Defiant. Sweet. Alluring.
A business deal gone wrong brought me to her doorstep.
She's everything I shouldn't want; everything I was against after watching my mother's obsession destroy her.
Still, I can't stop myself from craving her.
I should know...
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I RECLAIMED HER LIPS as we stumbled into the private elevator, absentmindedly punching at the buttons to take us to the penthouse at the top of the building.
Ariana's arms wound around my neck, pulling me down so she could kiss me harder. I obliged easily, cupping her ass to hold her against me as she devoured my lips with the same fervor.
"Open," I groaned against her mouth, teasing the seam of her lips with my tongue.
Fuck, I needed to taste her again. After last night, her lips and tongue were permanently imprinted on mine.
Her taste hadn't left my mouth, and with every hour that passed, I feared if I took too long, I'd forget what it felt like to have her tongue in my mouth, gliding softly against mine.
I'd deemed kissing as unnecessary, and as such the action never appealed to me, but one kiss and I was hooked like a crack whore on cheap heroin.
I'd never cut a work trip or a business meeting short before, but not only had I cut a meeting short, I'd also canceled another one that'd benefit me in the long run when I became Pakhan.
Peter looked at me like I'd grown an extra head when I demanded he cancel my meetings, and when he read from his very long list of why cancelling the meeting would be a bad idea, my mind was on the woman currently in my arms the entire time.
I'm so fucked.
The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival at the penthouse. I lifted Ariana into my arms, walking past the recreational room completely. I twisted the knob of the bedroom door, pushing it open as Ariana peppered kisses along my neck.
"What's this place?" she whispered, kissing right underneath my ear.
An involuntary shiver ran through my body, and I felt her smile against my neck.
"Sensitive?" she teased, sinking her teeth lightly into the spot.
My dick stirred in my pants when her tongue flicked out to lick the sting away. "Keep playing like that, and you'll only have yourself to blame when you're sore tomorrow."
I smacked her on the ass, tossing her into the center of the bed. I watched with satisfaction as she clamped up and the smugness wiped off her face.
I shrugged off my jacket, reaching for the buttons on my shirt next. Ariana crawled off the bed, coming to stand in front of me.
"Let me." She pushed my hands away, undoing my buttons one by one.
I stared down at the top of her head. "No fancy work dress today? Shame. I've always fantasized fucking you in one of those."
She arched her neck back to look me in the eye. "I might have woken up late this morning, and I didn't feel like dressing up or putting on make-up."
