happened to his daughter?”
He leveled a scrutinizing gaze at her, wondering how much he could tell her.
“You can tell me,” she urged. “I won’t betray your trust.”
He gave her a brief nod. “Yana and Spartak have been having an affair. They would like to get out of this place and get married, but Yury will never allow it. First of all, the thought of his little girl marrying one of his lieutenants revolts him. He wants her to get married to a good party, better than a mere underling. And then there’s the fact that once you enter into Yury’s employ, you can never leave unless it’s feet first.”
“Dead,” she intoned, quickly understanding his meaning. Then she realized he’d said a lot more than he’d meant, and her eyes widened. “Does that mean you can never leave either?”
“That’s correct. Yury won’t allow it.”
The way he’d spoken was so matter-of-fact that the horrifying truth didn’t hit home until after he’d thrown her a look of anger blended with sorrow that almost broke her heart. Before she could stop herself, she’d placed a hand on his cheek, wanting somehow to alleviate some of the burden he was carrying. Their eyes locked and held, and when he moved and took her lips, she felt the anticipation bubbling inside her before the warmth of his mouth on hers spread through her being.
His hands pressed her down, and then he was on top of her once again, only this time she didn’t fight him—on the contrary, she welcomed the feel of his large body pressing down on hers, his tongue mashing against hers, and when his hand snuck down and grasped her boob, she whimpered as a sudden heat struck her and held her in its grip, tingling all the way from her head to her toes. Then his hand snuck beneath her shirt and they were skin on skin, his fingers kneading the soft, warm flesh of her breast as his tongue explored her mouth with a passion and an abandon that erupted like a volcano between them.
Pulling up her shirt, she revealed herself to him and was rewarded by a look of such lust and heat that it sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
CHAPTER 14
Vitaly leaned in closer, and when his hand snuck down her belly and cupped her mound through the course fabric of her jeans, she arched her back and writhed beneath him. He nipped her lips, then darted against her tongue, and soon they were exploring each other deeply, their heat knowing no bounds.
Here, in the place used by Yury’s gardeners, he felt like a young boy experiencing his first ever kiss. Only he wasn’t a teenager, and neither was she. They were man and woman, and old enough to know better, and yet neither was capable of drawing back and putting an end to this folly.
Any moment now, Yury could return from her ramble around the gardens. And if he heard the sounds of their lovemaking he wouldn’t hesitate to barge in and discover them here. He would think it odd, no doubt, that a couple engaged to be married would sneak off like this, his curiosity and suspicions piqued.
He didn’t care, he decided. Didn’t care about Yury or anyone else for that matter. All he cared about was her. Joanna. A woman moving beneath him in a frenzy that left him breathless and yearning for more at the same time.
Then she was pushing up his shirt, and he was tugging down her jeans, and he was eighteen again, and experiencing his very first crush. Her body moved in sync with his, her flesh pliant and soft, her skin velvet to the touch, and when he gently cupped her bare mound, this time eliciting shivers of delight in her, he reached lower still, and felt the soft lips of her sex open like petals of the most delicate flower, and he reeled with the sensation of her, the wetness and the heat spreading at the heart of her thighs.
Joanna raked her hands through his long black hair, still damp from his shower, and pulled him down to her chest, willing his lips to plunder her breasts, and when he sucked in her nipple, it responded by
He leveled a scrutinizing gaze at her, wondering how much he could tell her.
“You can tell me,” she urged. “I won’t betray your trust.”
He gave her a brief nod. “Yana and Spartak have been having an affair. They would like to get out of this place and get married, but Yury will never allow it. First of all, the thought of his little girl marrying one of his lieutenants revolts him. He wants her to get married to a good party, better than a mere underling. And then there’s the fact that once you enter into Yury’s employ, you can never leave unless it’s feet first.”
“Dead,” she intoned, quickly understanding his meaning. Then she realized he’d said a lot more than he’d meant, and her eyes widened. “Does that mean you can never leave either?”
“That’s correct. Yury won’t allow it.”
The way he’d spoken was so matter-of-fact that the horrifying truth didn’t hit home until after he’d thrown her a look of anger blended with sorrow that almost broke her heart. Before she could stop herself, she’d placed a hand on his cheek, wanting somehow to alleviate some of the burden he was carrying. Their eyes locked and held, and when he moved and took her lips, she felt the anticipation bubbling inside her before the warmth of his mouth on hers spread through her being.
His hands pressed her down, and then he was on top of her once again, only this time she didn’t fight him—on the contrary, she welcomed the feel of his large body pressing down on hers, his tongue mashing against hers, and when his hand snuck down and grasped her boob, she whimpered as a sudden heat struck her and held her in its grip, tingling all the way from her head to her toes. Then his hand snuck beneath her shirt and they were skin on skin, his fingers kneading the soft, warm flesh of her breast as his tongue explored her mouth with a passion and an abandon that erupted like a volcano between them.
Pulling up her shirt, she revealed herself to him and was rewarded by a look of such lust and heat that it sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
CHAPTER 14
Vitaly leaned in closer, and when his hand snuck down her belly and cupped her mound through the course fabric of her jeans, she arched her back and writhed beneath him. He nipped her lips, then darted against her tongue, and soon they were exploring each other deeply, their heat knowing no bounds.
Here, in the place used by Yury’s gardeners, he felt like a young boy experiencing his first ever kiss. Only he wasn’t a teenager, and neither was she. They were man and woman, and old enough to know better, and yet neither was capable of drawing back and putting an end to this folly.
Any moment now, Yury could return from her ramble around the gardens. And if he heard the sounds of their lovemaking he wouldn’t hesitate to barge in and discover them here. He would think it odd, no doubt, that a couple engaged to be married would sneak off like this, his curiosity and suspicions piqued.
He didn’t care, he decided. Didn’t care about Yury or anyone else for that matter. All he cared about was her. Joanna. A woman moving beneath him in a frenzy that left him breathless and yearning for more at the same time.
Then she was pushing up his shirt, and he was tugging down her jeans, and he was eighteen again, and experiencing his very first crush. Her body moved in sync with his, her flesh pliant and soft, her skin velvet to the touch, and when he gently cupped her bare mound, this time eliciting shivers of delight in her, he reached lower still, and felt the soft lips of her sex open like petals of the most delicate flower, and he reeled with the sensation of her, the wetness and the heat spreading at the heart of her thighs.
Joanna raked her hands through his long black hair, still damp from his shower, and pulled him down to her chest, willing his lips to plunder her breasts, and when he sucked in her nipple, it responded by
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