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“Naked and boneless?”
His lips pulled into a teasing grin. “That too, but with your gorgeous tits on display, nipples so hard I can pinch them like this.” His thumb and forefinger pressed on either side of my nipples, and it hurt as much as it felt good.
“Ah!” My back arched off the bed. “They’re so sensitive but that feels good. Again.”
Heat flared in his gaze. “Ask nicely.”
“Do it,” I demanded and when he didn’t move, my own hands began to move.
“Mine,” he growled and smacked my hands away. He pinched both nipples at the same time, bending over to flick his tongue across one and then the other, back and forth until I was panting and writhing, begging with my body for more. “Yes,” he groaned and released my nipples before fisting his cock at my opening. He rubbed my lips and my clit before the thick hardness of him pushed inside. Achingly slow and teasing until he was buried deep. “Fuck, April.”
My hips bucked up, begging for more but Igor set a slow but intense pace. His strokes were long and slow and so deep I couldn’t stand it. Every stroke was punctuated with a jerk of his hips that hit the special spot that made my vision blur and my heart soar. “Oh!”
He watched me closely, never looking away. It was unnerving but it was also sexy as fuck and made me feel cherished, like this was more than two people using each other for convenient pleasure. And then he lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue fucked my mouth the way his cock invaded my body, the combination so sweet and so intense that my body grew hot and my heart set off at a gallop.
Look away,I told myself because watching every twitch of his muscles, the flare of his nostrils and the heat in his gaze was confusing things. He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face in a gentle gesture that was so at odds with the way he fucked me that I couldn’t make sense of it.
“That’s it, I can feel you shaking,” he gripped my thighs and pushed them apart, which changed the angle of his entry slightly and it was just what I needed. “Oh, fuck!”
His hips moved faster and deeper, but his strokes were still long, tapping that spot over and over until I gave him what he wanted.
My mouth shouting his name as cries of pleasure fell from my lips. My orgasm went on and on even while Igor pumped into me harder and faster, grunting as I squeezed him mercilessly. He flashed a sexy smile a heartbeat before his fingers clamped down on my nipples and fire shot out of my veins. “Yes!” Another orgasm shook my body violently.
“April, oh fuck!” His cock swelled and then exploded inside of me, hips pumping forward until he was empty and satisfied. “Fuck.”
He’s so beautiful.I gazed up at his sweat-slicked body, and it was then I noticed the details beyond the smattering of hair on his chest and the rippling muscles. There were bruises. Lots of them. The one on his left pectoral was the size and shape a fist. The others were in various stages of healing ranging in color from blue to yellow. The minute he rolled off of me, I sat up and reached out to touch him. “What happened?”
He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. “I’m fine.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Why the hell was I pushing? The more I knew about him and what he got up to when he wasn’t at the mansion, the worse it would be for me in the end.
“I’m fine,” he offered dismissively. “You should see the other guy.”
I rolled my eyes. “Got it. None of my business.” I don’t know why it hurt but it did, so I shoved it down deep into that box of things that I wasn’t thinking about, and I moved to the other side of the bed.
“April, wait.”
I stopped. “It’s all right, Igor.” I waved a dismissive hand and escaped into my bathroom, hoping he would be gone by the time I returned. After that intimacy and the intensity of it, I needed a break. Igor was too potent, too beautiful and the more time I spent around him the more I started getting ideas about keeping him.
Which would be stupid.
Really fucking stupid.
Whatever else happened, I absolutely could not fall for Igor.
Chapter Twenty
Igor
“You’re upset.” It wasn’t a question. It was clear when April locked herself in the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up that she was upset I hadn’t shared with her how I’d gotten the bruises and cuts on my body. I didn’t want to upset her, but I didn’t want to frighten her further.
When Maxim told me that she hadn’t left her room in days and had returned each tray of food with just enough missing to stay healthy, I knew something was wrong. No, not justsomethingthough, I knew exactly what was wrong. The shooting. This wasn’t her life, and she’d probably never been shot at before—most normal people hadn’t—and it would make sense that it stayed with her for a while. I shouldn’t give a damn whether or not she was upset but I did.
“No,” April sighed and pushed her body to an upright position. “I’m not upset.” Her green eyes were clear and guileless. “My instinct was to be worried when I saw the bruises but that’s all it was, instinct.”
I studied her carefully. She was working hard to make me believe it wasn’t an issue. Or maybe she was trying to make herself believe. “There are things that I simply cannot share with you, April. Not because I’m hiding things from you or because I don’t trust you, just the opposite. It is for your safety.”
She nodded easily as if she understood, but how could she? Even my mother had often complained of my father’s secretive nature, and she knew exactly what she was getting intowhen she married the head of the Romanov Bratva. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Igor.”
