Sinful Addiction

XXXIV

*sexual content ahead*

ELENA CASSANO

        "Come here," He said simply, the clear order in his voice.

        I shook my head even though my heart was beating, pounding inside my chest with every mischievous glint in those icy blue eyes.

        "You have five seconds. Come here. Now."       

        The challenge swirled like an eye of a storm in his gaze. I exhaled a resigned sigh before taking a step closer to him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I brought my hand up to his neck and held him at his thick neck.

        My fingers instinctively reached out like a burning itch, and traced the jagged scar on his face. He raked his teeth over his bottom lip. "I want your mouth, kosheschka."

        I paused, already hesitant to say no. As ironic as I may have seemed, I was preserving my mouth for someone serious before he came along. A man that would eventually deserve it—a man that loved me but suddenly, I wanted his mouth on mine. On every part of me.

        "Just one kiss."

        His eyes sparked with dark amusement as he licked his lips. "Just one kiss."

        "And then you'll let me go."

        "Da."

        "Okay." I breathed out though I didn't quite believe him. At this point, I didn't care anymore.

        He was quietly watching me, waiting for me to do something. I shivered when he skimmed a hard thumb over my bottom lip and nodded. Such a small movement but it burned through me skin with the persistent need to touch him. To kiss him.

        I never wanted to kiss this man not because it was tempting but because I knew if he kissed me, he would never let me go.

        And now the thought of being his made me crave him yet also made me want to leap for the nearest exit.

        He dropped his hand from my lips and into his pocket. His gaze narrowed as I stood on my tip-toes, my body burning with anticipation.

        Though he was a few inches taller than me, I still had to crane my neck to reach near his mouth because the man obviously wasn't going to make this easy for me.

        I hovered over his lips for a few second, my head clouded with desire and alcohol and I could hear the heavy breath of mine and his combined.

        I moved a little closer allowing my lips to brush past his, intoxicating my senses. Firm and yet soft against mine.

        He stilled for a second almost shocked, not expecting me to do it before he parted his lips and pressed them against mine.

        "Fuck," he groaned as he slid his tongue into my mouth. A trickle of hot, electric sparks ran down my spine as he fisted my hair and pressed me tightly against him.

        The taste of scotch on my mouth as he kissed me deeply. Hot Russian groans. Wet and messy, almost desperate like he would die if he didn't kiss me any sooner.

       I palmed his chest and attempted to pull back. Snarling, his rough hand smacked my ass. "That was barely a taste, I'm not done getting my fill." I shuddered at his words, reeling in the thrill of his intentions and the heat of his touch.