Page 53 of Loathe Me (Touch of Death 1)
He freezes, a hiss slipping past his lips. One moment I’m on top of him, the next my back hits the mattress, and he’s on his feet. He stands next to the bed, his body rigid, fists balled as his chest rises and falls on strained breaths. One look at his face and I still, like prey caught in the sights of a predator. His eyes are feral and unhinged.
“Sasha?” My voice trembles.
He slams his eyes closed. “I…” He drops his chin to his chest and then turns and walks out of the room.
I don’t know what to do? I get up and hurry to the door, but he’s gone. The corridor outside my room is completely empty.
I don’t know what just happened.
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Sasha
I stalk to my room, fighting the urge to drive my fist through a wall. I pride myself on control. And this… I stare down at the bulge in my pants. When I close my eyes, I can feel her body against mine, taste her on my tongue, smell that fresh lemon scent, the sweetness of her skin.
A groan slips between my gritted teeth as I consider the emotions she brings out that I’ve never felt before. I wanted to pin her to the wall and slip inside her… No. No, no, no. She is a job.
Stripping out of my clothes, I get into the shower, turning the temperature down until each drop feels like icy needles. My blood pounds through my veins like an unleashed animal. I reach for the control that has chained me my entire life, but it’s absent. In its place is this…this urge.
After several long minutes, I cut off the shower and get out. My dick is still rock hard. I’m not opposed to masturbation, but not like this. Not because I have no control. Not because she’s driven me to it.
Stalking back to the bedroom, I get in bed and turn off the light. I lay there for long moments, heart racing, body thrumming with pent up energy. I brush my hand over my stomach, and the simple skin-on-skin contact fires a jolt of electricity through me. I snap. On a growl, I fist my cock and stroke over it. And then I do something I’ve never done; I allow instinct to override discipline.
My mind drifts to Adelina. I picture her bare back, imagine touching her soft satin skin. I can hear the little sounds she makes when I kiss her. The way she feels, the way she tastes, it’s all ingrained in my mind. I imagine her small hand in place of my own, her touch so delicate, so perfect. My muscles tense and heat trickles down my spine. I remember the brush of her tongue, the feel of her hips rolling over me.
A groan slips past my lips, and pleasure tears over every inch of my skin. On and on it goes, until every single muscle is on the verge of cramping. And then I fall back against the mattress, panting, dark spots crossing my vision. I can’t even remember the last time I pleasured myself, but it’s never been like that.
Switching on the bedside lamp, I glance down in disgust at the mess that now covers my stomach. It’s only when I’m in the shower, washing the evidence from my body that I realize how much of a problem Adelina Ricci now presents.
A line has been crossed, and it can’t be undone. I have no plan, no clear path. I do not know what to do, and that, in itself, is alarming.
Days pass, and I’m on edge. I know something is coming, but I’m not sure what. I don’t see Adelina, and Una watches me like a hawk.
“One of us needs to go to Russia,” Una says.
On a sigh, I look away from the security plans that Nero and I are going over. “What for?”
“We need to ascertain movements around the Elite base. Numbers. Find out exactly who’s in charge.” That kind of recon will take weeks.
“Okay, so go.”
“You love going home.”
“Well, you can go this time.”
The tension in the room ratchets, and when I glance at Una, her head is tilted, eyes fixed on me. “You know why, Una.” I’m not having this argument with her again. Truthfully, I’m not sure I trust her with Adelina, and that troubles me. I have never not been able to trust Una.
Turning on her heal, she walks out of the room.
“Okay, what did you do?” Nero asks.
“What?”
He jerks his head toward the door Una just stormed through. “You’re telling me you can’t sense the ‘I will cut you’ vibes.”
On a sigh, I drag a hand over my face. “I don’t have time for it right now.”
“For Una? Or the threat the Elite now pose to us?”
“They’ve made no move, Nero. I don’t believe that threat is imminent. My priority right now—”
