"I had a great time tonight." Sincerity swims in Drew's green eyes. "I'm glad we were finally able to do this." I force a smile. "Me, too. It was fun." Unfortunately, that's exactly the way it feels. Forced. I can't imagine getting together with him again. Nor can I imagine this relationship progressing any further. Not when I have such strong feelings for someone else. And not when I allowed one man to touch me when I was out with another.Oh my God, who does that?I'm not that kind of person.I'm not, damn it.I study Drew's face, desperately wanting to feel a tenth of what I feel for Roman. But I just don't.Until my run-in with Roman, I'd had a great time with Drew. I'd forgotten about Roman and the intense feelings he rouses in me for a few hours.I'm embarrassed for responding to him the way I did and humiliated for melting in his arms right after he touched me. I have no willpower when it comes to that man.I blink, and Drew's handsome features blur in front of
Stepping closer, he lifts a hand and softly grazes my cheek. "I shouldn't have laid one goddamn finger on you. That was my first mistake." Anger kindles in his eyes as he rasps, "Now the floodgates have been opened, and there's no turning back. I walked away earlier and allowed you to run back to that other guy. What I should have done is taken what I wanted. I should have thrown you over my shoulder, carried you out of the club, and taken you home myself."Desire rushes through me, warming me from the inside out. It's something only he is capable of stirring to life. I don't understand why, but feel addicted to it nevertheless.I know I should tell him to leave, but the words stick in my throat as I bask in his gentle touch.Roman caresses my other cheek. "I'm going to fuck you nice and hard, princess. I'm going to give us what we both want. What we need from each other. And when I bury my cock deep inside your sweet pussy, you're going to scream my name just like you did
A long, low groan of pleasure rumbles up from deep in his chest as I take him deeper. Beads of salty precum hit my tongue and whet my desire for this man.His shaft swells, his balls drawing up tight against his body. But instead of coming, he pushes me away. The head of his cock pops free as I stare up at him in confusion.He moves a hand to my face and sweeps his fingers across my lips. One thick digit pushes into my mouth. Eyes trained on his, I suck it.He watches me through heavy-lidded eyes with a satisfied smile. "Do you have any idea how many times I pictured you on your knees, sucking my cock?"I moan around his finger, eyeing the erection only inches away. He removes the digit from my mouth and the hand from my hair. "Turn around."I scramble to do his bidding.Once I'm in position, Roman places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down until both cheek and chest are pressed to the mattress and my ass is high in the air. He grips my hips and pulls me to th
I wake in stages as if fighting my way to the surface. Something feels off, but my mind can't figure out what. I stretch my hand out next to me coming away with nothing but air.Which is the precise moment when everything from last night crashes into my brain with the force of a tsunami.Roman.The bathroom at Covet.Him waiting in my living room.Both of us needing more.I don't remember how many times we sated our hunger for one another. He woke me three or four times during the night. It was, in a word, delicious. So much better than any of my fantasies.My eyelids flutter open.Before I let the regret for making such a huge mistake swallow me whole, I allow myself a few moments to revel in every amazing moment that occurred between us.Maybe I'm naïve, but I never imagined sex could be so explosive.Or hot.Or dirty.Exhausted from the long night, I arch my naked body until every muscle has been lengthened and stretched. My hair is a wild, tangled mess spread across the snowy
"Hey, stranger," Drew says from around the side of my office door. "I stopped by a few times, but you've been busy."We haven't spoken since our date on Saturday. After what happened with Roman, I've dreaded running into him again.I smile brightly, hoping it doesn't look as forced and awkward as it feels. "Hey, yourself. This week has been crazy. I've had back-to-back meetings scheduled with students almost every day." I'm aware that he popped in a handful of times because Sherry, our secretary, let me know with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eyes."I haven't had a chance to talk with you since Saturday." He studies me for a moment. "I had a great time. I hope you did, too.""I did, it was a lot of fun."And it had been up until my run-in with Roman. Unfortunately, that incident made me realize that I'm not ready to begin a relationship with Drew. Or anyone else, for that matter. It wouldn't be fair to start something when my heart isn't in it. His smile broadens, relief
Hearing footsteps in the outer office, I rise from behind my desk and stick my head out the door. "Mr. Dmitriyev?"A man with icy blue eyes studies me with an intensity that sends a shiver racing down my spine. "Yes, I'm Victor Dmitriyev." He holds out a hand. "And you're Ms. Bianchi? I force a friendly smile and step forward. "Sofia Bianchi. Please, call me Sofia." I give him a firm shake. "I'm one of the counselors here at Lincoln High School. I'm delighted you were able to squeeze in a tour before heading home tomorrow."His gaze leisurely travels around the office, which is empty since everyone already left for the day. "Thank you for sticking around to meet with me. We've been house hunting for most of the day, so this was the only time that worked."His voice has a slight accent that I can't place. It might be Slavic."It's no problem at all. Choosing a school district is an important decision. I hope I'll be able to answer any questions you might have." I fight t
My mind empties. All I can focus on is the warm blood trickling down my throat."Do you understand what I'm saying?" I'm afraid to deepen the cut by breathing or swallowing or nodding. Tears fill my eyes as he presses down harder. "Yes," I whisper."Good girl. No one needs to get hurt." He chuckles. "At least not yet, they don't.""What do you want?"The heaviness of the blade stays firmly pressed against me. If I try to move, it'll slice right through my jugular. The way he holds both me and the knife suggests this man is a professional. Too late, I realize I should have listened to the warning bells ringing in my head instead of dismissing them as paranoia. "There's a message that needs to be passed along to your father.""My father?" I ask, confused about why he matters right now. "Yes, Enzo Valentini." Again, he chuckles. "Did you think we weren't aware of the connection? That we weren't keeping tabs on you? That we couldn't take you anytime we wanted?" His paper-
"Until the situation has been resolved, you'll move back to the compound immediately." Papa adds, "And you'll also take a leave of absence from your job.""You can't be serious!" I shake my head. "I'm not moving to the compound. And I won't quit my job!"Papa leans across his desk, rage filling every line of his face. A muscle ticks near the corner of his eye. He's holding onto his temper by a thread.I understand that his fury is fueled by fear. He's livid that someone dared to lay hands on me and threatened his family. But still, I can't be expected to stop living my life."Sofia," his voice cracks like thunder in the silence of the office, "I will not allow anything else to happen to you. Do you understand me?"It's on the tip of my tongue to point out that whatever he took from the Russians is precisely why I was ambushed and threatened. But I don't. I refuse to lash out at him for wanting to keep me safe.Attempting to wrangle my heightened emotions, I suck in a deep br