“You can let go,” I mutter to Mia. “I’m not going to shoot him. Not tonight, at least.”
“Is that supposed to reassure me?”
“Mostly.”
With a shaky exhale, she lets go.
The rest of the dinner is much smoother sailing. Mia carries herself well, bantering with Kazimir and trading political opinions with Slavik. At one point, she even manages to drag a snort out of Zhenya.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Once everyone leaves, Mia turns to me, her face suddenly uncertain. “How did I do?” she breathes. “I didn’t overstep, did I? I’m sorry, I just really didn’t want you to k?—”
I don’t let her finish that sentence.
I push her against the table and kiss her senseless.
28
YULIAN
I can’t take my fucking hands off her.
“Yulian—” She gasps into my mouth, driving me crazy with want. We’re in the elevator, heading up towards the Goldenrod’s luxury suites.Mypersonal suite, where I’ve taken all my one-night stands.
Because, if I take her there, then that’s all she is to me.
“Wait,” she whispers, so close I can fucking feelit. “Maybe we should?—”
“Quiet,” I growl against her lips. “From now on, you only make noise when I tell you to.”
Then I’m on her again.
She moans, soft and keening. Opens up to me like I’m all she’s ever wanted. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to do this. Every sound out of her mouth goes straight to my dick, turning it harder than goddamn stone.
When the elevator doors finally open, I don’t waste a single second.
I pick her up, swipe my card, and carry her into the suite.
It’s not gallantry.
It’s not seduction.
It’s pure, raw animal instinct.
Drag her into your territory and make her yours.
She wraps her legs tight around my middle. Her dress rides up, exposing those creamy thighs. I sink all ten fingers into them, relishing the little moan she gives in response. Like I’m hurting her in all the right ways.
But it’s not enough for me.
I want more.
When I toss her on the bed, her eyes go wide with surprise. Around her bent legs, her dress flares. It’s an expensive piece—easily worth a small fortune.
I rip it up like it’s nothing.
“Yulian!” she gasps. “That—that was your?—!”
