Devil's Lair (Molotov Obsession #1) - Anna Zaires Page 0,65

entire organization.”

“Which you used to do, right?” I ask, recalling what Alina told me.

“That’s right.” He doesn’t look surprised that I know. “But it’s hard to do remotely, so I asked Valery to step in while I’m away.”

“Why are you away?” I ask, unable to resist the question that’s been on my mind for so long. “What brought you to this corner of the world?”

He smiles at my blatant curiosity. “I know. It’s odd, right?”

“Extremely odd.” So odd, in fact, that I’ve concocted a crazy mafia story in my head, but I’m keeping my mouth shut about that.

He leans back in his chair, the smile fading until only a trace of the sensual curve remains. “It’s a long story, zaychik, and it’s getting late. You should go to sleep.”

“It’s okay, I’m not tired.” And even if I were, I’d deny it because I’m dying to hear this story, whatever length it may be. Sitting up straighter, I arrange the computer more comfortably on my lap and give him my best puppy eyes, fluttering lashes and all. “Please, Nikolai… tell me. Pretty, pretty please.”

I meant it as a joke, a light flirtation at best, but his face goes taut, his gaze darkening as he leans toward the camera. “I like hearing my name on your lips.” His voice is a low, honeyed purr. “And I really, really like it when you beg.”

My mouth goes Sahara dry, my heartbeat uneven as fire streaks through my veins and centers low in my core. With him so far away and our video chats staying mostly on safe topics, I’ve somehow let myself forget about the sexual tension that smolders between us, ready to ignite into a conflagration at the slightest spark. I’ve convinced myself that I imagined that feeling of being hunted prey… that alarming, yet strangely exciting awareness that I’m at the mercy of this dangerously alluring man.

“Is that—” I swallow, uncertain if I should venture there. “Is that your thing? Women begging?”

The dark heat in his eyes intensifies. “My thing, zaychik, is you. I want you in every way possible… sweetly and roughly… on your knees, and on your back, and on top, riding me… I want to eat your pussy for dessert after each meal and pour my cum down your throat every morning. I want to fuck you so hard you scream, and then I want to cuddle you for hours. Most of all, I want to drown you in pleasure… so much pleasure you won’t mind the occasional bite of pain… In fact, you’ll beg for it.”

Oh. My. God.

I stare at him, my breaths short and shallow, my clit throbbing and my nipples pebble hard. My body feels like one of his nuclear reactors in meltdown, the heat under my skin so scorching I might spontaneously combust. Or come. If I put any pressure on my clit right now, I could definitely come.

I wet my lips, trying to ignore the pulsing ache between my legs. “So… you are into stuff. Like, kinky stuff.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I cringe at how juvenile and vanilla I sound. And I’m not vanilla. At least I don’t think I am. My sexual fantasies have always had a darker tinge to them, and I’ve had a boyfriend tie me up once or twice—and another time, spank me. None of that turned me on, but then again, my boyfriend wasn’t really into it. It felt awkward and forced with him… childish, somehow.

I have a feeling it’ll be nothing of the sort with Nikolai.

The man doesn’t know the meaning of childish and awkward.

Sure enough, his lips curve in another darkly sensual smile. In a voice like heated silk, he murmurs, “Chloe, zaychik… I’m into everything—as long as it’s with you.”

This time, it’s my heart that goes into meltdown mode. Because it sounds a lot like… “Are you saying you don’t want to see other women?” I blurt, and immediately want to kick myself for once again sounding like I’m in high school. He’s just flirting, not making any kind of exclusivity commitment. We haven’t even—

“I don’t,” he says softly, bringing my thoughts to a screeching halt. “I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t since the moment we met.”

“Oh.” I stare at him, unable to come up with anything else to say.

This is big.

Huge, really.

There’s no possible misunderstanding here, no chance that I’m being a foolish romantic.

Nikolai is telling me that he wants me and no one else… that essentially, we are