beneath all the weirdness, you seem like a nice guy. But I’ve told you before, I like men, not little boys. You want sex at its most basic, where there are no ties involved. That’s fine, but I want more than that. Which is why I’ll soon be moving to Russia.”
Dominic went completely still. “Moving to Russia?”
“For the arranged mating, remember?” Mila’s last word came out a little breathy, because he’d crowded her even more against the wall. Their bodies were pressed so close that Mila could feel his cock throbbing against her clit even through their clothes. Jesus, that was quite a lot of heat he was packing. Her cat unsheathed her claws, ready to rake at his face if he made a wrong move.
“You said it wasn’t official.”
“It’s not.”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “You’re immigrating to Russia, leaving your pride and family and friends . . . even though it’s not official?”
She shrugged. “I need a change of scenery.”
“There’s more to this.” Dominic sensed she was leaving out some details. “What are you determined to get away from?” He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip, fighting to keep his anger in check—yeah, he did know it was an illogical anger. “You’re not a runner. No, you’d stay and look your problems right in the eye. For you to move to another country, it must be something big. Something bad.” The same something that was responsible for the shadows in her eyes, maybe. “Tell me what it is, Mila.”
Her eyes flared. “How about instead I buy you a glass of mind your own goddamn business?”
Sensing she was ready to push him away, he softly said, “All right, easy. If you truly don’t want this, I’ll back off and leave you alone. But I want a kiss first.” He brushed his nose against hers. “I want just one taste of you, Mila. No harm in that, right?” He ground his cock against her clit, delighting in her little throaty moan. “Just one taste. Let me have it.”
In the grip of a hissing, spitting, clawing need, Mila swiped her tongue along her lower lip. “Just one,” she said. He slowly dipped his head, lowering his mouth to hers. And the tension between them just . . . exploded.
He took her mouth like he owned it, lashing her tongue with his. Mila moaned, gripping his shoulders. The kiss was hard. Hungry. Carnal. Red-hot waves of need coursed through her blood and twisted her insides.
Greedy for more, she curved her body into his and ground against his cock. He growled into her mouth, kissing her harder and deeper, as he shoved his hand under her tank top and closed it around her breast. Mila dug her nails into his shoulders, holding on as he devastated her senses. If this was going to happen just once, she might as well enjoy it.
Dominic bunched his free hand in those curls, groaning at the silky feel of them. He was now officially obsessed with her mouth—it was soft and hot and tasted so fucking good. He squeezed her breast, barely refraining from clawing off her bra and sucking on the taut nipple that was digging into his palm. He settled for giving it a light pinch, swallowing her thick, needy moan.
This thing between them was no case of simple lust. It was a vicious, wicked hunger that stole every sane thought from his brain. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his dick, and it was driving him out of his mind. All he could think of doing was freeing his cock, slamming it deep inside her body, and fucking her so raw she’d never forget it.
Sifting her fingers through his hair, Mila tried taking over the kiss. The bastard didn’t let her. With a possessive snarl, he curled his hand around her throat. Mila tensed, and her cat bucked at the dominant hold. But all thoughts of resistance drained from Mila’s body when his mouth latched on to her pulse and he sucked hard. Her soft, raspy moan was laced with the intense desperation that was heating her blood.
“I hope you make that noise when I’m in you.”
As his words penetrated her dazed brain, Mila frowned. “You said—”
“That I’d back off if you truly don’t want this,” he finished, lifting his head. “But you do. I felt it.”
She glared at him, chest heaving at the raw need carved into his face. “You’re a tricky motherfucker.”