I couldn’t.
The kiss left me craving more; it ignited a flame that almost consumed me. My body melted the second our lips collided, my pulse raced quicker than it ever had, and my heart stopped for a moment.
I only realized that I hadn’t been breathing after he stepped away from me. That self-satisfied grin on his face seemed like a mockery. And although it pissed me off, it still didn’t erase the feeling stirred up within me.
I hated how much my body craved this man. Even hours after the kiss, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. What occupied my thoughts was the different ways things would’ve turned out if he hadn’t stepped away when he did.
Considering the amount of heat spreading across my body at the time, if the kiss had gotten deeper, I may or may not have fallen into bed with him. That’s how horny I was.
It was embarrassing. But it was the truth.
I rolled over to the other side of the bed and clutched a pillow to my chest. My thighs brushed against each other in reaction to the tingling sensation between my legs.
My nipples were hard and erect, and my heart was pounding heavily. The more I imagined what could’ve happened but didn’t, the hornier I became. When my fingers pinched my peaks deliciously, a soft moan fell from my lips.
I felt the irresistible urge to touch myself, and before I could even react to the thought, my hand was already sliding down my tunnel.
No, don’t do it. Don’t go down that road,my inner voice of reason warned me.
Ignoring the warning, I slipped my hand into my panties, my fingers sliding along my warm, slippery entrance. “Oh, fuck,” I murmured, biting my lower lip.
The feeling was electric, and my body couldn’t help shuddering. My face was contorted in pleasure, my toes curling beneath me.
I was soaking wet.
The fact that the man who turned me on was also my captor really messed things up for me. This man had caused pain to my wrist and waist just because I interfered in his affairs.
Don’t get carried away, Celine. He’s evil.
I closed my eyes, let out a deep, long exhale, and then withdrew my hand from my panties. My fingers were glistening under the soft light, coated in the warmth of my wetness. This was proof of how deeply I was already unraveling.
Fuck.
This was all shades of wrong. I shouldn’t let this devil control my actions and my thoughts.
Too late, you already traded your freedom for that man in the basement.
Shut up, I shunned that pesky little voice in my head.
It was true. I did agree to do whatever he wanted. But inmydefense, I wasn’t thinking straight at the time because I wasdistracted by his commanding presence. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me—I was afraid.
I rolled over to my back again, my hands flying into my hair. My fingertips massaged my temples as a myriad of thoughts crashed into each other in my head.
Unsure of what the future held for me, I could only hope for the best while expecting the worst. With men like my captor, there was no telling what he’d decide to do with me at any given time.
What was his name anyway?
I’d seen it in the ledger, but the Russian names never stuck. Besides, I was more focused on the numbers and the story they told than the names I couldn’t pronounce.
Although it sounded like…Artan Takasov.
Or was it Anton Marasov?
I wasn’t sure.
However, I knew that his first began with an“A”and his last name ended in“sov.”
I rubbed my tired eyes, pulled the sheets over my body, and lay on my side. The plan was to force myself to sleep since I didn’t have anything better to do.