He reaches his hand up and leans against the shelf above me, staring down at me with an intense question etched into his face. “What are you looking for, Yana?” he asks again, calling me by my nickname. Hearing him say it makes my heart spin.
I shouldn’t be in here. I should have been quicker. How am I going to explain my way out of this one?
Benedikt isn’t letting this go. I should be scared. His body language is imposing, threatening, his voice is low and domineering. I should feel overpowered and tense, but there is something else in his eyes as they travel down my body, back up and settle on my lips.
The way he’s looking at me is turning me on more than scaring me.
The remnants of last night’s ‘punishment’ are still fresh in my mind. I keep picturing how he pulled his belt off and bound it around my wrists, restraining me. How I became his plaything. And how I loved every second of it. My eyes drift down to the belt he’s wearing now. It’s the same one. My heart beats a little faster, remembering how massive his cock is and how he knows exactly how to use it.
Stop it, Ulyana, pull yourself together.
I bite my lip and duck out from under his arm, moving away from him before I end up doing something stupid.
“How did your meeting with Ardalion and Nestor go? I saw you guys getting pretty heated in there, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Did you manage to sort out your differences? Is he going to work with you on the Miron thing?” I ask, redirecting the conversation. Just mentioning the other guy’s name is sure to distract him from what I am up to in here.
Benedikt chuckles, quiet amusement spilling from him as he walks towards me again. He tilts his head to the side, studying my face.
“Your subtle ways of distracting me are not as subtle as you think they are, Yana.”
“People earn the right to call me Yana,” I warn him, grinning.
“I am your husband. I’ll do whatever I want with you and your name,” he growls, his voice low and seductive.
I gasp, my lips parting and my eyes narrowing towards him. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” I stammer.
He steps even closer to me and I back up, my ass against the desk. It bumps against the wall and thuds.
He pushes my legs open and steps between them, taking my face in his hand and lifts my face up towards him.
“It works how I want it to work. I’m the one in charge here.”
Benedikt leans down and presses his lips against mine, and whether I intend to or not, I moan with pleasure. I run my hand up his chest as he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me closer.
He tilts his head to the side and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I moan again, my breathing getting heavier, my heart racing.
I thread my fingers up around his neck and pull him into me, wanting more.
He growls against my mouth, sending an exciting thrill racing through me.
I love how much he wants me. His hunger for me makes me feel more desired than I could ever imagine. His hands explore my body, fueling my need for him.
I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his waist as he lifts me into his arms and turns me away from the desk, pushing me against a shelf.
The kiss becomes more frantic. I’m pulling at his shift, wild with desire, pleasure pulsing through my blood like fire.
“You’re beautiful, Yana,” he whispers against my mouth.
My heart clenches and I dig my nails into his shoulder.He thinks I’m beautiful. I want him to want me because I want him.
I need him.
Somewhere along the line, I started craving his attention and—
Shit.
No.
What is happening?
