The Ruthless Virgin Mistress ✔️ (completed)

Seven

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"I'm going to take a look around the apartment now." Claire informed Nikolai airily when she rejoined him.
"It's just a functional space, bought for a convenient location," Nikolai said dismissively.

Claire looked at the home office where he worked with interest, but it was a master bedroom suite that she was truly most curious about. She whooped at first glimpse of the massive bed and could not resist taking a bounce on it. His attention welded to her every move, Nikolai came to a halt just inside the door with a wry smile on his lean, bronzed face as he watched her.

Claire looked up at the mirror on the ceiling above the bed and winced. "Such a Playboy cliché," she scolded. "Is that really why you worked so hard to become massively wealthy? All the beautiful women it would put within your reach?"

The faintest hint of colour scored Nikolai's stunning cheekbones as he watched her. She was a vibrant figure in the blue dress he loved, her glorious red hair rippling round her delicate face and her violet eyes shinning with amusement. "No, I wanted to be rich so that nobody could ever push me around again."

Claire couldn't laugh at that confession. She thought about the half-brothers who had beat him up, and flinched. By the sound of it his childhood had been very low on love and caring. It was little wonder that he had grown into a tough and ruthless adult, who believed he had no need for ties based on the more tender emotions, and who preferred to make money his nose meaningful avenue of communication.
She investigated the panel of buttons on the wall and experimented, switching on and dimming the lights, opening the curtains and lifting a massive television screen and entertainment centre into view only to drop it out of sight again. She started to giggle. "I'm behaving like a toddler let loose on a computer keyboard, aren't I?"

Nikolai scrolled across the room. Overpowered by her giggles. Claire was in a helpless heap on his bed. "This wasn't quite how I pictured you in here," he acknowledged.

"You'll never give me that vodka again," Claire forecast.
Nikolai sank down on the bed beside her. She felt his presence and rolled over onto her back to gaze up at him. "I like looking at you," she told him helplessly. "But that's just sex, isn't it?"

Lean brown fingers gently smoothed the tumbled coppery curls back from her pale brow. "I like looking at you, too...."

There was an odd, almost wistful note in his dark, deep voice that quivered down her taut spine. She stared at him and suddenly she wanted him with a hunger that clawed at her like a physical pain. "Kiss me," she told him.

"In Russian my answer would have to be Nyet."

"No?" Claire gasped, translating that negative in open astonishment. "Because of the contract we signed?"

"Stuff the contract," he breathed, the party of his forefinger tracing the tantalizing pout of her full lower lip and slipping inside the probe when she opened her mouth.
In punishment for that teasing act, Claire bit his finger tip and he withdrew it. "So, stop mucking around and get on the bed," she told him bluntly.

A reluctant smile slashed his beautiful mouth. "When did you become so dominant?"

"I learnt from you," Claire fielded, breathless beneath the hard sensual heat of his appraisal and the glow of his approval, her heart beating so fast and urgently that it felt as if it were lodged in her throat. "It gets you what you want."