Page 49 of Bought By Sin

Focusing on Mila and her merit was far more appealing.

Thinking about how she excelled with me on this mission put too many stubborn fantasies in my mind. So many vivid ones that I couldn’t stop the train of thoughts that filled my mind’s eye.

I swerved suddenly, pulling over on the highway.

She sat up, glancing around with an instant look of alarm on her face. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll show you what’s wrong.” I slammed the car into park and lunged for her, pulling her over the console and onto my lap.

“Lev? What⁠—”

I kissed her. Fitting her on my lap, the steering wheel at her ass, I gripped the back of her head and slid my fingers through her hair to hold on tight.

She gasped, parting her lips against mine.

“What’s wrong is how fucking badly I need you.” I kissed her and savored the searing hit of her mouth parting for me. “That’s what is wrong. I need you, Mila. Right here. Right now.”

She gaped at me, shocked but not showing a hint of panic or fear at the growled statements I’d made.

You’re mine.

On the tails of the anxiety-laden roller coaster ride of bracing myself to see Gregori then narrowly escaping due to her sharp instincts, I had to have her, had to feel that perfection of her milking me dry.

Of her submitting to me and giving me a chance to reclaim some control in my life.

I pulled her head back down toward mine and crushed my mouth to hers.

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MILA

Lev dug his fingers into my hair, holding me with a harsh, possessive clutch. Being bound and captive never felt good, but on his lap in the car, I was swept away by how potently bad this was.

Bad in a wickedly delicious manner.

Bad with an intoxicating fever that I wanted to bask in.

Desire flooded me, rushing through my veins and pooling low in my belly. My pussy ached, already throbbing with the increased blood flow there. My nipples beaded hard, already sensitive and responsive to the hard press of his chest against my breasts.

Oh, fuck.

He’d startled me. One second, he was driving along, seeming pensive but so deep in thought, I couldn’t begin to find the courage to ask him what was on his mind. The next, he was pulling off the highway like a madman and yanking me over the console.

And drugging me with this kiss.

Hyping me up with the pressure of his erection under me.

Thrilling me with the insanity of his lust burning this hot and insistently on the side of the road.

He wasn’t lying. He did want me. I felt the evidence trapped in his pants, in the greed of his lips against mine, and in the grip of his hands on me, bracing me close and urging me to grind on him.

It was wrong. The speed and ferocity of this degree of raw and carnal need couldn’t be sane or just.

I was still accepting the possibility that this wasn’t a trick. That he wasn’t manipulating me with how quickly he needed me.

It couldn’t be, though. Rubbing down for more friction of my pussy against the bulge in his pants, I grounded myself on how damn real this was. He couldn’t fake it, nor could I. We were desperate for each other. I felt it with the press of the hard muscles in his arms wrapped around me, the push of his dick under his clothes, the sting on my scalp as he held my hair and bruised my lips so swollen with his kiss. I tasted it in the sexy heat of his mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. I heard it in the growls and fast breath he gave up. And I smelled the tang of arousal, with my legs splayed over his and my soaked panties with the scent of my cream that I leaked for him.

“Right here,” he growled again after yanking his mouth from mine. “I need you right here.”