but he stopped me again. I whimpered. "Does the fact that I have a girlfriend mean anything to you?"
"No," I said in all honesty. I really didn’t care.
"You are fucked up in the head, you know that? What if she was my wife? Would that make a difference to you then?"
I ignored the little dig. "Would it make a difference to you?"
"It would not, would it?" he asked in complete shock when I ignored his question.
"No. If it doesn't matter now, why would it matter then?"
He scoffed, yet he was still holding me to him. "Unreal."
"You fucking like it, Kova, so stop pretending that you don't. We both want this."
"You are a big contradiction, you know that?"
I tried to kiss him, but his fingers threaded in my hair and he pulled on it, close to the roots to keep me back.
"Any man with a cock would like it, Ria," he mocked, cupping my breast. He twisted my nipple between two fingers until it blazed with heat and I gasped, my back going erect. "It is science. Chemistry. Anatomy. A tight pussy to fuck."
"Any tight pussy will do, then?" I whispered, staring into his eyes, finally grasping his cock. I gripped him tight in my little fist and used my thighs to slide up and down, rotating my hips against his like I was giving him a lap dance, even though I'd never done one in my life. Arousal heightened my blood and my body flushed with need. A husky sound vibrated in Kova's chest. His jaw tightened. If he could play, so could I.
He shook his head. His fingers dug into me. "You will regret this tomorrow."
I didn't answer, instead, I asked him a question. "Will you regret it?"
"Yes."
He didn't hesitate. The look in his frenzied eyes exposed the truth, and it bothered me.
Another pinch to my already sensitive heart. I was completely off. Maybe he really didn't want this. Perhaps he was trying to behave himself.
Perhaps I didn't care.
I faltered for a moment, his gaze focused solely on me. His hard, unyielding body nestled beneath mine as he breathed across my cheek. "I like watching you fall apart in my arms. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…but I have regretted it every time more than you can imagine. Especially the other night. I do not want to live with this regret anymore, malysh. It is killing me," he admitted, and I felt the pain in his words. He was honest, and while honesty was important to me, it also hurt. "Have mercy on me," he begged, his eyes pleading with me.
I was too far gone with desire for this man to heed his plea.
Leaning forward, I looked straight into his glossy eyes and whispered, "Why do I crave you so bad? Why do I have this desire to be with you whenever you’re around? For you to make me orgasm the way you do? I want you inside me, and I know you want to be there." l licked a wet trail along his bottom lip and delved my tongue between his warm lips. Widening my hips, I rubbed myself on him and pleasure shot through me. His erection stroked my sensitive clit and I panted. Kova responded immediately and I grinned against his delicious mouth. "Please."
Using my hand, he guided it to my sex. "Touch yourself."
I shook my head and pinched his chest with my free hand. Kova stared back at me with huge eyes.
"I want you to touch me."
He dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. God that was so sexy.
I needed more. I needed skin-on-skin contact.
I pulled his wrist away to slip it into my pants. He went willingly. My back arched, my head fell to his shoulder as his fingers found my clit. He rubbed in circles, using my wetness as a lubricant.
"Oh God," I said breathlessly. I ground against his fingers. My lips found Kova's neck and I sucked hard, lapping my tongue around his salty skin as I pulled him into my mouth. He moaned with a shutter of pleasure, and breathed heavily against my skin. His chest heaved against mine. My teeth trailed his muscular shoulder as his palm slipped further toward my entrance. He played with me. I bit down, a dark desire swirled inside me to break his skin. A deep and husky moan lifted from his lips when he felt my wet pussy. My fingers wound to the back of his head. I seized his