Page 46 of Mercenary Princess

“Sophia.” The tone had taken a harder edge.

After a second of rolling her hips, using his cock to get her even hotter, he cursed in Russian. “You tempt me too much.” His jaw was hard as he ran a hand down his face and gritted out, “Have you had tests?”

Her eyes opened, assessing him while nodding slowly. “Yearly tests. Clean.”

“Pregnancy?”

“Birth control.”

His tone was clipped. “Why?”

It was a fair question since she’d told him she hadn’t had sex in years. “I can control my cycle with them.”

He studied her, his expression growing more intense as she rubbed against him. She was tormenting them both, and she wasn’t sure she could stop if she wanted to. What she was doing really was reckless, but he felt so good. There were diseases to worry about, yet she wasn’t. She’d analyzed it and felt the odds were in her favor. Still, it was gambling.

She found she didn’t like the disapproving look he cast in her direction, so she asked, “Have you ever had sex without a condom?”

“No.” The answer was fast.

“Neither have I. Why did you come into the pool naked?”

“What I do means nothing. You don’t rub yourself on a man’s naked cock, Sophia.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “So protective of a woman you barely know. You aren’t stopping me, Viktor. I have a hard time believing that, with all those protective instincts, you’d put me at risk.”

“Sophia.” His tone had darkened.

“I’m not as irresponsible as you think. I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Yet you tempt me to fuck you like this?”

His condemning expression made her frown right back at him. “Here are a few things I know about you, Viktor. You control everything and command businesses all over the world. You don’t have children, yet you took guardianship of Feliks when you were eighteen, an act that shows a lot of responsibility. Beyond that, commanding men, worth as much money as you’re worth, aren’t likely to take risks with their health or a paternity suit.”

He might seem angry, but it hadn’t softened his cock. Instead, he listened to every word.

A muscle ticked at his jaw as the silence stretched. The way he watched her was unnerving in a way that made her feel as though she’d somehow divulged too much. As a diversion, she moved in and nipped his bottom lip. Her tactic hadn’t seemed to work. He fisted a hand in her hair but didn’t tug. He just held her still as he took in her every expression.

His eyes darkened when he finally spoke. “I will have tests done in the morning.”

She sucked in a breath to speak, but only a single word broke free, more a shocked rasp. “What?”

“Tomorrow you will bring me your records. I will give you mine. If you want me to fuck you without a condom, I will. But that is how things are done.”

Wasn’t that what she’d wanted? So why was she hating that he’d agreed? It wasn’t that he’d agreed, but it was the way he’d agreed, that he was teaching her “how things were done.”

What is wrong with me? I can’t have him. Even if she wanted forever, forevers didn’t truly exist. And in her situation, keeping him for longer than the time allowed was tempting fate.That wasn’t what this was supposed to be about.

She was saved from her insane mental commentary when his mouth came down on hers. The kiss was punishing in its passion, ruthless and demanding, exactly what she needed to stop thinking. He pinned her against the side of the pool, her neck resting against the rough lip. She was trapped as he gripped her hips, grinding against her for only a second more. With a curse, he moved them, and suddenly, she was lifted in his arms.

He carried her up the steps with his arms cradling her back and thighs. Water sluiced between them. The look in his eyes was wild by the time he deposited her on a wide white lounge. She soaked the soft material at her back as she watched him grab a packet from a discarded pair of pants. His gaze was intent on her nakedness as he tore it open with his teeth and sheathed his hard cock.

Viktor seemed far more dangerous, more intent, even more animalistic in his movements and the way he took her in. Her nipples ached under his perusal, and she was aware he hadn’t missed the way her body writhed in anticipation.

“Spread your thighs.”

She loved his demands, but she itched to disobey and see what he’d do. She lay there, her legs tight together as she ran her fingers through the water pooling in her belly button. She circled the dip before sliding lower.

“Do not tease me, Princess.”

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