Page 80 of Sinner's Sacrifice

He grinned. “I will buy you an entire wardrobe just so I can rip it all to shreds.”

“That sounds fun.” She let one hand tug at his tie again. “Do I get to rip anything off you?”

“You tore my heart out of my chest the night I met you,” he said, working on his tie and shirt with strong, jerky movements. “It beats only for you now.”

His words sucked all the air out of the room.

He tore his own shirt open, adding more buttons to the ones already scattered over the floor. His pants went the same way, as did hers.

As soon as they were both naked, he fell on her, his mouth ravenous on her nipples. One hand teased at her breasts, while the other dipped low and into her private flesh.

“Fuck me, you’re so wet.”

“Hurry up,” she moaned. “I’m dying here.” Everything inside her clenched tight.

“Foreplay shouldn’t be rushed.”

She grabbed him by the hair. “I’ve had months of foreplay,” she snarled into his face. “I need you inside me. Now.”

He laughed, kissed her, and fitted his cock against her. With one long, steady push, he was inside, and it was so damned delicious she cried out. Her whole body shook, on the edge of the precipice.

“Yvgeny,” she breathed. “Yvgeny, Yvgeny.”

He paused, his body so tense, he shook. Then he pulled out as slowly.

He was going to kill her. She was going to die of frustration. That’s all there was to it.

She opened her mouth to complain, but before she could speak, he powered back inside, hard and fast.

The noise that came out of her wasn’t in any way a complaint.

“Sam?” he asked, his voice guttural. It had an edge of worry.

“I’m good,” she gasped. “God, it’s so good.”

He muttered something in Russian, then set a pace that drove her up the edge of a cliff. Higher and higher, then with a scream she went weightless with pleasure.

Yvgeny shouted something she didn’t understand, his hips moving at a frantic pace, then he thrust deep. He groaned in her ear as his body shivered over hers.

She finally came down from the high as Yvgeny groaned and rested his weight on her for a moment. His head rested on her shoulder. And he breathed deep for a while.

He finally lifted his head and stared down at her with a glazed gaze. “Thank you,” he whispered as he kissed her soft and slow.

She grinned. “I’d say the pleasure was all mine, but the look on your face would make that a lie.”

“I feel a little drunk,” he said. “Which is odd, since I haven’t had alcohol since I was much too young and way too stupid.”

She opened her mouth to ask about his aversion to alcohol when a phone started beeping somewhere on the floor.

He looked in that direction, irritation creating lines on his forehead.

It kept beeping.

With a sigh, he let go of her slowly, rolled off the bed, and pulled the device out of his inner suit jacket pocket. He read something on the screen, swore, then typed a quick reply.

When she rolled over and sat up, he glanced over and pasted the fakest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “Get dressed. Quick.” Then he followed his own order, tugging his pants on without bothering with underwear.

Chapter Eleven