She opened her mouth to say something, but he placed a finger over her lips. “No, Eva. You said this was about what I want. And I do not want you to say another word until I tell you to. You can answer my questions with a shake of the head if it is ‘no’ or a nod if it is ‘yes.’”
He moved against her, sending waves of pleasure through her womb all the way up her spine. “Are you or are you not creaming all over my dick right now?”
Somehow his words only made her cream harder. She squirmed underneath him.
“I will need a yes or no, Eva.”
She slowly shook her head from side to side, wishing like hell it were true.
“And when I do this…” He lifted up again, taking away the pressure of his erection. But only for a brief moment. Soon she felt another kind pressure at her entryway, one that parted the lips of her vagina. “I’m watching myself feed my dick into your pussy. Are you sure this isn’t turning you on? Even a little bit?”
Eva couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips or the way her pussy clenched around him, happily accepting every inch he was slowly putting into her. But somehow she managed to shake her head from side to side again, denying the obvious truth.
After what felt like eons, he was all they way in, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his thickness filling her up again like no other man’s ever had.
He closed his eyes, too. “Eva…” he whispered. “I can feel you, so wet and tight around me. But I am not going to do this if you truly do not want me as you are claiming. If you do not want me this way, I will pull out and we will spend the next two weeks drinking Mai Tais by the pool. I will keep my end of the bargain even if we do not have sex. But if you want this, if you want me to fuck you as hard as I have been dreaming about fucking you again these last two days, then you must nod yes. Right now.”
She hesitated. He was giving her an out, she realized. If she shook her head no, she could still save Drummond without serving as Alexei’s sex slave for the next two weeks. Problem solved, except…
She didn’t want to spend the next two weeks chastely sipping tropical drinks by the pool with this man. She wanted him right now with an urgency that bordered on insanity.
Eva felt herself nodding, even before she realized she had made the decision to do so. Then she opened her legs wider, letting him sink in even further before wrapping them around his waist.
She gasped when he lifted her up to his chest, drew almost all the way out of her, then drove himself into her warm, wet center and lost all control. He grunted out her name with every thrust, “Eva… Eva…. Eva…”
He held her so close his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples and the top of his shaft brushed against her clit with every stroke. She heard someone’s soft cries of pleasure in the distance, and soon realized they were hers. The sensations became so overwhelming she couldn’t do anything but hold on to him, keening helplessly against his chest as he entered her again and again until her entire world exploded.
She went rigid as the orgasm pulsed through her, coursing through her entire body and seemingly into Alexei’s, because he let out a rough groan, crushing her to his chest for one long moment, before she felt him spill inside of her, hot streams of semen coursing into her before her own orgasm finally let her out of its death grip.
She didn’t know how long she sat there clinging to him with her legs wrapped around his waist. Minutes, maybe hours, went by with nothing but the sound of them both breathing hard. But then the eternity was interrupted by the sound of her stomach growling.
She had been too nervous to eat breakfast, so she hadn’t had anything since dinner the night before. And her body, now completely sated with sex, had decided to alert her to its other needs. She looked up at him, face full of chagrin.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Yes or no,” he said. “You would like something to eat.”
She covered her eyes with one hand and gave a very embarrassed nod, yes.
Chapter Ten
THEY ate a quiet lunch by the pool, sitting in side-by-side deck chairs and wearing matching white cotton bathrobes. Alexei would have classified the silence as companionable if he hadn’t commanded it. Also, he was fairly sure the idiot personality Eva had decided to adopt would come back in full force the moment he allowed her to do anything but nod or shake her head.
He surreptitiously watched her slide a piece of mango into her full mouth as she gazed off into the horizon beyond the pool, and he felt himself swell underneath the robe. But he didn’t make a move toward her. His head was in too much of a spin from what had happened less than an hour ago in the master suite. It had been a huge risk to give her the option of opting out of sex with him for the next two weeks with a shake of her head. Even as he put the offer on the table, he had been thinking of ways to renege if she took it.
But then she had nodded and unwittingly turned the tables on him. By admitting she wanted him too, she’d done more to validate her position of power, more than any act of defiance ever could. She had become his again. By choice. And that made him happier than he wanted to admit. So even though he’d ostensibly conquered her, he still didn’t feel like he was fully in control.
“Are you done eating?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Come here then.”
She got out of her deck chair and came to stand next to his. She didn’t reach for him or even give him a questioning look, just waited for his next instruction, which for some reason annoyed him even more than when she was pretending to be an airhead.
He patted his lap, indicating for her to sit down.
She hesitated before beginning to lower herself down, butt first. But he shook his head.
“No, straddle me.” He untied his robe and pulled it open to reveal his naked body underneath. “I want you facing me.”
Her eyes went to his cock, which lay only semi-erect between his thighs. Again, she hesitated, but then did as he asked, arranging herself so her knees rested at either side of his legs, and her bottom sank toward the underside of his thighs. She placed her hands on the deck chair’s arms, holding herself as stiff as possible and as far away from his member as she could get in her current position.
He reached out and untied her robe, revealing her heavy, dark breasts, which he palmed in both hands. “Your nipples are standing at attention,” he observed. “Are you cold?”
She bit her lip and looked away.
“Answer me, Eva.”
She shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes.
“I see goose bumps on your skin, too. Are you sure you’re not cold?”
This time she shook her head quickly, as if trying to bring this particular topic of conversation to a firm close.
“I would like for you to come a little closer.”
Before she could agree or disagree, he unhanded her breasts and brought his knees up, which sent her tumbling into his chest and lodged his dick against her hot slit.
He then wrapped his arms around her waist and said, “Look at me, Eva.”
It took her so long to do as he said, it seemed she was physically dragging her eyes upwards to meet his gaze.
“I like the way your body responds to me—no, keep looking at me,” he commanded when she started to cast her eyes downward again in obvious embarrassment.
She did as he said, but the look on her face made it seem like holding his gaze was painful for her, considering their position.
“You can feel me right now, yes? How much I want you?”
Her breasts moved deliciously against his chest as her breathing sped up.
“That is another yes or no question,” he reminded her, holding her gaze, not letting her look away from him or the moment they were sharing.
She gave him one stiff nod.
“You said earlier this was all about what I want,” he said. “Well, I want you, not that vapid girl you were trying to punish me with. For the next two weeks, I want to be with you. The real you. Do you understand?”
They sat there staring at each other, and this time he refused to command her to answer. He saw several emotions flash through her eyes, defiance, calculation, and even fear, but eventually she nodded her head.
“Good,” he said. “Then you can talk again.”
“I liked you better with the accent,” she said almost before he had finished giving her permission to speak again. Her words were defiant, but he was happy to hear them delivered in her usual Texas-rich voice.
“That’s because when I had an accent, you had me wrapped around your finger. And now you don’t, and I have you at my mercy.”
Before she could answer, he kissed her as he had been longing to since first seeing her in the penthouse of a hotel he’d only bought because of her. And she kissed him back with such passion, he could tell they still set each other on fire even after all this time. He wondered, not for the first time, how she could have thrown what they had away just because her father didn’t approve and because he had been poor.