Page 16 of Mercenary Princess

At some point, he’d fisted a hand in her hair, angling her for a more demanding kiss. An incoherent sound escaped her at the dominant hold. The buttons finally gave under her fingers, or perhaps she ripped them away. All that mattered was his warm, hard chest twitching beneath her palms, the dusting of hair her playground. It was intoxicating.

A growl of approval left his lips before they moved to her jaw then slid to torment her exposed throat, a throat she eagerly bared with the slightest tug to her hair.

She was lost in a lust-filled daze, trying desperately to grind against the hardness rocking against her clit. Her breathing was too rapid, and her body was on fire as his tongue and teeth tortured the column of her neck and the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“More,” she demanded breathlessly, not caring about the repercussions or that she was begging a man who’d broken into her room to take her against the hard door. She could either attempt to kick him out, answer his questions, or succumb to the pleasure she’d been dreaming of for nearly a decade.

She chose pleasure.

“You burn for me, ???????.” His rough, accented words in her ear only added fuel to the fire.

There was no denying it. She was so wet that she could come just as they were.

With a harsh Russian curse, he tightened his grip in her hair again, the tighter pull adding to her mindlessness. He controlled the kiss, ruled her with it.

The world moved and tilted, and suddenly, her back settled into soft bedding.

He moved from her only to pull off his tattered shirt. His eyes barely left hers as he commanded, “Take off your shirt.”

His accent was growing thicker by the moment, turning her on all the more. Refusing to think, she ripped the shirt off over her head. The sports bra was next, and her nipples ached as his eyes devoured her breasts.

He didn’t give her time to admire the hard muscle of his chest arrowing down a flat stomach in a vee to his dress pants. He was gorgeous and even more sculpted than was fair. A scar on his side, a reminder that he’d led a dangerous life, only added to his beauty. Before she could yank off her snug white leggings, his hands were on her ankles, spreading her thighs in a way that made her ache. She felt completely at his mercy as he settled his weight on her.

“No time,” he gritted.

Her fingernails sank into his tight shoulders when he took her mouth in another wild, dominating kiss.

She was so close. She knew she’d go off the second he was inside her. They didn’t need more than a few minutes. When her fingers slid to his pants, he moved, gripping her wrists and forcing them to her sides.

“It won’t take long,” she panted.

His face was harsh when he spoke. “???.”

Nyet? No, what?

His lips slid to her throat again, nipping at her collarbone while she rode the tip of his cock through the slacks, keening in frustration at the clothes separating them.

He used his firm hold on her wrists to lever farther down until his lips met a tight nipple. She cried out and fought for more. Her back arched as he nipped and sucked first one then the other. She’d lost her ability to grind against him, but she might explode from the harsh suction sending jolts of pleasure through her system.

The thumping of her heart was drowning out everything else. He cursed again, but all she could do was beg. “I need more.”

He released a wrist only to force his hand beneath the waistband of her pants. The second he touched her clit, she felt the first waves of climax crashing through her.

“So wet and greedy.” He grunted as he slid two thick fingers inside her body, stealing her breath at the invasion. His palm ground into her clit until she screamed and clamped down in the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Shock wave after shock wave rocked her until she was throbbing around his fingers, her fists digging into the bedding at her sides.

Pounding. More pounding, and she finally realized it wasn’t her heart.

Viktor’s jaw was tight when he moved his hand and body from her. The tic beneath his scruff and his harsh breathing only made her blood sing louder. He moved over her, slid his wet fingers over her lips, and as she gasped, his mouth descended in a kiss meant to conquer.

She tasted her own slickness, and the way he sucked on her lower lip made tremors of renewed desire rock her body. Her hands pulled him closer as he was pulling away.

Left in a daze, she watched as he shrugged into his damaged shirt. His cock tented the front of his expensive black slacks, and the look on his face said he wanted to destroy whoever had interrupted them.

“It’s nearly daybreak.” The muffled Russian words held not only hesitance, but a question.

Viktor bit out an answer to the man on the other side of the door. He leaned in, assessing her far too knowingly. “We’re not done, Princess.”

“Yes, we are.” This couldn’t happen again.

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