45

Anatoli

"Need I remind you that everything is mine?"

Her eyes blaze and I can see she wants to tell me to go fuck myself, but by Odin is she holding back.

"What do you want, Anatoli?"

"You know what I want." I give her a shit-eating grin that makes her cheeks flush and her ice-blue eyes darken with desire.

"This is ridiculous."

"Bad girls deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

"You never said how long this stupid punishment would last."

"No. I didn't." I give her a measured stare. "I figured we have so much fun, why stop now?"

"You're such an asshole."

"Yes, I am. Anyway, before we get down to business, we have another matter to tend to."

She swallows hard. "What is it?"

"Come here to me."

She thinks for a moment, then moves, her steps hesitant.

I swivel my chair to face her and retrieve the ring box from my pocket. Her eyes round when she looks at it, then her gaze drifts up to meet mine.

"What is that?"

I flick the box open, revealing the ring inside.

Surprise washes over her face and I know she's impressed. The ring is beautiful. More importantly, it's better than the one Mikhail gave her.

"Give me your hand."

Without arguing, she obeys. I slip the ring on her finger and she gazes at it.

I look too and it feels like a mark of possession, branding her mine.

I don't know if I'm fucked up for being more satisfied about this than everything else I stand to gain from owning her. Like the oil company masquerading as a vineyard she doesn't know about.

Maybe I'm so taken with her because she's so different from any other woman I've ever been with.

"I'm amazed that a brute like you has such good taste."

Brute?

I don't know anyone who uses words like that. It's like she's stuck in a classic novel like Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice. I only know about those books because Mom was obsessed.

"Then again," she pauses. "It suits you to put something so beautiful on someone you loathe, like a Galitze."

Her words slice into me deeper than they should, flaring my temper.

"At least the ring is yours and not some dead woman's." I know Mikhail's ring belonged to his grandmother. "I bought that ring for you with my hard-earned cash."

"Hard-earned cash? You own a multi-billion dollar business."

"I do now, but every cent in my bank account is money I worked for." On the ships no one was above the other so I worked my ass off.

"In any event it was an honor to wear Mikhail's grandmother's ring," she retorts in a matter-of-fact tone that pisses me off.

"I'm sure it was. And I bet he was the perfect gentleman proposing with flowers and music and wine."

"Of course he was. Not like you." She issues me a cruel smile that shouldn't look as sexy as it does, or enrage me as much as her words do.

When I grind my teeth, I know I'm going to make her impression of me even worse. But I don't fucking care. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and suck my cock."

Her mouth drops as if it's the first time she's heard me talk so crassly.

"You're such a dick."

"We've crossed that bridge, baby girl, now do as I say. And take your clothes off too."

A flush of crimson steals her color and her eyes become pools of rage.

She takes off her clothes and her perfect naked body drives me insane. The scathing fury on her face could incinerate me, but her hard nipples tell another story.

I look her up and down, committing her beauty to memory. Her shapely breasts, the soft creamy curves of her hips, and her bare clean-shaven pussy.

All mine.

The thought moves me and I catch her waist, pulling her closer.

"Bend over and show me your pussy first." I can barely speak past the arousal clogging my throat.

"What?" Her face pales.

"Just do it."

She stifles a groan and bends forward, showing me her sweet round ass and the slit of her pussy lips.

I bury my face into her ass cheeks and she gasps, then grabs the edge of the desk as I lick the line from her pussy to the tight rosette of her ass.

I wonder if she's a virgin there. It would be something left for me to stake my claim to.

Tightening my grip on her waist, I push my tongue deep into her pussy and suck her clit. In response, she clenches her thighs, trying hard not to like what I'm doing to her, but failing. Badly. Oh so badly.

Her needy moans of pleasure tell me everything I need to know, so I keep feasting and slide my hands up her body to fondle her gorgeous tits.

Moments pass with us like this, then she climaxes with pleasure-filled moans.

I hold her tighter, enjoying the flow of her juices flooding my mouth and the way she writhes against me, rubbing her pussy on my face. She's fucking kidding herself if she thinks this isn't fun, because it is.

I squeeze her breasts, massaging her nipples until she comes down from her high, then turn her to face me so she can drop to her knees.

When she does, I steal a moment to loosen that godforsaken bun so I can grip her hair. As the silky strands float down her elegant shoulders, she stares up at me with hooded eyes, no longer able to maintain the mask of fury.

I undo my belt and take out my cock, fisting my straining length as she watches in fascination. "Suck me, baby girl."

At my command, Avrora secures one hand around my dick, lowers her head, then takes me into her mouth.

She sucks my length, running her tongue over the head of my dick and I pump into her hot wet mouth, owning her face and her emotions.

Fisting her hair, I guide her to take me deeper, then fuck her mouth the way I want to own her cunt.

This game of ours has made lust consume me. Every time we do this, she does something to me I can't shake.

When I eventually blow my load, I truly hate that I'm not inside her and she almost, almost makes me wish I were the kind of man who could do second best.

I pull my dick out of her mouth and tuck myself back into my pants, watching her swallow my cum and look ashamed.

Seeing her look that way ignites my temper and the jealousy simmering in my veins.

She stands to retrieve her clothes, pulls them on and turns to flee as if she's disgusted and tormented by what we just did-what she just did with me.

Fury makes me catch her before she can even take the first step.

She gasps and I move her into the wall, pinning her there so she can't escape.

"What are you doing now?" Her voice breaks as if she might cry.

"Giving you a rude awakening."

"I've had enough of your wisdom for a lifetime thank you very much."

I press into her soft, lush body that's still hot with need. It's as infernal as mine. The chemistry between us is off the fucking charts, so I can't let her run off to pine over Mikhail.

Smoothing my hand up her neck, I hold her face so she can't look away. "What's harder for you? Hearing the truth? Or resisting me?"

"I don't know what truth you're talking about."

I sneer, trying to tamp down my rage. "Let me remind you. You don't love Mikhail."

"How the hell can you say that to me when you barely know me?"

"My eyes never lie." I'm talking as though I'm sure, but I'm not. I'm still being a vindictive dick, trying to get the girl. I'm right about some things though. "If it's that hard for you to accept what's happening to you, maybe I'm right."

"Nothing is happening to me."

Fuck this. I cover her mouth with mine, stealing away her next breath.

I don't allow her the chance to think before I consume her lips with a cruel kiss. Within seconds, her body softens and she yields, opening her mouth for me.

I kiss her with the same greed and hunger that's driving me fucking insane. And she kisses me back.

This kiss is more potent and brazen than yesterday's, awakening everything inside me, even the parts I keep locked away where not even I can find.

I want to consume her as badly as I need air, but she needs another rude awakening.

Pulling away from her lips I go to her ear. "This is what is happening to you, Avrora. This. And you need to admit you want me."

"No..." Her voice is but a whisper, tainted with denial.

"Yes you do. And I still want to fuck you."

"Then do it." She turns her face back to me, brushing her nose over mine. Her ice-blue eyes darken with desperation and a hint of madness that looks like the same thing that's possessed me too. "Do it and get it out of your system."

I should. I really should. My dick is hard again and ready to go, and everything in my body is singing to me, telling me I should.

I would, but it's not going to work. Fucking her right now won't get anything out of my system because we both have another problem.

I run my thumb along the smooth skin of her neck and she gazes at me with expectancy. "If it were as simple as that, I would have done it already. But we both know that. And we also know once won't be enough. Not for me. And not for you."

Her face turns to stone and she looks like someone siphoned some of her life away, but she doesn't answer.

I step back, breaking the spell and I'm glad she's made no attempt to deny what I've said.

"See you when I get back baby girl."

Blinking rapidly, she stares at me for a few brief moments as if she has something to say, then she turns and walks out, her back ramrod straight and her legs shaking.

The door swings shut but her essence still lingers, haunting me once more.

I always knew Mikhail and I would never get along because my father chose his life over mine. But my real problems with him were amplified because of Avrora Galitze.

Whether she loves him or not, he has a hold on something I can't steal-her heart.

But if I could... I'd steal that too.

The same way I stole her.