Three

Chapter Three

Cognac?

Or was it whiskey?

It didn’t matter what alcoholic beverage he drank. All I knew was that it was intoxicating as hell.

Dominic Volkov kissed like a god and with a burning passion that made me weak in the knees. My breath hitched as he raised my legs to rest on his waist, whilst he cupped the nape of my neck and deepened the kiss.

God he was so—

Wait. He’s exactly who he is—My boss!

I was kissing my infuriatingly beautiful boss who’d made the last month of my life a burning hell, the man responsible for my paychecks every month, and I was loving every part of it!

I had to stop it!

“Wait…” my voice was hoarse as I broke away from his lips which made him squirm, “Sir I—

“Shhhhh…..” he pinned me down even tighter, “Don’t think. Just feel.”

Then he went down on my neck and my brain practically went to mush. Here I was, deep in the arms of a man I hated and enjoying the pleasures he had to offer.

“You’re drunk.” My voice was meek, my protest nothing but a fluke and a sham, “You don’t—“ he licked my earlobe and I gasped, “You don’t know what—Mr Volkov!!” I practically let out a moan as he bore his teeth into the space between my neck and the start of my shoulder.

My brain was screaming at me to end this. My body reacted entirely different, right under the luscious spell he’d casted.

I hated him. I wanted him.

I hated him so much and God how much I wanted him at the moment.

“This is a mistake.” I whispered breathlessly as he began taking off his jacket.

His eyes, vivid with lust and a fire i’d never seen froze me in place. I watched like I was under a spell, as Dominic Volkov stripped out of his shirt until I was staring at the brick hard planes of his chest. I was annoyed as I was drooling over his well chiseled abs and broad shoulders.

Or course. The Arrogant prick just had to be built like a Greek god.

“Mr V—

“Let’s take this to my room.”

“This is a—“ He was kissing me again before I could object even further, almost like it was his secret weapon.

I was so lost in his taste that I barely realized I’d been carried, wrapped around his waist and headed towards his bedroom.

Stop!

Amelia Stop!

I could feel my intuition screaming and nagging at me.

“You’re so…..” He nuzzled my neck, “Gosh Malishka, you’re so—

He said something sweet, in his home language, Russian I think. He could barely finish the words, crushing his lips to mine again. I squirmed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he slammed the door behind him.

“We shouldn’t do this.” My words had no bite to them.

“I know,” he whispered, and then I gasped as his thumb grazed my inner thigh, “Like I said…..just think. Don’t feel, Malishka”

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“Mmmmmhhh….” I blubbered under my breath, stretching my arms on the softest silk sheets I’d ever slept on until—

Silk sheets?

I was basically living paycheck to paycheck which only meant I couldn’t afford nice sheets!

My eyesight was a haze. I rubbed them constantly to get a clear view, when the sudden presence of someone else was felt beside me.

The musk. The familiar scent of Cedar and intimidation wafted it’s way into my nose. I froze, the events of last night already playing through my mind as I slowly turned to Dominic Volkov still gravely asleep, like he hadn’t just turned my whole world upside down.

“Oh God,” the gravity of what I’d done landed on me with a punishing force, “Oh dear God.”

I clasped my mouth tightly as he stirred in his sleep, careful to not wake him up as I couldn’t bear to face him at the moment. For heavens sake he was my boss!! The man I hated and who hated me back! And we’d gone at it throughout the night without giving it much thought as to how we’d face each other at the office this morning!

He murmured in his sleep and I held my breath, acting like a statue of the sort.

How could I have done such a thing??

I was the ‘ever responsible Amelia’. I wasn’t known for making such mistakes. How did I let a ruthless and drunk russsian conglomerate heir trick me into warming his bed for the night??

The guilt that wrapped its evil clutches around me was overwhelming, down to a point where I felt tear ducts forming at the corner of my eyes. I watched him sleep peacefully, the nerve of the damn bastard to be deep in his slumber whilst I was nothing but a wrecking ball of emotions.

I made a move, before the gavel of shamw came on me any further. He suddenly grabbed my hand, like he could sense my nerves, “Be still, An….Anna, Krasivy,” he murmured, still deep, “Stay.”

Anna?

My name was Amelia.

He slept with me, made me realize there was more to making love than the men I’d been used to.

Dominic Volkov had turned my innards to mush, and made me scream his name through the night, only to mutter the name of another right in front of me.

The embarrassment wasn’t even cutting it. I was gutted beyond repair.

I couldn’t take it anymore, ignoring his words as I quickly got out of the bed and slipped into my clothes. I looked back at him one last time, brushing the stray tear that escaped before it streamed down my cheek.

My boss thought he’d slept with Anna. Probably the woman he actually loved.

I was no Anna. I was just the lowly secretary who’d just given him an opening,

And like the ruthless bastard that he was, he stabbed me in the heart again.

Damn Volkov.