Page 52 of In Her Blood
Otto separated from her long enough to gather Viktor’s gun and shut the door. The gun he tucked away, apparently pilfering it. His head swiveled as he followed the direction of her stare. “Shit. Sorry.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I’ll—”
“Otto.” She didn’t want his apologies, and she wasn’t about to burden him with the responsibility of cleaning up a mess someone else had triggered. “You’re hardly the first person tospill blood on this floor.” She held out one hand for him. “Now come over here … and help me spill something else.”
His eyes heated and he was on her in an instant, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss as his hands tugged on her hair and her shirt. She met his urgency with her own, all of her wild and flaring emotions coalescing into one desperate sense of need. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, tugging him closer, and she hooked her legs over his hips.
She wanted him to fuck her there, on her father’s desk, in some sort of psychological or perhaps spiritual re-marking of the territory, and she didn’t even care if anyone walked by the hall and heard them. She wanted a few other things, too—like his mouth between her thighs, or for him to finally let her drop to her knees for him—but that sort of indulgence probably required more time. Certainly a higher level of comfort.
Otto broke the kiss roughly, pulling her head back with the hair he’d wrapped around his fist. “Fuck, baby. Tell me you want this right now.”
Evelina managed a smile and dragged a hand down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles even through the fabric, until her fingertips met the top of his belt. “What I want,” she breathed, “is for you to own me, right here, like nothing else matters.”
He tucked the heel of his hand beneath her jaw, fingers curved around the side of her neck in a steady and strikingly supportive grip. “Nothing elsedoesmatter.” He kissed her again, then withdrew his touch and guided her legs from his hips. “Now let me see your pretty pussy.” It wasn’t a request, because he didn’t wait for or even allow her to stand. Hedipped his fingers beneath the elastic waistline of her leggings and maneuvered her like she was putty, rolling her leggings and panties down past her knees. Then he took half a step back, used his own knees to prop hers apart, and rumbled low as he set to work undoing his belt.
Evelina couldn’t help but lick her lips, so aroused she barely even laughed when he nearly dropped the gun he’d tucked at his back only minutes earlier. That went beside the other on the desktop and his pants were shoved down. His cock sprang free, already glistening with precum.
He crowded her once more against the desk, one hand slipping under the rumpled hem of her shirt to settle at the small of her back and tug her closer to the edge. “Wish I could draw this out like you deserve,” he rumbled as he stroked himself between her achy, dripping folds.
She held back a moan and slid her hands up his chest to curl them over his shoulders. “Tonight,” she said. She did her best to part her legs wider in invitation, as much as she was able. “Tonight, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”
He groaned and snapped his hips forward, sinking deep inside her without preamble. He caught her outcry with another kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth and immediately picking up a merciless rhythm. It was only moments before he broke the kiss in favor of laying her flat on the desk, both hands moving to her hips to better hold her in place as he fucked into her.
With her legs trapped by the clothing still wrapped around her calves, as well as the clothing bunched around his, and his upper body out of reach, all she could do was take it. And thatwas what she’d wanted. She could easily have let her eyes roll back as the sensation crashed over her with every beautifully brutal stroke of his cock, but she refused. She refused to not watch the pleasure on his face and the way he fought to hold out when it was clear he was already near his limit.
Otto had always been gorgeous to her, but in that moment, as he stared back at her and ground himself as deep as he could possibly go, they may as well have existed on another plane. He became something otherworldly to her.
He let out a growl, shoved her shirt up, then her bra, and bent himself almost awkwardly over her. Somehow the angle drove him deeper—or at least harder—inside her, and he took one of her breasts into his mouth as both of his hands settled over hers. He threaded their fingers, tortured her nipple, and she swore he grazed her cervix.
Her world exploded, a sprinkling of pain bursting into euphoria as the orgasm tore a scream from her throat. She pinched her thighs tight against him and dug her nails into the backs of his hands, desperate to hold him close, to keep him with her forever.
He smothered the cry of his own release with her breast as his cock kicked inside her and his body shuddered. His tongue moved almost lazily over her nipple again, and several more seconds passed before he released it from his mouth. He didn’t lift his head from her boobs, though the angle had to be hell on his spine.
Evelina blinked up at the ceiling, realizing her vision had blurred again.Shit. I am not going to cry over an orgasm, let alone from a quickie.Did that even count as a quickie?
“Fuck,” Otto groaned, “I just want to pick you up and carry you to the nearest bed without pulling either of our pants back on.”
Her lips twitched and she bounced her knees lightly against his hips. “I had a hard enough time with other women looking at you when you were fully clothed and not mine. Sorry, handsome. I don’t feel like killing all the maids.”
Otto finally lifted his head and relaxed his grip of her hands, adjusting to hold his weight off her as one thick brow curved up his forehead. “Run that all by me again?”
She blinked innocently up at him. “Chto?”
His lips lifted in a slow, delightfully wicked grin. “You know ‘what’, brat.” He tucked a hand under her back and sat her upright as he eased back, allowing himself to slip from her with the movement. He stilled for a beat, glanced down, and when his eyes crashed back to hers the heat had flared fresh within them. “Oops. We spilled.”
The laughter came out of her so unexpectedly that it dragged a couple of tears along for the ride, and it felt good.
Otto helped her clean up a bit and redress, and Evelina was standing off to the side and frowning at the blood on the floor when another knock sounded from the door. She wasn’t at all surprised when Otto reached immediately for whichever of the guns he’d put at his back.
Someone cleared their throat on the other side. “Ma’am.” It was Artem.
Evelina raised a brow at Otto. She shouldn’t have been teasing him, but she was still feeling lighter and wanted to embrace it while it lasted.
He let his hand fall from the weapon and tipped his head.
“Come in,” she called to Artem.
Artem stepped into the office, closing the door behind him, and paused again. He blew out a sigh. “Tolya told me, but … damn. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for that.”
Evelina shook her head. “We knew Viktor would be less than thrilled with me.” She carefully angled between the sizable, darkening splotch of red and theotherstain she was absolutely going to ignore that still glistened on the floor directly in front of the desk, making her way around to the tall chair at the back. It seemed like that was where she should be sitting if it was time to be doing professional things.
