Devil's Lair (Molotov Obsession #1) - Anna Zaires Page 0,80

pushes up to stand. “You okay, zaychik?” he murmurs, running a warm, callused palm over my arm, and I nod, blushing as I sit up.

“More than okay,” I admit, pulling together the edges of my torn dress as he disposes of the condom in a trashcan by the desk.

“Good,” he says softly, zipping up his pants. “Because we’re far from done.”

And scooping me up against his chest, he carries me out of the office.

45

Chloe

I half expect to run into Alina or Lyudmila, but we make it to Nikolai’s bedroom without encountering anyone. It’s a huge relief, given the state of my dress—and, I realize as I catch a glimpse of us in a mirror, my face and hair.

With my lips swollen from his kisses and my hair wild, I don’t just look freshly fucked.

I look ravished.

And that’s pretty much how I feel as he lays me down on his king-sized bed and begins to strip, volcanic heat kindling anew in his golden eyes. I don’t know if I’m up for more so soon, especially with the questions raised by the video hanging over us, but when he’s fully naked, his magnificent body bared to my gaze, I can’t find the will to protest as he climbs over me and takes my lips in a deep, tenderly erotic kiss.

It’s a lovemaking this time, not a fucking. He worships every inch of my body, bringing me to another orgasm with his lips and tongue before carefully sheathing himself in my sore flesh. Somehow, I manage to come again alongside him, and then, exhausted, I lie in his arms like a ragdoll before drifting off to sleep.

I wake up to the feel of being submerged in warm water. Blinking my eyes open, I realize we’re both half-lying in a bubble bath, with Nikolai spooning me from underneath so I don’t slip in and drown.

“Relax, zaychik,” he murmurs in my ear, running a soapy sponge over my breasts and stomach. “Close your eyes, let me take care of you.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. After the sleepless night I’ve had and with my body jellified by all those orgasms, I’m already drifting off to dreamland. Vaguely, I’m aware of him washing me all over, then lifting me out of the tub and wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me. At that point, I wake up enough to ask for privacy to use the bathroom, and then I stumble off to bed, where he’s waiting for me with a tray of food.

Sleepily, I let him feed me grapes, cheese, and various spreads on crackers—since we missed dinner in favor of sex and all—and then I pass out in his embrace, feeling safe, secure, and cared for.

Feeling like I’ve found my new home.

46

Chloe

We make love twice more throughout the night, with Nikolai giving me two orgasms each time, and by morning, I’m so sore I can’t move, yet so satisfied it’s worth it. Of course it’s possible I can’t move because his heavy arm is slung across my ribcage, securing me to him as he sleeps—almost like a child with a teddy bear.

Grinning at the incongruous thought, I carefully wriggle out of his embrace and tiptoe into the adjoining bathroom, where I find a brand-new toothbrush considerately laid out for me. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I brush my teeth and take care of business, then put on a huge, soft robe I find hanging on the door. It’s obviously his, but hopefully, he won’t mind if I wear it long enough to get back to my room.

He did destroy my dress, after all.

The thought is both disturbing and exhilarating, my pulse speeding up when I think about how he reacted when I proposed leaving. I don’t know what I’d thought his reaction would be when he learned of my predicament, but it wasn’t that.

Nothing is resolved between us, but there’s one thing I now know for sure, and it fills me with immense gratitude and hope.

Despite the danger I’ve brought with me, Nikolai doesn’t want me gone.

I’m not surprised to find him still asleep when I return to the bedroom. Between the jet lag and the long flight—plus all that sex—he must be exhausted. Holding up the sides of the robe to prevent it from dragging on the floor, I pad quietly toward the door, but as I’m passing by the bed, I can’t resist the urge to stop and stare at my new lover.

Because that’s what my gorgeous, mysterious Russian employer is