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“Vorovka.You think I don’t know that you’ve been stealing from me? That forsix monthsyou’ve been cleaning the accounts and covering your tracks?”
I try to turn away, but he tightens his grip, angling my face upwards, his thumb pressing on the seam of my lips. Hegrowledthat word,vorovka.
I’ve been working here long enough to pick up on some Russian. To understand that he caught me.
Vorovka means thief.
The pressure from his massive hand forces my mouth open, and my eyes water as he slowly presses two thick fingers inside. They slide over my tongue, rough and salty, seeking deeper and deeper until I gag and whimper.
“You’ve made a mistake, Miss Wolfe. But… I think you’re smart.”
He licks his lips and again my body betrays me. Ihatethat this is turning me on, that being on my knees with my jaw forced open and the taste of his skin on my tongue does this to me.
For a moment, I absolutelyloatheKonstantin Martynov.
It’s just as strong as my lust. And not a new feeling; I’ve hated Martynov ever since I realized just what Sal, my boyfriend, had gotten me into with that accounting job at the construction site.
Only I never thought it would lead here.
He removes his fingers, shoving me back with a push of his knee. I fall onto my heels, sucking in a deep breath, tears trickling down my cheeks and into my mussed hair. They run down my neck and soak into the satin blouse.
“The problem is, if you’re as smart as I think you are, you would never steal from me. Which means you must have a very good reason for doing such a stupid thing. And you’re going to tell me right now.”
Chapter 2
Konstantin
The clasp of my beltsnicksopen and I watch her eyes widen. It makes my cock stir, the way she fears me; the way I can tell she’s torn between scrambling away from me or submitting, giving up those luscious lips for my use.
It’s tempting.
I’ve been fantasizing about wrecking Audrey Wolfe ever since she set foot in my office.
Before that, even. Ever since I saw her at that job site and told Olena I wanted her transferred. Wanted her closer.
Wanted to feast my eyes on her body every day.
Those plump curves, the prim clothes she wears. Tight dresses with high collars and stockings with the lines up the back. Makes me wonder if she has a garter belt pressing into her thick hips and what kind of sounds she’d make if I snapped it.
I want todevourher.
I want to own her.
And she’s finally given me the way to make that happen.
“I want you to stand up, Miss Wolfe.”
Taking a step back, I can’t help smirking as her eyes narrow and lips purse. She wants to curse me, I’m sure, because standing up on those precarious heels of hers will be hard to do.
She gets one foot under her, wobbles, and falls forward, grabbing my thighs. The trousers I had pressed only yesterday are getting wrinkled under her clenched hands and my cock twitches with interest again.
“If you’re trying to distract me by undressing me, it won’t work, Miss Wolfe.”
She glowers up at me, but her cheeks go pink. Pressing her palms to the floor, she gets her balance and stands, arms crossed over her chest.
I tip my chin toward the desk.
“There.”