“They are. Warm, wonderful. You don’t understand how lucky you are.”
She pulled away from him. “Why are you here?”
“Where is your bedroom?”
“No boys are allowed upstairs.”
“This won’t take long. Your bedroom,” he repeated.
“I share a bedroom.”
“I don’t care. Where is it?”
She led him down the hall with a sigh, into a tiny room with a twin bed on one wall and bunk beds on the other. He locked the door.
Her halfhearted no was silenced by his kiss. He touched her breasts and caressed her ass, enjoying the feel of her again after craving her so badly. His hands were all over her. He couldn’t touch her enough.
“No, no…” she sighed, shaking her head against his neck.
“Yes.”
He started undoing his pants. He was going to fuck her. He wished he had time for more, to have her suck him, to bury his face between her legs, but she shared this bedroom, obviously, and her parents were downstairs. He rolled on a condom from his pocket and hiked up her skirt.
“No,” she moaned, even as she locked her legs around his waist and arched against him.
“I don’t think that word means what you think it means,” he said, lowering her onto his cock. He pulled her arms up around his shoulders and then cradled her ass in his hands, squeezing it, kneading it, thrusting in her hard. His hand snaked under her shirt to pinch her nipples through the sheer lacy material of her bra. Soon enough, predictably, her sighs of “no” turned to pleas for satisfaction. Please, Ryan, please. Please, please, now!
“Look at me,” he ordered when she was getting close. She ignored him, her legs gripping him even tighter. “Look at me, Kat,” he insisted, nuzzling her face up to his. “Come for me. I’ll hold you, Kat. Come for me now. I won’t let you go.” He held her, feeling her tense and shudder and watched the climax seize her. The erotic jerking of her body triggered his own orgasm. He came hard, pulsing explosive pleasure, joining her in her release. Fortunately he had the presence of mind to clamp his palm over her mouth to muffle her cries.
She struggled to get away as soon as she came back to her senses and he let her go with a sigh. She pulled at her skirt, rearranging herself with sharp, jerky tugs.
“You need to stop doing that,” she hissed at him.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to.”
“I wouldn’t have done this, come here to your house, if you hadn’t run away from me. Why didn’t you come to the club last night?”
“You said if I came to that club I couldn’t act like a whore.” She flipped her hair back, challenging him. “And I love to act like a whore, so I went somewhere else.”
“Kat,” he warned. “Watch the way you speak to me.”
“Why? Are you going to spank me again?”
“I might. You’d like it if I did.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Yes, you would. You need it, I think.”
She rolled her eyes, turning away from him. “We need to go downstairs. She’ll come after us.”
He knew she meant Elena, and he was fairly sure she wouldn’t, but he followed Kat as she tore down the stairs. She took shelter in the kitchen again, only to have Elena yell for her to bring coffee and cake to her guest.
“He’s not my guest, he’s your guest,” she muttered under her breath. She offered coffee and Russian teacakes on a tray that he had a feeling she would rather have flung in his face. He took pity on her then and made his excuses. He’d accomplished what he’d come to do. She knew now that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her, and that avoiding him was pointless. He said his goodbyes, finding himself showered again with hugs and kisses from Elena and Dmitri. He shook the hands of all the husbands and the many sisters he still couldn’t tell apart and even fielded a few messy kisses from children of all sizes.
“You will come back again soon, yes?” asked Elena.
“Yes,” he said. “I can’t wait to come back again. I had a wonderful time.”
“Ekaterina,” Elena said, “you walk Ryan to the door and say good night.”
“Yes, Mama,” she answered through gritted teeth.
At the door Ryan kissed her again, even though he knew she hated it.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“I won’t answer.”
“If you don’t return my calls, if you don’t come to the club, I’ll be back here again in a week. Your mother loves me. I could eat dinner here every night if I wanted.”
“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll come to the club. I’ll come on Friday.”
“And go out with me after.”
“After closing? That’s too late.”
“The storage room then.”
“Okay, fine,” she groaned. “God, why are you doing this?”
“Why do you think? I’ll see you Friday night, Ekaterina.”
“My name is Kat,” she corrected with a frown.
“Your name, Ekaterina Argounov, is whatever I want it to be. I’ll see you Friday night.”
Chapter Four
Ryan went home that night feeling happy and optimistic. Kat’s family was great, full of energy and life. There had to be hope for his dour princess and he planned to make her smile if it killed him.
Make her smile and make her do a lot of other things too, things that gave him massive hard-ons when he thought about them too long. His Dominant radar hadn’t failed him. She was a submissive all right, just in need of some training and a lot of unconditional love. He began making plans for her, plans for them. He wanted, first, to introduce her to the Dom/sub lifestyle and then he’d try to iron out her mental issues and her self-destructive drive. He imagined himself as a modern-day Pygmalion. He would sculpt her into a work of art, bring her to life. She would be his creation.
If she would cooperate, that was.
Like everything else about her, her
