“Plant your feet and fuck upwards, let me feel you.”
I ground down as he bucked, giving the rubbing my clit needed to make me come. I hadn’t had an orgasm in a while; I wasn’t far from one now. When he grunted, a suppressed moan from my chest escaped, an addictive flush of electricity and warmth humming through my veins.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered. “Make me come.”
Planting my hands on his chest, I screwed against him harder and faster until I careened over and snapped, my pulse threatening to beat through my skin.
A slow clap from the doorway interrupted the euphoric melody I was singing, and I let out a snarl as I pushed my nails into Neil’s chest. He wailed, his clammy hands coming around my wrists and throwing me off to the side. Through blurry eyes and hazy comprehension, the blood dribbling down his chest plummeted me back down to earth in an instant.
“What the fuck?” I drowned in blood when I was on the warpath but the sight of it on my lover’s body was too much and made me feel sick. I didn’t subscribe to that kind of kink and it disgusted me almost as much as the man who’d had the gall to intrude.
Tayte stood just inside the kitchen door, one foot crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest and leaning against the doorjamb. He didn’t look the slightest bit happy, in fact, he was downright scornful, glaring at the man who’d just given me half an orgasm.
“We eat off that table, Irina.”
Laughing, I hopped off said table, straightening my gown. “Dining room too, never heard you complaining before.”
“It’s unhygienic.”
“It’s sex. Don’t tell me the only place you fuck is in a bed? How utterly boring and far too vanilla for my tastes.” I had no idea what his sexual preferences were, he didn’t strike me as a missionary type of guy, but what did I know? The insult was the aim, not a conversation about sexual habits.
“You call that sex?” He huffed out a snort and rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. You ruined my breakfast.”
“So I see.” The chef was back in his whites, his poor cock still hard. Dismissing him with a wave, I watched as he scurried past Tayte. “What do you want?”
“You have places to be.”
“Unless you’re going to get up on that table and let me fuck you so I can get the other half of my orgasm, you’d best run along. I don’t need nor require a chauffeur or a chaperone.”
Tayte sauntered into the room, shark like eyes trained on me. “Let you fuck me? Oh, Irina, you are so goddamn delusional, sweetheart. If you got me naked, you wouldn’t have the first clue what to do with me. I don’t lie on tables and let women fuck me.”
“Is that so?” I licked my lips hungrily, because fuck, it would be damn good to get a man like Tayte under my thumb.
“Trust me when I say, there’d be no upper hand for you. All those little men you fuck? A joke. You’re a fool and you have no idea the things I would do to you.”
“Want to put your money where your mouth is?” I hedged, pushing my luck and poking the bear.
“Not fucking likely,” he jeered, looking me up and down like I was a piece of trash who’d just walked in from a street corner. My anger boiled, and I swung for the obnoxious bastard, my nails catching on his chin. Tayte grabbed and tugged back, turning me so my back was to his chest, his arm banded around my neck. “I should do Yan a favour and snap your bloody neck.”
Pushing backward with all my strength, I gasped. Tayte was hard, so hard I could feel him against the small of my back. “This turns you on?”
“Violence turns me on,” he growled into my ear. “Not a prima donna lamely fucking on a kitchen table. There’s nothing special about you, Irina.”
“Yannick will have your balls for this!”
“If I had you trussed up on a wall and was fucking your arse, he’d walk straight by with a pat on my shoulder. Yannick doesn’t care.”
“He’d care about that, trust me,” I whimpered, my fight temporarily leaving.
“Keep telling yourself so.” Pushing me roughly away, Tayte took one step back, then another.
Sick of repeating myself, I eyeballed the man when I swung around. It was nine o’clock in the morning and yet again he was skulking around. He shouldn’t be walking into my house as if he owned the place, especially now that Yannick had gone elsewhere.
“I’m here to collect you. Have you forgotten your appointment this morning?” Shit. I had, or maybe conveniently pushed it from my mind. “Ridiculous…”
Smiling, I pulled together the robe. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Make sure to shower. You reek of filth and desperation, and while it suits you, I don’t want the stink tainting my car.”
Yannick
“A couple of guys are sniffing around.”
“Albanians again?” We’d had trouble with them before but nothing we hadn’t been able to run off.
“Don’t think so, I haven’t clapped eyes on these guys before. Definitely Eastern European though.” Andrey rubbed at the styled scruff on his chin.
“Sniffing out the competition?”
“That would be my guess. You want to let them continue poking around?”
“Sure,” I said. “They won’t get much without my say so. Let’s see how serious they are. What are they asking about?”
“You.” Sandir looked me straight in the eye.
“Me?”
“Yip. Just you.”
“All right. Then maybe it’s not business they’re scoping out. Think Irina’s making her move?”
Andrey scrunched his nose up. “Nah. Too amateur for
