Page 44 of Savage Lies

“What I know about your past is that it involved dangerous people who wanted to hurt you. And I’m the only thing standing between you and them.”

“But you suspect more than you’re saying.”

When I don’t answer, Katya saunters closer, swishing her hips as she does. When she presses her body against mine, I suck in a breath. She’s switched tactics. Katya thinks that if she seduces me, it’ll make me more open.

Fuck me, it just might work.

“The things Dr. Sokolova said about memory recovery. What if remembering changes everything between us?”

“Then we’ll deal with whatever emerges.”

“I need to feel something real tonight. Something that isn’t built on questions I can’t answer.”

Her mouth meets mine with a desperate hunger, and I slam her back against the wall. This kiss isn’t gentle; it’s claiming. The need to mark and be marked.

Katya fists my shirt, dragging me closer. Her tongue demands mine. I take control, stealing her breath until she whimpers into my mouth.

“Here,” she gasps at my throat. “Now.”

The desperation in her voice makes me want to lose my mind. I spin her around and hold her against the wall, my body pressed to her back so she feels just how much I want her.

“Is this what you need?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I shove her hair aside and bite down on her neck, licking and sucking until she’s trembling. My hands own every curve while she grinds back against me, reckless and wild.

She gasps. “You’re going to leave marks.”

“Good. I want everyone to see that you’re mine.”

I spin her and crush her mouth with mine, yanking her blouse up. Warm skin floods my palms, and my control hangs by athread. She tears the shirt over her head and goes straight for my shirt with trembling fingers.

“I need you naked,” she breathes against my throat.

“Patience, kotyonok.”

Her jeans fight me, denim clinging stubbornly to her hips. I rip them down with her panties in one motion. “These are in my way,” I growl.

She laughs, breathless. “Then lose them.”

They join her shirt on the floor, leaving her gloriously naked except for a black bra that makes my mouth water and my cock throb.

I drag my lips down her throat while she fumbles with my belt. “I could get used to this taste,” I murmur against her skin.

“More,” she demands.

The moment she frees me, her hand wraps around my cock, squeezing just enough to make me groan.

“Careful, kotyonok,” I rasp. “You keep touching me like that, and I’ll fuck you senseless against this wall.”

She strokes me tighter, testing, and a hiss of pleasure escapes my lips. “See what you do to me? You barely lay a hand on me, and I’m ready to tear this place apart.”

She strokes me slowly, exploratively, and I worship her breasts through the black lace. When I push the fabric aside to take one rosy nipple into my mouth, she bows against the wall.

“More,” she gasps.

I rip her bra off and toss it aside, then slide my hand between her thighs. She’s already dripping for me, her slick coating my fingers as I stroke her pussy. The heat pouring off her makes my cock jerk in her grip. When she gasps and spreads wider, I don’t hesitate.