The Russian's Furious Fiancee (15 page)

The man was still shaking out his hand, trying to get rid of the pain. “This bitch just squeezed….” Then he stopped and looked up at Damon. “I’m sorry, what did you call her?”

“Tony, meet my fiancée, Eva Fontini.” He watched carefully as the man’s eyes widened, moving back and forth between the gorgeous woman he’d originally planned to take home for entertainment tonight, and his boss’s boss.

Damon turned to Eva, only shifting his shoulders slightly so that he could maintain his arm around her and said, “Eva, this is Tony Figuello. He’s leaving.” Damon turned to the shorter, older man and glared, ensuring that he received the appropriate message.

Tony swallowed painfully, then nodded, his head bobbing up and down repeatedly as he backed up. “I apologize sir. I won’t ever touch her again!”

“Of course you won’t,” Eva replied sweetly. “But make sure you don’t treat other women the same way. We’re not meat.”

“It was a compliment, really,” he stammered. “You’re gorgeous and…” his hand went up and down, indicating Eva’s figure in the lavender dress. “Well, you know…”

“Weren’t you on your way out?” Damon growled, his eyes darkening to almost black as his fury increased.

The man practically tripped over himself in his effort to leave.

When he was gone, Eva tensed, turning to Damon nervously. “You don’t think I had anything to do with that, do you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I saw you walk in and I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you. I should have been by your side.” He looked down at her and continued, “I would have been, if you’d gotten here on time.”

Eva laughed, as much a release of the tension as it was about his admonition of her repeated tardiness.

“What’s that guy’s position in your company?”

“He’s some sort of accountant. Or at least he was. He’s history now.”

“You’re not going to fire him over this, are you?”

“Of course I am.”

“He made a mistake, Damon. This isn’t job related.”

He shook his head and glared down at her. “He had poor judgment and his morals aren’t up to my standards. He’ll be gone Monday morning.”

She put a hand on his chest and turned more fully towards him. “Don’t fire him because of me. And ask yourself if perhaps the man might need a bit of mentoring instead of termination. If you fire him, he’s just going to go off and be bitter, not sure of exactly what he did wrong except to make a pass at his boss’s girlfriend.”

“Fiancée,” he corrected with a squeeze around her waist.

“I’m giving you a lot to even refer to myself as a girlfriend.”

He watched her for a long moment, then twisted her around. “And what rights do I have with that role?”

Eva knew what he was asking and she bit her lip. “I don’t know if you have any rights. But you might have a few privileges.”

She felt his hands tighten on her waist and she grinned. “What might those privileges entail?”

She shrugged and looked at the middle of his chest, holding her breath before she continued. “How about if we relax and enjoy the evening?”

“Am I going to enjoy the evening?”

She hesitated once again. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

His mouth curved into a sensuous, sexy smile that sped up her heart rate and made her stomach do those silly little flips.

“Let’s go mingle,” he growled. “You would choose a night when I have a house full of guests to do this to me, wouldn’t you?”

“Do what?”

“Torment me with possibilities,” he snapped before he pulled her over to the first group of guests. He didn’t introduce her as his fiancée, but he also refused to call her his girlfriend. Eva supposed that the term was a bit too tame for him, being the moderately tame panther that he appeared to be most of the time. His energy was barely controlled, and always under the surface. As he led her around the room, introducing her to his various vice presidents, that energy, and that barely controlled power, was one of the things about him that both terrified and attracted her.

The evening was nice and Damon kept her by his side during the whole event. But as people started to filter out, her nervousness increased. She’d committed to something and now she had to follow through, despite any second thoughts she might be having.

When the last person left, Damon closed the door and looked back at her. “Do you want me to take you home?” he asked softly, ignoring the catering and wait staff who were still bustling around, picking up glasses and plates from the area.

That question relieved so much of her tension. It was a get out of jail free card and she took a deep breath. As she let it out, she shook her head and watched him. As the heat lit up his golden eyes, she knew she’d made the right decision.

Her mind jumped back to the accusations of that angry woman at the opera last week, but she pushed it aside. This man couldn’t have done those things without a reason, she told herself. There was more to the story and tomorrow, she would discover what had happened. Right now, she wanted to rediscover what it was like to be held in Damon’s arms, to feel him make love to her like he had two nights ago.

Damon looked down at the nervous woman that had just given herself to him, at least in her mind. He wanted to claim her completely, but he pulled back from demanding she marry him one more time. At some point in the past week, he’d moved away from simply wanting her because she would be a good hostess and mother of his children. He now wanted all of her, mind, body and soul.

He had her body tonight and that would have to be enough. He’d work on the next two tomorrow.

He pulled her closer, bending down and capturing her lips with his. He tried to be gentle. As he coaxed her trembling mouth to respond, he reigned in the powerful desire that surged through him at her giving in. He wanted her so badly but he knew from experience that moving too fast would make her pull back.

Going slowly, coaxing a response from her gently, he was rewarded with her trembling arms moving around his shoulders.

With a shaky sigh, Eva wrapped herself around Damon, feeling his triumph in every cell of her body and that somehow made her feel strong, powerful. She loved the way this man took charge, lifting her into his arms and carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom.

She remembered this room from the last time and smiled at the memories. “What’s so funny?” he asked as his hands slid up her stocking clad leg, changing her expression from one of amusement to desire in a split second.

“I wasn’t laughing. I was thinking about how nice this is going to feel,” she said with a shiver when his fingers found the top of her stocking, teasing the sensitive flesh at the top of her thigh. “You make me feel incredible,” she whispered.

“I like making you feel like that,” he replied and his fingers slid back down, lifting her knee up so that she was cradling him as he bent over her. “I want you naked.”

He pulled her hands, helping her sit up so that he could pull down the zipper from her back. As she laid back down, the held the dress and she slipped out of it. She even helped him by lifting her hips so that the fabric could slid down her legs.

She started to take her shoes off, but he stopped her. “Leave these on,” he said with that sexy, deep voice and that sound went right down to her core. “You look hot.”

Eva liked the way his eyes darkened from golden to amber in seconds as he surveyed her clad only in her underwear. He didn’t look long though. His fingers moved upwards and slid inside the waist of her underwear. Within moments, he had those down her legs as well and his fingers moved along her flat stomach, moving upwards. Eva’s body moved underneath his touch and she tried to lift her arms up so she could also be touching him, but he captured her hands and held them out to her side while he bent low over her, taking the lace of her bra in his teeth and pulling downward until her breasts was uncovered.

His mouth then captured her nipple, sucking until it was a hard peak before moving to the next one and doing the same. He continued teasing her breasts until she was writhing underneath him, her hips pressing against him and begging him to stop the torture.

“What do you want?” he asked, his mouth sliding over her stomach and lower.

“I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, pulling against his hands but he wouldn’t release her. “You know what I want,” she gasped when his teeth nipped at her stomach.

“Yes, but I want you to say it.”

“Why?”

“Because it turns me on to hear the prim little Eva talking dirty.”

Eva almost laughed but she was too desperate. “I want you inside me!” she cried out when his mouth moved against her upper thigh. She moved her legs but wouldn’t open them to his mouth, too embarrassed by her reaction from the last time he did something like that.

“I want you to open your legs for me,” he countered.

“No,” she shook her head.

He laughed softly and shook his head. “Who do you think is going to win here, Eva?” he asked, moving up slightly and looking at her lovely face, flushed with the desire he’d built inside of her. He loved that he could do that, and he suspected that she didn’t want him to pleasure her with his mouth because she lost control so quickly, something he really wanted her to do.

“Just please…”

“Open your legs and I’ll give you what you want,” he coaxed, releasing her hands so he could tease her breasts and increase the pressure, the desire.

When his thumbs flicked against her nipples, she couldn’t take it any longer. Her legs moved against him and he took the opportunity to move between her legs.

“You’re still dressed!” she exclaimed when her thighs encountered material instead of his hot skin.

“Yes. I don’t need to be undressed to give you what you want.”

“Not fair!” she cried out but it was too late. He was already moving downward and even when she tried to moved out of his way, he simply held onto her and found her center, his mouth moving against her while his tongue drove her insane!

Eva tried to pull away, to close her legs and shift the power, but when his tongue did those things, she couldn’t stop the feelings that tore through her. Within moments, she was splintering apart, her fingers grasping the blanket on the bed in her fists and holding on with everything while wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As he rose over her once again, Eva tried to be mad at him but she just couldn’t muster enough strength. “You’re beautiful when you do that, you know,” he said as he nuzzled her neck and pulled her on top of him. His hands moved down her back, the pleasure almost tickling her until his hands found her bottom.

She liked this position better and looked down at him, feeling powerful. “You like having me out of control, is the reality. Admit it.” She let her legs drop down on the side of him. When she felt his hands move her into position, her eyes widened.

“I admit it. Completely. It turns me on to know that I can do that to you.”

“And what about the reverse?”

He inhaled sharply as her body sheathed onto him, taking all of him in one, swift movement. “Do your best,” he growled.

As she moved slightly, her head fell backwards and she arched against him. As she lifted her hips and slid back down against him, she was surprised at how much she could feel in this position. She tried it again and moved her hips forward and almost stopped, would have shaken her head but he grabbed her hips and pulled her up and then down again, making sure that her hips moved in the same way and Eva’s hands braced against his chest, trying to slow down the incredible pleasure. It was shocking. Too shocking!

“Don’t!” she gasped and tried to shift her hips but he wouldn’t let her.

“Again,” he commanded and he lifted her against him, raising up his upper body so she couldn’t avoid the friction when she slid back down his length.

Eva shook her head and tried to wiggle away but he was too strong. He held her hips exactly where he wanted her, gritting his teeth to prolong the pleasure for her. Over and over again, he shifted her along his shaft until she took the lead and continued the movements. Her body was wild with need now and he could barely hang on while she pressed herself against him with each impalement.

Damon watched her and couldn’t believe what a treasure she was. He wanted to climax so badly just from her movements that were driving him crazy but he held on, waiting. Just a few more thrusts and she splintered apart once again and with that, he gained his own release, rolling her onto her back and pounding into her as his pleasure coursed through him.

When he could think clearly once again, he pulled her close, his hands caressing her hair as their heartbeats slowed, their breathing coming back to normal. In the past, he would have already been in the shower or halfway out the door by this point but with Eva, he wanted to savor the aftermath, to enjoy the way her body snuggled up against his.

Chapter 10

Eva woke, feeling awkward and sore. But also extraordinarily good! As her eyes opened, she realized where she was and what had happened last night. Glancing behind her, she noticed that Damon was still asleep, his arm around her waist, holding her against his naked body.

She smiled and looked up at the dark ceiling. She stretched around and saw the clock on the side of his bed, realizing that it was still very early in the morning. Biting her lip, she considered her options. She could roll over and kiss him awake, wanting to feel that excitement once again, but she was pretty sore after all that they’d done the night before. Or she could fall back to sleep and wake up once Damon was once again awake. But that might mean another round of lovemaking and that soreness popped up again.

In the end, she pulled herself up, careful not to wake him as she slid out of bed. After a quick shower, she pulled on her dress, letting her shoes dangle from her fingers. She had to push her hair out of her eyes as she glanced around his dresser. She quickly wrote a note for him, just thanking him for the night. She thought about telling him that she’d call him, or that she’d see him soon. Maybe even tell him that she’d enjoyed last night. But she was too embarrassed about all that he’d done to her to let him know that she wanted to do all of it again. And so much more!