Page 45 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

“You caught me, so you can’t be that far behind.” Her voice grew husky as the pressure of his body on top of hers stole her breath, sending a shower of tingles through her.

“You made a mistake in Sumatra,” he murmured, his gaze going to her lips. “That’s how I caught up to you.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“It’s what you did right,” he countered. “You ordered a birthday cake for your son and had his name put on the frosting.”

Her capture fell into place as she realized what’d happened. Guard Dog Securities had some of the most sophisticated surveillance technology in the world, funded by both the Bratva and the Czech government, each with their own agenda for the company of mercenaries. A constant sweep of keywords would’ve picked up Kris’s name in the bakery’s computer system as soon as it went online.

Fuck. It was a rookie mistake.

Havel read her mind. “Don’t be hard on yourself. You were frustratingly elusive up to that point. It’s never taken me four months to track a target.”

"Don't call me a target."

"Why not? It's what you were."

"No. It's impersonal and makes me sound like a victim,” she said insistently. “I’ve had enough of that feeling in my life."

“Fair enough. What about wife?”

“Not that either.”

“Why?” he demanded. “We’re good together.”

She laughed bitterly. “All we know how to do is shout at each other. How is that supposed to translate into us being good together?”

He grinned at her. “It’s the making up I’m talking about.” He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a light kiss.

She didn’t fight him, instead she savoured the whisper soft feeling of his lips against hers. His breath mingled with hers as her pulse raced with anticipation. When she didn’t immediately push him away, he grew bolder, running a hand down her side to rest on her waist, his fingers sliding along the silky fabric of her camisole, stopping at the waistband of the matching panties. He was a deliberate man and she knew he was seducing her with soft touches and the illusion that she could push him away if she wanted to

Heat washed over her and her skin tingled where his fingers touched.

Havel’s cock pressed heavily against her thigh and she sensed the tight leash he had on his libido.

“Please…” she whispered with desperation.

“You don’t have to beg me, sweetheart, I’ll give you everything you’ve been missing.”

She stiffened. “Please stop.”

His eyes narrowed as he raised his head. “You want this as much as I do.”

She gasped as he slid his hand down her thigh, moving his fingers under the lacy edge of the teddy.

He pressed two broad fingers against her panty-clad pussy. He lifted his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes glowing with bronze heat as he looked at her. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”

God, she wanted to punch him in the throat for being such a dick. She stared at him with every ounce of loathing she felt for men who thought they could treat women any damn way they pleased. “You know rape victims are fully capable of having orgasms, right? My vaginal lubrication has nothing to do with my desire to not have sex with you.”

She waited breathlessly, wondering if she’d made it worse and was about to be mauled. If his expression, like he’d had a bucket of ice water thrown over him, was anything to go by then she was definitely not about to be mauled. Neck wrung maybe, but not in a sexy way.

He rolled off her, standing next to the bed, lip curling. “You can sleep alone tonight.”

“Good,” she snapped, sitting up and dragging a pillow protectively in front of her, clinging to it as she glared at him.

Havel snatched a pillow from his side of the bed and headed for the living room, but before leaving he pinned her with a cool stare. “This is going to happen, sweetheart.” He pointed at himself, then her. “Time to get used to the idea.” He switched off the light as he left, plunging her into darkness.

As she settled beneath the covers, she stared out the window and pondered his words. She was already used to the idea of having sex with Havel. Part of her even wanted it, but the other parts of her… the parts that died years ago, couldn’t see how this could possibly work.

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