, I turned toward the door, steeling myself against the words that threatened to spill from my lips—words I had vowed never to utter again. With a final glance at Lara, I stepped out of the library, leaving behind the sanctuary of our stolen moment.
~***~
“All I want to know is why?” I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt as I stared into the eyes of the man who had once been a pillar of respect in my life. He was no longer in Russia, but in New York. “Did you come back to New York to betray my father? To betray me?”
Kumar averted his gaze, the weight of shame and betrayal hanging in the air like a dense, suffocating fog. “Your father wasn’t a good man, Dmitri. He did things that not even the Bratva knew of; things that would chill the blood.”
“What does this have to do with my stolen shipments?” My fury surged like a tidal wave as I seized him by the throat, my grip ironclad. “Tell me what you know about my father.”
“He was the one who orchestrated the raid on your home on your eighteenth birthday. The day of your initiation,” he rasped, struggling for breath as I tightened my hold. “He made sure his men executed your mother and sister.”
“What? You’re lying.”
Stunned, I released my hold, stumbling backward as my fury morphed into a maelstrom of disbelief, grief, and shock. It was as if every emotion imaginable collided within me, leaving no room for the rage that had consumed me moments before.
