"What colour of panties are you wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She countered
"I won't repeat the question again"
"Red. They're red" she swallowed
"Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me"
"Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
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The elevator opened, and finally they got to their suite
"You think?" she muttered snidely, hanging limply from his back like a sac of potatoes. She'd long since given up the struggle.
He was certainly intent on doing whatever he thought it was, he had to do, and no struggle she was certainly going to put up on her end, would go anywhere to change his mind.
Just her luck, to fall for talk, dark, handsome... and arrogantly bossy
"I don't think it. I know it, Raven. I swear on it" he promised darkly, as he put her down, her feet hitting the floor.
She walked further into the strange room, as if to get away from him. He simply chuckled, and to her surprise, stepped backwards, instead of stepping forwards to meet her, as she would have expected.
She finally realized why he had to step backwards, when she saw him reach for the door lock, and click the bolt shut on it. He was simply stepping back to lock the door and trap them both in.
That's it. Trapped. No going anywhere.
She tried desperately to tell her fastly racing heart that this was genuine fear, not excitement. She wasn't some crazy sex freak. How could she be excited when a sexually deprived maniac locked her inside a bedroom with him? One thing was for sure though. She was going to be in a real, desperate need of Jesus, by the end of tonight...her birthday night. It felt more like a wedding night to her, Jesus!
Swiftly, he turned and walked towards her. No preamble. No teasing or light strolling.
"Don't—" was all she could get out, before he caged her into the firm grips of his arms and took her lips in a kiss that was nothing short of mind blowing, just like the first one he'd given her at the party.
His mouth slanted over hers with fierce tenderness, something she hadn't expected, while his hand curved around her nape, his fingers stroking her sensitive skin, as his other arm encircled her waist, moving her tightly to him.
Suddenly lost in a sea of pure sensation as his lips parted and courted hers, Raven slid her hands up his hard chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for support, unconsciously molding her body to his length. The moment she did, the seducer became the seduced: Desire exploded in Mikhail's body, and automatically, he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving with hungry, persuasive insistence on hers, while Raven clung tighter to him, sliding her fingers into the crisp hair above his collar, her entire body racked with jolt after jolt of wild pleasure.
