Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13) (13 page)

“On your knees. Face the mirror.” He barely managed to get the words out, to keep a grasp on his control.

She did as he said, her movements unsteady and a little jerky. He liked that she was as affected as him. When she met his gaze in the mirror, he swore his heart stopped for a moment.

Her short, dark hair wasn’t neat like it usually was, but mussed. Her lips were slightly swollen, and the look in her eyes was more than just lust. She looked like she needed him. Maybe as much as he needed her.

Moving in behind her, he took a moment to appreciate the differences in their bodies. She was so petite and slender, but with a steel backbone. He wasn’t worried about hurting her, knew he could never do that.

He ran his hands down her sides, hated how callused his hands were, but she didn’t seem to mind. She shuddered, holding onto the vintage metal frame of the daybed as she spread her legs just a little wider.

Even her pose, the way she was bent forward, waiting for him, made his breath catch. He was never letting her go.

He’d felt how slick she was but he still reached between her legs from behind, groaned at the feel of her. “You’re so wet.”

“I’m wet all the time for you.” Her words came out low as she watched him in the mirror, her fingers clutching the frame. “You make me crazy at work and I
still
get turned on by it.”

“Good.” Because he got turned on by her all the damn time. Didn’t matter what she seemed to be doing. He quickly rolled on a condom before guiding his cock to her entrance.

Soon, he planned to be inside her bare, with nothing between the two of them as he emptied himself inside her.

He didn’t push inside her just yet though. Reaching around, he cupped both her breasts, teasing both her nipples with his thumbs as he watched her expression.

She sucked in a breath, pleasure playing across her expression as her head fell back against his chest. He loved seeing her like this, open to him.

And all his.

He worked her up until she was squirming and pushing her ass back against him, silently demanding he do something.

Without pause he thrust into her in one long push.

“Abram.” She froze for a moment, her breathing shallow as she adjusted to his size.

He felt her inner walls tightening around him, already milking him. She was so damn tight and yeah, he was big. Nothing to be done about that. He buried his face against her neck, inhaled her sweet scent as he reached around and found her pulsing clit.

She needed to come, and fast. Because his control was slipping. Lucy’d had him on edge for months. Now that he was inside her, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not this first time.

When he slid a finger over her clit, she moaned and jerked back against him. At the same time he felt her clench around him even tighter.

Using her body’s cues, he stroked her clit, increasing the pressure the louder she moaned until he knew she was close.

“Oh God, oh…” She jerked against him as she rolled into climax.

He began thrusting inside her and she cried out even louder, her inner walls rippling around him as she found her release. He couldn’t watch her in the mirror anymore as his own orgasm built and crested as months of need for her slammed through him.

He wasn’t sure how long he thrust into her but his orgasm seemed to go on forever as he lost himself inside her.

When he looked at her in the mirror again, the satisfied expression on her face made him do a mental fist pump. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And he’d put it there.

“We could have been doing this for months now,” she murmured, giving him the most sensual look in the mirror.

He nipped her shoulder gently. “I think we should make up for lost time, then.”

“I can’t even pretend I’m not impressed by this.” Dominique looked around the empty five-star restaurant before focusing on Viktor again, her expression warm.

He’d never been on the receiving end of such raw openness before. Viktor would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad she was impressed. He’d do fucking cartwheels if it made her happy. Anything to see Dominique smile.

He cleared his throat. “With the place under renovation I thought it would be nice for just the two of us to come here.” He and Abram had shut down one of the hotels they’d recently purchased to renovate a good chunk of the place. But the restaurant right on the Atlantic was one of the only parts of the hotel that didn’t need
any
work. So he’d brought in the chef—one of the few employees he planned to keep on staff while he restructured—to impress Dominique tonight.

He’d never cared about impressing anyone before. Even when he was younger, he’d just cared about people respecting and yes, fearing him. With Dominique… She brought out a completely different side to him. He was still adjusting to that.

“I’m glad you like it,” he murmured, reaching across the linen-covered tabletop to slide his hand over hers.

Her cheeks flushed and he found himself getting hard. Again. She had an innocent quality to her that surprised him. Even more, he was surprised he liked it. When he’d had Abram run her information, when he was still wondering who she was and why she hated him, his brother hadn’t found a record of any serious boyfriends.

There was no way a woman like Dominique could be a virgin, but he guessed she didn’t have much experience. Which, yeah, he liked the thought of that too. But he didn’t care how many guys she’d been with. That shit wasn’t important. The only thing he cared about was locking her down now. Convincing her that they might have a shot at something real. The only problem was…he wasn’t sure he could give her the kind of sexual experience she deserved. His only experience was with women he’d paid. Dominique would know nothing about that. The truth was, he knew it would disgust her. Which was why he had to tell her.

She was an absolute knockout but it was more than that. She was simply…sweet. He didn’t know many people who he considered to be sweet. Given their family’s history, she should truly hate him, but she’d given him a chance. One he still wasn’t sure he’d take.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was tentative, a little nervous.

Instinct made him want to put his guard up, but she’d opened up to him about her mother and he found he wanted to trust her. He withdrew his hand, wrapped it around his glass of vodka. “Of course.”

She trailed her finger down the stem of her wine glass. She’d worn a simple black dress tonight with diamond studs in her ears and no other jewelry. Still, she shone as brilliantly as a star everywhere she went. The extra security team tonight had certainly taken notice of her. It was hard not to. But he’d made it clear to Lyosha that she was
his
woman, that everyone should treat her with respect. His longtime friend and head of security had shown a flicker of surprise, but in true Lyosha form had said he’d make sure everyone knew.

“It’s none of my business. I’m just curious about you. But if you don’t want to answer you don’t have to.” She rushed out the words, as if she’d been practicing.

“Just ask,” he murmured, tension rising inside him. Maybe his brother had been right after all. This would be where she started to ply him for information in an effort to use it against him.

“How is it that you and your brother, ah, half-brother, have the same last name?” She cleared her throat. “I know that your father’s last name was…” She trailed off, pain flashing in her expression before she masked it. That was one thing he’d come to learn about her—she didn’t hide her emotions as well as she probably thought she did.

Her question wasn’t what he’d expected, and easy to answer. He’d been worried she’d want to know more about his past, more about his relationship with his father, or how Viktor had gotten to where he was today. Something she could use against him. But this… She could have found this out from a search.

Even though he knew she could be testing him, that this might be some sort of warm-up question, the tension in his chest eased ever so slightly. “When my father died I took my mother’s name. Ivanov is a very common Russian family name—one of the most common, in fact. Abram’s mother had the same last name as well. It’s a lucky coincidence.” One he was happy for. He liked having that link to Abram. He didn’t care that they were technically half-brothers. That shit meant nothing to him. They were true brothers in every sense of the word.

Dominique gave him a knowing smile. “You two are close.”

He nodded. “He’s a good brother.” Even if he did worry too much.

“I…don’t know if he likes me very much.” She stumbled over the words. “At the hotel the other day, he seemed to know who I was and…” She lifted a shoulder but he could see that it mattered to her.

“Abram is very protective. He thinks…you might be out to hurt me.”

She blinked, those gorgeous dark eyes genuinely confused. “Me, hurt you?” Then she laughed, the sweet sound rolling over him like a warm wave.

He realized she thought he meant physically, but he didn’t correct her. Viktor half-smiled and lifted a shoulder. “He can be paranoid.”

“He’s your brother. It’s good he worries about you. My cousin, Quinn, is like an older brother to me. Now more than when I was younger.”

“Why now?” He’d seen the name Quinn in the file his brother had compiled on her, knew the guy had been a cop and now worked for Red Stone.

“Ah…this might be veering into more heavy stuff than first date conversation.”

“This is our second date.” There would be a lot more, as far as he was concerned. He reached for her hand again, was glad when she instantly linked her fingers through his. Even her hands were beautiful. She had long, elegant fingers he could easily imagine wrapped around his cock, stroking him until he came.

She laughed lightly and squeezed his hand. “Yeah, you’re right. But this is probably oversharing.”

“I think we’re past that point.” His voice was dry.

“True… Okay, fine. After what happened with my mom, Quinn is the first person I called. He, uh, he’d just started working for Red Stone but he’d been a cop before so he swooped in and just took over everything.” The adoration on her face was clear. “Even though I was eighteen he refused to let me live on my own. My mom had…cut out that side of the family, her side, because, well, whatever.”

“You don’t have to tell me any more.” The distress that had started to trickle into her expression sliced at him. He didn’t want her uncomfortable or in pain. Ever. Which was a stupid thing, considering he couldn’t protect her all the time. But he didn’t want to be the cause of her distress.

“It’s okay, really. I kinda want you to know this about me.” She faltered for a moment, but continued. “I moved in with his parents for the first few years I was in college. I, uh, didn’t realize it then but I was dealing with depression over everything and they really kept me afloat. They—Quinn and the rest of my family too—were like anchors. I was too caught up in my own bullshit then to be grateful but I know now how lucky I am that they were there for me.”

“You are lucky.” With the exception of his mother, he’d never had anyone he loved or trusted until Abram. He was glad she’d had family to support her. Her life could have turned out very differently otherwise. He’d seen it happen too.

“This brings me to something I’ve wanted to tell you.” Her cheeks flushed pink, but she trailed off as their server quietly brought their desserts.

Dominique’s eyes widened slightly in pure pleasure as the man placed the plate in front of her. Viktor didn’t look at his own. He didn’t care about the damn food. Hers was a chocolate cup filled with some sort of cream and fresh fruit. There were also fresh strawberries fanned out around it. The entire display was drizzled with chocolate.

“I’ve always wondered how they make these,” she murmured. “The cups are so delicate.”

“Balloons,” the man said before darting his gaze to Viktor, just a touch of fear in his gaze.

As if Viktor would be angry he’d talked. Jesus, he wasn’t that fucking scary. He tried smiling at the man but was pretty sure he failed when the guy flinched. “Balloons?”

The man nodded and looked back at Dominique, his expression quickly morphing to one of appreciation as he talked to her. “The chef dips small balloons into the melted chocolate halfway and they dry in this shape. Once they’re done he carefully lets the air out and removes the balloon.”

“That’s so interesting. I’m going to have to try it,” she said.

The man beamed at her before disappearing back to the kitchen.

“You cook?” Viktor asked once they were alone again. He didn’t reach for his fork, just watched the expression of pure joy flicker across her features as she took that first bite.

She let out a little moan of appreciation as she nodded. “You want a bite?”

He shook his head, his dick going ridiculously hard. If she took this much pleasure in dessert… He could just imagine what she’d look like when he brought her to orgasm. He’d thought about how he’d do it too, way too many times. He’d never brought a woman to his house but he was obsessed with the idea of her stretched out on his bed, all his for the taking. He wanted to take his time with her, to have her begging for him to fill her.

“You’re missing out. And yes, I do like to cook—baking, mostly—though I don’t get to as much as I’d like because of work.”

His gaze strayed to her mouth as her tongue darted out to swipe cream off her bottom lip. He had to actually bite back a groan at the sight. He’d been with women who knew how to seduce, how to do everything right—because it was all choreographed and fake. With Dominique, he knew there was no artifice.

Even if she was driving him crazy.

He had the irrational urge to shove everything off the table and take her right here. Which was beyond insane. But she made him want to lose control, something he didn’t like. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around the restaurant.

The extra security was in place and very discreet. After that mugging he didn’t care if he was being paranoid. He wanted to make sure Dominique was safe. He just hated that he had no control over what happened to her when she was at home. He couldn’t very well insist she keep a security guard with her. Even
he
knew that was insane and would push her away from him.