Ruthless Saint

XXVI

MIKA MALIKOV

As soon as his mouth captured mine, the lights flickered to life with a soft warm glow, brightening the room.

His mouth covered mine with a fierce intensity, causing a surge of warmth through my body.

A hand found its way into my hair, tangling and fisting it, using it as an opportunity to pull me towards his as if I wasn't close enough.

"Kiss me back." He murmured against my mouth.

When I hesitated, it earned me a slap across my ass propelling me to do exactly what he'd asked.

I kissed him back with the same fervor, allowing him to do what he wanted with me.

He tasted rough and coated with vodka he'd been drinking all night. There was a hint of cherry as well.

"Warned you, didn't I?" His mouth moved roughly against mine, almost like he was trying to consume me. "Now, you're never getting rid of me, lisichka."

His words sent a flash of desire through my body, and I melted into him, giving him everything I had to offer.

He took a step forward without taking his mouth off mine, leading me towards the stairs.

I had spent so long wondering what it would be like to kiss him, and the reality was far better than my dreams.

Mischa Malikov kissed like a fucking king. There was no gentleness to his kiss, and no warmth.

He took my mouth like he owned it, angling me exactly where he wanted and consuming me like he needed me more than air in this moment.

I broke off the kiss feeling light-headed. "Mischa."

His forehead rested against mine.

A hard thumb ran down my hair and those grey eyes caught me by surprise. "Go upstairs."

"I—"

"Go upstairs."

My cheeks flushed but I nodded regardless. He released me and walked over to the cabinet.

I took that as an opportunity to escape and ran towards my room.

I knew he was giving me a choice to determine what I wanted to do but I wanted him more than anything else right now.

I waited by the doorway before I heard the twist of the doorknob, notifying me of the intruder.

He came into the room with a hard look, running his eyes down my body in approval.

"Thought you would have locked your door."

I shook my head, finding it hard to find the right words in the moment.

"Come here." He commanded.

I did as he asked, walking towards him. I didn't get to process anything before he reached for me, almost impatient.

He wrapped a hand around my nape and took my bottom lip between his teeth. Geez.

"Should have never fucking let me kiss you." A harsh groan against my lips. "Ya chertovski zavisim." He released my mouth, trailing open-mouthed kissed down my jaw and grazed his mouth against my earlobe.

My body shivered violently and the throbbing between my legs intensified.

His hands were all over me, leaving his mark on every inch of me and I never wanted to be possessed by a man completely until now.