Russian Enforcer's Royal Engagement (Russian Enforcers Book 7) (9 page)

No royal house would ever allow their son to get involved with the daughter of a man like Yuri Gornakov, a well-known mobster.

Her chances of being with Jack had been slim when she’d just been Diana Petrov. Her chances being Anastasiya Gornakov were zero. Those terrorists hadn’t merely stolen her heritage, they’d stolen the one thing that mattered even more: they’d stolen any chance she had to be with Jack.

CHAPTER 19

Jack watched Diana pack her stuff and felt the need churning in his gut. She’d announced she would be flying out with the rest of her family tonight.

Not happening.

“I want you to stay,” he repeated emphatically. His massive frame casually draped across the sofa, he wished she would stay still for just one fucking second so they could talk. Ever since that morning she’d been avoiding him like the plague.

He could understand the rest of her family flying out. They’d only planned on staying for the wedding, and probably had stuff to do back home. What he didn’t understand was why she was so eager to leave. She’d told him herself she’d taken the week off from work and was only due back Monday. That left her five more days in Montinia. With him. Where she belonged.

Of course that’s not what he told her. He was still wrestling with his emotions where she was concerned. He knew he wanted her and wanted her badly. He just didn’t know what type of relationship that entailed. He just knew they needed to spend more time together. Get to know each other without being locked up in a panic room with a bunch of homicidal maniacs lurking outside.

It was obvious they were a match on a purely physical level. Hell, the sexual tension between them was so hot he was hard even now as he watched her sashay into the bedroom.

Was it so difficult for her to understand he wanted to take things to the next level? See where this insane attraction would lead?

“Did you hear what I said?”

She hadn’t stopped moving, as if to stop and listen was to declare defeat.

“Why do you want me to stay?” she finally asked. He watched her stalk into the bedroom, carrying a handful of clothes and stuffing them into the suitcase that lay open on the bed.

“Because…” He was treading dangerous ground here. He’d never been good at expressing his emotions. How could he make her change her mind? How could he tell her how he felt without coming off as a complete jackass? “Because I want you to,” he finally ground out, and she shot him a critical look.

“I have stuff to do back home,” she told him, an edge to her voice that hadn’t been there before.

“I thought you said you took the week off?”

“I did,” she admitted, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t have other things going on. I need to…” She waved her hand ineffectually. “…pick up my dog and…”

He arched an eyebrow. “Pick up your dog?” Was that the best she could do?

“…and other stuff,” she added lamely. She appeared in the doorframe, cheeks flushed and looking absolutely gorgeous. “What is to you anyway? What do you care if I hang around or not?”

He wasn’t ready to admit he simply couldn’t bear to see her go, so instead he said, “I bet Mike needs you with the investigation. After all, this whole case revolves around you.”

She seemed to waver for a moment, then finally said, “I guess I could stay a couple of days.”

He sat back with a nod. “Your brother will be thrilled.”

They stared at each other for a beat. Christ, what a load of bullshit. He didn’t care what Mike thought. Or about the investigation for that matter. The only reason he wanted her to stay was for his own selfish motives. He needed her here—needed her in his life. Badly. Just the thought of her leaving drove him up the wall. The moment she stepped on that plane he would probably never see her again. They’d both go on with their lives, the memory of what had happened growing stale as time went by. He didn’t
want
the memory to fade. He wanted it seared on his brain—imprinted on his body—the feel of her pussy etched on his cock.

Fuck. Who was he kidding? He wanted her right now.

He swiftly rose and walked over to where she stood, pensive and wavering. He clasped her in his arms, and repeated gravelly, “Stay with me, Diana.” Then, before she could utter a word in protest, he shut her up with a kiss.

Her lips, puckered in surprise, quickly yielded, and then she let out a soft sigh, her body going fluid in his arms, molding against him. Finally, she slanted her head and he took the kiss deeper, plunging his tongue between the seam of her lips. Frantically exploring the wet heat, he reveled in the scent and feel of her.

He could feel her heart hammering like a tiny bird caught in a cage, her chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately plundered her mouth. Her lips parted and he explored deeply, her tongue a perfect match for his as they wildly tangled, her body soft and pliant against his hardness.

Instantly, he felt his cock respond, his own breathing quickening.

Oh, she would stay, all right. Forever, if it was up to him.

CHAPTER 20

She felt the heat race through her body, rolling in waves between them at his touch. The fire was undeniable, as was her attraction to this man. Her breath caught and she couldn’t help but fall into the moment. There was no pulling back, no changing her mind for her mind was gone the moment he put his hands on her. Everything she wanted to say wiped from her mind—all her plans nothing but a distant memory, she gave herself to his embrace and the kiss.

She moaned as his hands ran up her sides and lightly brushed against her breasts. Inadvertently, she pressed forward, expressing her need the only way she could, her body betraying the desire coursing through her veins, and when she felt his erection expressing his need, she ground against it, eager to have him inside her again, to feel all that throbbing heat plunging into her channel.

She’d had no idea how hungry she’d been for him, how much she’d craved him. She knew she was falling for him, and it baffled her. She barely knew him and yet here she was, ready to give herself to him once again. A small voice somewhere in the back of her mind told her this was madness but then it was swept up in the surge of lust enveloping her. With an impassioned groan she unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. She needed to wrap her fingers around his hard erection, to feel all that heat in her hand, to experience that throbbing power under her fingers.

He didn’t protest, merely briefly lifted his lips from hers. The smoky heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and then she was dropping down on her knees, burying his hot lead into her mouth, eager to feel him on her tongue.

“Christ, Di!” he groaned wildly.

She sucked him deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl along the swollen head then placing her fingers along the throbbing shaft, fingering up and down his length the way she knew would tip him over the edge.

The hoarse moans escaping his lips were a testament to her skill, and when she cupped his balls she could feel them retract, ready to disgorge their divine load straight into her waiting mouth. She wanted his cream, wanted to drink him in, and even as she knew this was madness, she couldn’t stop herself from pumping him for the nectar she knew was coming.

Suddenly he heaved a loud grunt, and she felt the surge rush along the length of his cock then hit her palate in thick bursts, Jack’s cream pumping into her throat. She felt her pussy flood while she sucked every last drop of juice from his erupting geyser, then gingerly rose to her feet. She was so giddy she suddenly felt dizzy—dizzy with need and desire, her pussy twitching like crazy.

Jack had her hooked on him—lust for him now reigning supreme. She remembered this was exactly the reason she needed to get out of Montinia—needed to put some distance between herself and this man.

He had power over her—could do anything with her he damn well pleased and she wouldn’t be able to say no. She belonged to him—body, mind and soul, and if she didn’t bail out now she knew it would be too late. He not only had the power to make her do as he pleased—he had the power to break her heart. He could devastate her with a single word.

Milked, he stared at her, his eyes betraying his surprise.

She staggered into the bedroom. She needed to pack—needed to escape from this dangerous man. He would wreck her—ruin her. She needed to get away now!

But before she could reach the bed, he was grasping her from behind.

She let out a yelp at the lust raging through her—the insatiable need to be savagely taken.

“I want you,” he breathed in her ear. “You’re mine, Diana. Tell me you’re mine.”

She shook her head stubbornly. She would never admit what she already knew in her heart to be true. But then her body betrayed her once again, for when he flipped her around in his arms and pushed her down on the bed, she was already yanking up her T-shirt—pulling it over her head. She needed his hot mouth on her breasts—needed him to brand her right now or she wouldn’t live.

Though her mind had cleverly concocted this escape valve of milking him so he wouldn’t pose a threat, his body was defying her evil little plan, for when she looked down she saw his erection as proud and resilient as ever. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut in sweet agony.

Then he was towering over her, and when his lips found her nipples, hard as pebbles and ready for his touch, she slammed her head back against the array of underwear she’d been laying out for her trip. She thrashed wildly, sending her clothes flying, then bunched her fingers in his hair as his lips ravaged her chest, his fingers grasping her soft tits and feeding them into his mouth.

She struggled to lift her skirt, panting with need.

As if he were reading her mind, he looked up, his hair mussed, his face flushed, his eyes a little wild, and demanded, “Tell me!”

“Yes! I’m yours!” she yelled. “Now fuck me, please. Fuck me, Jack!”

CHAPTER 21

Jack licked a trail along her belly to the edge of her slip and pulled it down with his teeth, stripping her from the last vestiges of dignity, to be revealed to him once again, completely naked, and ready to be thoroughly plundered.

He pressed her knees against the bed, exposing her pussy to him. She wriggled in agony. “Touch me!” she cried out as the fire threatened to consume her. “I
need
you to touch me
now
, Jack!”

When he entered her with his tongue she whimpered with exquisite pleasure, and when his lips found her swollen bud she yelled out, tremors quaking through her trembling belly.

She wanted him—she
needed
him. She was lost and she knew it. He entered her with his strong fingers and made her squirm in delicious pleasure while his tongue lapped eagerly at her clit. She was on fire—burning up. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed him inside her, filling her up—needed to experience the pressure and the heat.

“Jack,” she breathed in a desperate plea. “Jack, please…”

When he looked up, his lips wet, his eyes dark, he held her gaze. She was his, she knew, but was he hers as well? Would he ever be? Or was this just a brief fling for him?

But then he suddenly plunged inside her and she nearly succumbed to the exquisite pleasure of his burgeoning cock filling her up all the way from snatch to womb, the shivers and trembles she’d been feeling inside multiplied a millionfold. And then his lips were on hers. Supporting himself on his brawny arms, his chest grazed her boobs, her nipples so hard they could have cut glass. As he arched up, she let her hands trail down along his broad back, relishing the feel of his rippling muscles until she reached his buttocks. They flexed under her touch as he pushed inside her all the way to the hilt, sliding between her slick folds until his balls slapped against her asscheeks.

“Jack—oh, Jack,” she managed before she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his neck, body to body, skin on skin. And then they were moving in sync, as if one, the connection deep and satisfying. She fisted her fingers in his long black hair, her tongue darting against his while his girth burrowed into the depths of her quivering cunt.

They were both damp with a sheen of sweat, and she wished it could always be like this, with Jack moving inside her—dissolving into her the way she was dissolving into him. She felt the quakes erupt deep within her belly and then her pussy clenched and pulsed around him as she was thrown into the vortex of her climax. She felt his body go tense and he growled a feral snarl as he unleashed his release deep within her. She moaned as the sensations washed over her, then yelped when he rolled them over and she found herself on top of his large body, his cock still speared inside.

“Wouldn’t be fair to crush you,” he growled.

“I don’t mind,” she smiled, allowing herself to collapse on top of him. She sighed deeply, drinking in his masculine scent and listening to his booming heartbeat. “What are we doing?” she asked. “Are we crazy or what?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely crazy about you,” he acknowledged.

“I mean we barely know each other, and yet…”

“We’re fucking like bunnies,” he completed the sentence. He grasped her chin and gazed into her eyes. “You’re an amazing woman, Diana. Never in my life have I felt this drawn to anyone.”

She placed her hands on his chest and wriggled her lower body so she could feel him inside. She wanted more, she realized. Did he? “You’re a Montinian prince, Jack,” she said, looking away. “Are you seriously telling me you’ve never felt like this before? I mean, there must have been plenty of women—”

“Look at me,” he cut her off, and then she did, his intense gaze fixed on hers. “I’ve never felt this attracted to anyone before, Diana. Ever. You drive me crazy.” As if to prove his point, he let his hands drop to her buttocks and held her firmly in place while he gently rolled inside her.

Impossible! He was still hard as granite!

“Oh, God!” she yelped, letting her head fall back and her long blond hair whip across her back.

“Stay with me,” he growled, rolling his buttocks and pounding into her.

She replied before her brain could kick in. “Yes! Yes, I’ll stay as long as you want,” she breathed, shaking her head as the exquisite pleasure had every nerve ending tingling. This man was driving her mad, and she didn’t care. He could drive her mad every night and every day for the rest of her life.