21 Taming the Tyrant

“I don’t have any money on me today,” the snide remark slipped out, and Kirill snapped.

The distance between us vanished in an instant. A strong, hot hand yanked me against his body, while the other gripped the back of my head as his mouth crashed into mine.

His lips didn’t ask for permission like Danil’s did — he simply took what he believed he had the right to. My resistance didn’t concern Kirill at all; he was the one in control here, and that infuriated me beyond measure.

My attempts to push out his intrusive tongue and clamp my teeth shut were completely unsuccessful and only seemed to provoke the brunette even more.

In our silent struggle, I realized he was forcing me backward until I felt a hard table beneath me. I kicked and hit the jerk with my hands, but he didn’t react at all. In one swift move, he twisted my arms behind my back and easily held them with one hand while the other boldly slipped into my neckline and exposed my breasts.

“Damn witch!” Kirill growled, tearing himself away from my lips, his eyes dark and hungry as they devoured me. “You’ll pay for everything right now!”

“What did I even do to you?!” I hissed back, trying to free my hands—but instead, he lifted me by the hips and sat me down on the table, his body pressing in between my parted legs.

Danger! Everything screamed danger! Especially when his roughness and uncompromising manner stirred a strange response in my body.

“You gave yourself to me and ran away like a coward" the scoundrel whispered against my neck, his hands greedily kneading my swollen breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin, and all I wanted was to press my legs together so the fire stirring down there wouldn’t ignite even stronger — but there was no chance of that!

“Well, excuse me,” I snorted, shaking my head. “I didn’t know your services included breakfast in bed—with me required to attend!”

"Not only did you run away, you insulted me by leaving money!” the brunette growled, and his lips moved down to my chest. He alternated between teasing my sensitive skin with his tongue and giving the lightest, playful nips, and against my will, my body arched in response to those actions. Apparently, he was hitting some kind of nerve endings — it was just an automatic reflex, like with a frog.

“In that night… there was a misunderstanding…”

“A misunderstanding is what you’re doing right now!” I hissed, as his warm hand slid along my bare thigh toward the edge of my underwear, and I began to squirm harder in the brunette’s hold. “You wouldn’t take me by force, would you?”

“If you didn’t want me, I wouldn’t,” he murmured shamelessly, pushing the thin fabric aside to touch what was most intimate. “But the problem is… you do want me.”

The wicked man smirked, lowering his lips to my neck and with his hand he began to rub my wet crotch.

Very skillfully, I must admit! I was already struggling, and these… actions of his started shutting my brain down fast, making my toes curl inside my heels.

“I’m not here alone,” my voice betrays me, because desire is wrapping my mind in a thick fog.

“And I’m not alone either,” the insolent man counters, plunging his finger into me and I bite my lip so as not to moan.

“Stop it! I’m here with my boyfriend,” I lie boldly — but the effect is nothing like what I expected. The man began to work more actively with his hand, already plunging two fingers, kneading, rubbing and stimulating me from the inside.

“A boyfriend like that is worthless,” Kirill smirks shamelessly, his lips barely brushing mine. “If his girl melts for another man. You want me, but you’re fighting it.”

His words hit painfully hard, and a cold wave of fear washes over me as I realize just how much power this bastard somehow has over me. When did I let that happen? I would’ve never believed a man could have such an inexplicable effect on me.

“You’re so damn tight,” the brunette growls hoarsely, and inside me I feel three of his fingers already. I see the raw, unrestrained desire blazing in his green eyes, and I’m hanging on the edge myself, while my hands are still pinned behind my back by his iron grip.

“Tell me, Vicky… how many men have you had after me, huh?” His eyes flare with anger, and I watch as Kirill unfastens his pants with his free hand, making it more than clear what he intends.

“And you?!” I snap back, though I’m not even sure I want the answer.

“Enough,” he breathes, “but none of them ever got me this worked up. Not like you do, blue-eyed witch.”

He nips lightly at my nipple. “God, you’re so sweet… and so wet… for me.”

I felt that where his fingers had recently dominated, rested something hot and impressive. He began to rub his tool against my lower lips, making me squirm with desire.

Damn bastard! The man-whore knows exactly how to play a woman’s body, working it like an experienced musician on his favorite instrument.