Page 79 of Thorns of Lust
“You’re crazy,” I spat out. My brothers were crazy, but somehow their crazy didn’t touch this man’s. “Lay a finger on me, and I’ll murder you.”
His expression flickered with something, then darkened. Despite the murderous expression, I remained rooted in place. I refused to let him scare me. If he thought he could control me, he had another fucking thing coming.
“Careful, moya luna,” he drawled. “Threatening me isn’t wise. Now stop playing and come here. I hate repeating myself.”
“God forbid you don’t get your way,” I muttered as I slowly approached him, swaying my hips. Was I doing it on purpose? Yes, I was. Good Lord, I was in seduction mode. This man!
He watched me, calculating, his calm façade a front. But his eyes betrayed him. Theyburned. And I knew it was for me. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.
One moment, I stood facing him, the next my back slammed against the door. It rattled under the contact and a gasp of air escaped me. He took my wrists in a vise-like grip and held them above my head.
I panted, fire spreading through my veins. A languid sensation pulled on my muscles. His lips pressed against my ear and a shiver rolled through me.
“You always have to get the last word in, don’t you?” He looked at me - his eyes traveled over my body. My breasts rose and fell with each breath. Every inch of my skin became hyper aware of his eyes on me. Almost as if he had already touched me. “You’re smart, Tatiana. But sometimes you’re blind.”
His voice was taunting, and it made me want to kick him in the balls. What the hell did he mean by that? His gaze met mine. Coal black. Obsession. Desire. Possession.
I could see it all lurking in his eyes. It mirrored my own.
He pressed his face into my neck and inhaled. A deep groan sounded in the back of his throat, sending a tremble through me. I tilted my head to bare more of my neck, needing his mouth on me.
His lips skimmed over the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder connected, then bit.Hard.The spot throbbed, matching the pulse thrumming between my legs.
He pushed his big body against mine. God, he was so big. Even with my heels adding three inches to my five-foot-seven, I had to crane my neck to look at his face.
My breasts burned under the heat of his chest. The material brushed my nipples, sending sizzling sparks beneath my skin. My heart beat so hard, I feared it’d crack my ribs.
The side of his mouth quirked up. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. The impact he had on me. But I refused to act like some swooning school girl. I let my eyes roam down his body, enjoying his wide shoulders, defined arms, to his narrow abs.
Next, I ran a finger over his shoulder, then down his chest and his abs, and a small smile touched my lips noting a bulge in his pants.
“I’m not blind enough not to see this,” I purred, cupping his bulge. My next words were soft and sensual. “What’s the matter, Konstantin? You had to come back for more?”
I had lost my mind, taunting him like that. He tasted like a bad decision. Sometimes a villain turns into a hero. That’d never be the case withhim.
It still didn’t stop me from playing with him.
He watched me with a half-lidded stare and my heart thundered to an awkward beat. A glance from him could light me on fire. My soul grew claws, clutching him for survival.
My lips were a breath away from his. Close enough to kiss him and feel the shadow of stubble gracing his jaw. Heat shot straight to my core and my thighs clenched with the need to feel the roughness of his stubble between my thighs.
The warmth emanating from him was stronger than any alcohol I’d ever consumed. I ran my hands up his abs and curled my fingers into his chest. He was hard and warm, tempting and exhilarating. Even the obvious danger of him tempted me.
His hand curled around my neck and he grabbed a fistful of hair, then pressed his mouth on mine.
“You want more too, Tatiana,” he rasped, my stomach clenching as his tongue brushed against mine. He was right. I did want more. So much more. He stole my breath, kissing me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. “I know exactly how to get you off. I know exactly what it takes to make you writhe, to make you moan, to make you scream.”
“Yes,” I moaned. My voice was hoarse, the single syllable giving him all the confirmation he needed. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, then tangled with mine. Butterflies fluttered through my veins.
He put his leg between my parted legs, his hard thigh pressing against my pussy. My body moved of its own will, needing friction. His hard cock pressed against my hip and as I ground against his thigh, my head tipped back against the door.
“Harder.” The word slipped between my lips on a throaty moan.
His mouth skimmed my jaw until his lips brushed my ear. My heart pounded in my ears, and his thumb caressed my wild pulse, then pressed down on it slightly. I couldn’t catch my breath. My body was burning up, and I knew I needed more of him.
Needing something to steady myself, I reached up and gripped his biceps. His muscles were hard under that expensive dark suit, my fingers curling into his muscles. I tightened my grip and then his hand made a slow path up, moving under my skirt. His hand on me, rough and expert, moved higher and higher, until it brushed against my panties.
“You’re soaking wet.” His voice was a dark rasp, sending a shiver down my spine. “Is that for me, moya luna?”
