Mikhail
“Don’t turn this on me.” Her tears are no longer from fear but anger. “You don’t trust me. You never have, and you never will. I want to prove it to you. But you won’t let me. You refuse to believe anything else-right or wrong.” Maria’s gaze locks on mine. “Don’t push me away because you’re afraid to be wrong, Mikhail.”
I freeze in place, staring at her. Afraid. The word stings, then ignites a fire that rips through me. I’m not afraid, am I? Yet I balance precariously between my desire for her and the fear of getting too close. Instead, I challenge her.
“Why should I trust you, Maria?” I whisper. “Because you’re the innocent one?”
Our gazes lock, and I see something in hers-a longing that reflects mine. That energy pulls us closer, and it takes every ounce of my control not to reach out and touch her.
Her anger lessens as she leans against the door. “I’m not trying to trick you, Mikhail. I don’t know how.”
My gaze consumes every detail of her face, the curve of her lips as she forms each word, her long lashes that hold back her tears, and the determination in her eyes that intensifies my need.
Maria watches me closely, but I know what she’s going to do before she does it. I watch her hand move slowly as she turns to face the door. But I move quickly, blocking her path and slamming it shut before she can open it all the way. Maria tries to slip away from me, but I grab her upper arm and tug her hard against my body.
“Look at me,” I growl.
Her gaze searches my face for a hint of compassion, but all I can focus on is how her chest rises and falls beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Does that make me a madman? To keep her in my grasp until I hear the answer I want? I shake her arm when she looks away. “Look at me!” I repeat. “Do you want to tell me the truth, Maria?”
“Why should I?” she shouts, wrenching her arm out of my grasp. “When you already don’t believe me? My father is not a traitor!”She slams her fist into my chest. “I’m not the one you should hate. I’ve done nothing to you!”
I wrap my arms around Maria and pull her tight against my chest. And as I do, I realize just how dangerous this game we’re playing with each other has become.
The thought of her lying to me is so unbearable that I squeeze my eyes shut. I press my lips to her neck, brushing them softly over the curve of her throat.”Do you want to tell me the truth, Maria?” I murmur, pushing her hair behind her ear.
Her mouth tightens into a scowl, and Maria shakes her head. She pushes against me and turns her eyes on me. I know she wants to ask. She wants to know where I went tonight and what happened.
She wants to know if her father is dead or alive.
I reach out and stroke her flushed cheek then smile faintly. “I’ll taste the secrets you keep locked behind those lush lips.” I feel her stiffen in my firm grasp and a shiver courses through her warm body.
She must know what is about to come next. She may have tried to seduce me tonight, but I’m the one who’ll make her beg.
At first, Maria struggles as I kiss her, but soon, her resistance melts away and she presses into me, returning everything with full force. My fingers brush against her cheek as I cup her face in both hands. Her breath hitches, and I like the needy way her body responds to my touch.
Maria breaks away first and I still feel her body trembling. My eyes open, and she’s studying my face. Her expression reveals her confusion. Why are we giving in? I know that passion feeds off more than hate. I start to speak but stop.
She steps closer. Her lips are swollen, and I touch them with my thumb then push the tip into her mouth. Without hesitation, she licks it, twirling her tongue around the tip as if she wants to show me what she can do. Her calm gaze dares me to do more, and I slip my thumb deeper into her mouth. Moaning, she sucks on it, and my mind is filled with images of those soft lips wrapped around my cock.
I slide my hand around the back of her neck and pull her into me. Grunting, I press my forehead into her red hair and grind my stiff cock against her belly, holding onto her ass with my other hand. I tell myself that I’m in control, but each time I repeat the word in my mind, it sounds more and more like a lie.
The truth is, Maria is the one in control. I can’t restrain myself enough to hold back.
I push my hand through her hair and fist it in my hand. Maria makes a small gasping sound but doesn’t stop me. I pull her hair tight, exposing her neck as I lead her to the desk. Her gaze meets mine, and her eyes are loaded with lust and need.
“I know what you’re doing,” I whisper. “Turn around.”
She tries to kiss my mouth, but I give her hair another firm tug, drawing a tantalizing whimper from her throat.
“Turn around,” I say it again, this time more forcefully. She will do what I want.
Maria swallows hard and slowly complies. I grip the back of her neck and press her chest forward onto the surface of my desk. I tug at the hem of her dress and take a moment to enjoy the sight of her body. The dress is high on her thighs, showing off her smooth skin. I rub the palm of my hand over her ass slowly, savoring the softness of her curves.
“Did you think you would get away with it?” I ask, then squeeze her ass tightly, and she quivers against me.
Maria shakes her head, her hair pulling in my fist.
I rub her ass again, this time letting my finger trail down between her thighs. She moans and tilts her hips. I lean over her, enveloping her body with mine. “I’ll teach you the consequences of telling lies,” I whisper in her ear.
Maria whimpers. I let my hand slide between her legs. Her panties are already wet as I push two fingers against the fabric and rub at the soaked flesh. She gasps and bucks her hips against me. With one swift motion, I pull her panties aside and dip my fingers into her warmth.
I press against her, letting my mouth brush against her ear. “You like this,” I whisper. “You like being my whore.”
She moans. “I was a virgin before I met you.”
“And which one do you prefer?”
She moans again as I press a finger against her clit and give it a slow, torturous stroke until her mouth opens wide. Another gasp punches from her throat and her eyes squeeze shut from pleasure.
“Answer me, Maria. Which one do you prefer?”
She moans louder as I stroke. “Your whore.”
I kiss the side of her neck as I slide a finger inside her. She cries out, her body shuddering beneath me. I work my fingers in and out of her. She starts rocking her hips back against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers.
Her hands ball into fists on the edge of my desk, and her head falls forward. Her breath comes out in pants as I finger fuck her. My hand moves faster, and her clit hardens in response as she arches her back.