Page 33 of Mercenary Princess

Chapter 12

London, England

Sophia woke with a heavy arm over her naked body. A glance at the clock beside the bed said it was nearly five a.m. That knowledge settled like a weight in her gut. Their night was over, but what a night it had been.

Her body was sore in the best possible way, and she had no doubt her thighs would ache with the reminder of how he’d held them open as he drove into her body over and over. The thought alone made a delicious warmth slide through her.

Sophia was struck by the odd sense of ease she felt. Even though she knew she needed to leave, she couldn’t help spending a moment basking in how good it felt to simply be held. Feeling his hard cock at her back made her smile a little. How was that even possible after all the times he’d taken her throughout the night?

She moved to lift his heavy arm, but instead of letting her go, he tightened his hold and issued a commanding, “???!” Nyet? No?

It seemed her Russian was demanding, even in sleep. His gruff tone made her grin widen.

When she tried to free herself again, it was like a steel band had wrapped around her body, and though she liked it, she really needed to get up.

That hold did things to her. It was another reminder of all the dirty ways he’d restrained her and how hard she’d come because of it. This man had made it his job to exploit her needs to their fullest, turning every gasp into a cry until she writhed and lost all sense of time and space.

She sighed. “Viktor, I need to go.”

The thought of leaving the warmth of his bed was becoming more difficult by the minute, but she didn’t have a choice.

If she were another woman, she’d be more than happy to stay in bed with him until they were forced to seek food. She wasn’t free to do that, and she didn’t like the pang in her gut that came with that knowledge.

She tried sliding down his body because she needed the distance from him more than ever, and he wasn’t waking. The process of her attempted escape moved her ass against his hard cock. His throaty groan slid over her, and his weight pushed into her, his hips grinding into her ass as he nuzzled her throat. She moaned.

His sleep-roughened voice rolled over her senses in the same way as his big body covered hers. She had no idea what he said, but she hoped that meant he was waking up because she was ready for more even though she knew she was too sore to follow through.

“Viktor, I have to go.”

He cursed, apparently waking this time because he released her and rolled onto his back. The room seemed charged with tension, but she was coming to terms with how bereft it felt to lose his warmth.

“Come to me tonight.” It was a demand.

She stayed silent as her emotions battled with those words. Wasn’t it too dangerous for her to see him again? He made her want things. He also eased her tension like nothing ever had.

She sighed. “I can’t.”

“I will get you out.”

That wasn’t the problem. “I don’t need your help leaving.”

He’d gone still in the dark. She wondered what he was contemplating. “What will it take to get you to come to me tonight?”

She smiled. The man was certainly used to getting what he wanted. She couldn’t resist teasing him. “What are you offering?”

He levered his body so that he could look down at her. The room had very little light, but she could see his features. “Anything you want.”

“Dangerous words for a billionaire.” It was a poor attempt to lighten the mood because her breath caught at how serious he appeared.

He stared down at her. “What will it take?”

After a few tense moments, she finally shook her head. “Not tonight.”

He glared. “When?”

“You’re a demanding man.”

“You enjoy my demands.”

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