Page 35 of Silken Chains
“No,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he sucks and licks at my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I try to push him away, but my body betrays me, arching into his touch.
“You, little firecracker, are mine,” he growls, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer.
“It’s creepy when you keep saying that,” I shoot back, rolling my eyes. But I’m clenching my pussy, responding to his touch with a maddening mix of frustration and desire. “And I’m not yours,” I manage, my voice breathy and unconvincing even to my own ears.
He doesn’t laugh. His stare is intense, unwavering. “Be a good girl, little firecracker,” he warns, his fingers digging into my skin.
I meet his gaze head-on, defiant. “Not happening.” The words are out before I can stop them, tumbling from my lips in a rush. “I’ll never see you again, Mr. Victor Morozov.”
Even as I say it, my heart sinks, a hollow ache settling in my chest. But I can’t take it back now. I won’t.
His eyes flash, something dangerous and possessive swirling in their depths. He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.
“We’ll see about that, won’t we, Laura?” His voice is a low rumble, a promise and a threat all in one.
I shiver, my pulse racing. I know I should push him away, should run as far and as fast as I can. But some traitorous part of me wants to stay, wants to see just how far this dangerous game will go.
God help me, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to resist him. Not when he looks at me like that, touches me like that.
Like I’m his for the taking, and nothing in the world can stop him.
Stop it, Laur. Stop this.
Yeah, it’s been wild and crazy. But it’s time to dive back into my own chaos.
Then, suddenly, he flips me over. His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp smack that echoes in the room. It stings, burns even, and I can’t help but let out a gasp, a mix of shock and something else, something heated.
“Don’t think of leaving without my permission,” he taunts, his voice low and dangerous.
I try to wriggle away, but he’s too strong. “You can’t just spank me into staying, you know.”
Victor moves in close, his breath hot on my ear. “Perhaps I can, Laura.”
And then he just stops.
He stands up straight, gives me one more heated look that makes my insides twist. Without a word, he storms out the door, leaving me a jumbled mess of anger, confusion, and a burning desire that I can’t fucking ignore.
Damn him.
How long does he expect me to wait? A day? A year? Forever?
I decide to test my boundaries, to see if I’m actually free to leave. I walk to the balcony, taking cautious steps, half-expecting someone to stop me or a drone to buzz overhead with guns blazing. But nothing happens. The sky is clear, the sun warm on my skin.
Staring down at the city below, I’m hit with a sudden resolve.
“Screw this,” I mutter to myself. “Who does he think he is?” I can’t just stick around waiting for a hot, sexy, ass-spanking hotel owner, no matter how tempting that idea is.
I storm back into the room, ditching any lingering fantasies.
With a sharp thwack, I smack my face, jolting myself back to reality. No more getting lost in thoughts about that stranger’s touch.
Naked, with only a hotel robe for cover. My phone’s as dead as my bank account.
Who cares if I look like a spa escapee?
“Not happening again,” I quietly assure myself, pretty sure that was the final chapter with him.
Stupid.
