Chapter 12

"What do you want?" she asked, desperate to get rid of him so she could catch another glimpse of Jin. Their moments together were few and very precious.

"You are hiding in a corner, cooing love phrases at your fiancé and you want to know what I want?" he snarled, stepping inside the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and stalked toward her.

Laney went white and swayed on the spot. Did he understand Japanese? He had never once indicated that he knew her language. He smirked knowingly at her and bent swiftly around, catching her waist in a strong grip as he reached for her phone. She realized too late what he was after. With a cry of anger, she lunged for the device, but he already had it in his massive fist.

"Do I surprise you, baby? Darling?" he sneered, repeating the words in flawless Japanese, shocking her.

She glanced down at the phone between them, heart pounding, praying that the connection was severed. The screen was blank, the phone locked. Her lashes swept down and she sighed in relief. Her secrets were safe.

"Look at me!" he growled, his arm tightening around her waist, crushing her against his massive body.

Her eyes swept back up to his. His hand came down heavily on her shoulder, his fingers curling around the fragile bone. She shivered, knowing he could crush her with very little effort. He was still blazingly furious with her. Had he heard her conversation with the Master? Did he know she was spying on him? Had been sent to follow and kill him?

Much to her relief his next words immediately proved that he'd only heard her speak to Jin.

"Jin is your fiancé, is he not?" Boris demanded. His bearded face was agonized, his voice furious and guttural with despair as he said, "I could tell from your voice that you love him. Blyad! I thought I'd have chance with you. You haven't seen him in seven fucking months! You must be the most loyal woman on goddam planet."

Laney stared up at him helplessly. She didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't deny the fiction she'd already started and she couldn't tell him about Jin. She nodded helplessly, which only infuriated him even more. He shook her and pushed her backwards, pinning her against the table.

"Unlock the fucking phone," he snarled in her face, bringing the phone up between them. "I want to see him. I want to see man capable of melting your icy heart. I want to see what he has that makes you loyal across such distance and time."

Laney leaned back across the table, trying to escape the intense heat of his large body. As always, the erotic waves of heat rolled off of him and onto her, calling out to her and drawing her in, like a song. She shook her head and pushed his hand away, refusing without words to participate in his crazed ranting.

Boris stared at her for a moment, the fury of her denial glowing in his eyes. For the first time since meeting him, she felt as though she were being confronted with the lethal mob enforcer that ensured Sitnokov's throne. The muscles of his powerful arms bulged around her much smaller body, reminding her of how fragile she was in comparison. She tried to remember that she was scary in her own right, had many kills as an assassin, but it wasn't helpful when she thought of how one blow of his fist could crush her skull.

Finally, he spoke, his voice deep and silky with promise. "If you will not help me understand how this man holds you, then I will just have to try harder to take what belongs to him."

"Boris, no!" Laney gasped.

Having watched him covertly over the past several months, Laney knew Boris always did exactly what he said he was going to do, which meant he was about to try to seduce her away from her imaginary fiancé. She went immediately into the offensive, sending one small fist flying into his neck while trying to roll away from him. Boris ducked his head, taking a glancing blow from her fist and dropped her phone.

He grunted as her knuckles grazed his ear. Before Laney could roll out from under him, Boris wrapped a huge hand around her slender neck and slammed her back against the table, causing it to shudder under the impact. Laney gasped for air as his fingers tightened in warning, but instead of giving up the fight, she brought her knees up to kick him in the chest. He used his elbow to knock her knees apart, tearing the tight skirt at one of the seams and forcing his massive chest between her legs, his head between her breasts. He grinned at her triumphantly while she cursed the damn dress and her inability to get a proper kick in.

Laney was spread out underneath him, almost completely helpless. Almost. She managed to wedge a hand between her thighs where her skirt had ridden up. She wrapped her fingers around her gun, yanked it free of its hidden holster and pressed it against his forehead.

She had hoped he might look a little worried, but, of course, Boris Grekov would do no such thing. He looked death in the face, blinked, and then stared at her with blazing lust as though she just made his entire fucking day.

"You can pull trigger woman, I will still fuck you with my tongue," he growled, his accent so thick she barely understood him.

He reached down and dragged the skirt of her dress right up to her waist, baring her tiny black lace panties and leather holster to his hungry gaze. Her sapphire eyes grew round and desperate. She stared at him with both horror and hope, knowing he was going to do exactly was he said. The gun shook in her hand, but she kept it levelled on his head, her expression deadly serious. She tried to convey exactly how much of a mistake it would be for him to keep messing with her.

"Don't. You. Dare." The words were pulled out of her heaving chest with effort.

His huge hand inched up her thigh, nearly circling the entire thing. His thick fingers made short work of the delicate, feminine leather holster. He tossed it over his shoulder and shoved the satin of her dress further up her thighs, under her ass, baring her completely to his ravenous gaze.

"So fucking beautiful," he growled. "More than even my imagination could come up with. You've owned my thoughts for so long, it is difficult to express-"

His words trailed off as though he couldn't finish. He reached under her and gently pulled the elasticized panties off her hips with such delicacy that Laney was having trouble believing she was actually awake and experiencing this. He treated her with a reverence Laney had never in her life known or even imagined. It was like Boris had waited for so long to actually touch Laney intimately that, despite his anger at her forthcoming marriage, he couldn't help but treat her like a goddess. It made her chest ache in an unfamiliar way.

She closed her eyes against the sight of him between her legs, worshipping her. Then realized she shouldn't have done that, because she was unprepared for the feel of his hot breath brushing against her sensitive inner thigh. She cried out, her eyes flying open and the gun jumping in her hand.

Boris reached out swiftly, grabbed hold of her wrist and slammed it against the table. Laney tightened her hold on the weapon, refusing to give up her only protection while trapped in the hold of such a beast. He didn't seem to mind, but retained his hold on her wrist. He wrapped his other hand around her thigh and pushed her leg up against the table, opening her pussy up to him.

"Krasivaya." Beautiful.

It struck Laney that they each knew the other's birth languages, though they were together on the other side of the world. The poetry in that almost took her breath away, until she remembered that she still had a job to do, which would ultimately end in his death.

Laney squirmed in his hold, trying to roll away from him once more, but knowing his superior strength would win. She wanted to fight him, but Boris was too much for her. He was too much physically and too much emotionally. And a part of her wanted to know what it would be like, just this once, to let go and experience pleasure with a man. With this man.

It wasn't like he was giving her a choice.

"Boris!" she cried out in fear, feeling the brush of his beard against her bare labia. The intensity of the tiny touch sent shockwaves throughout her entire body.

She reached out helplessly with the hand that wasn't holding the gun. He took his hand off her thigh and grasped her hand in his. He used his fingers to spread her much smaller ones and slid his fingers in between, holding her hand tightly entwined in his, then he stretched her arm out and pinned it against the table. He trapped her but also held her like a lover.

"I've got you, kotenok."

"Don't call me- oh god!" Laney yelled arching her back against the table.

He'd dropped his face into her pussy and licked her with one long, loving stroke. Laney moaned as unfamiliar sensations swamped her. His sharp eyes watched her surprised and guileless response. He used the flat of his tongue to taste her, doing exactly as he'd threatened to do and turning Laney into a twisting, moaning thing beneath him. Heat snaked up through her belly, piercing all parts of her body and rendering her incapable of doing anything other than begging him to stop, but also to continue.

She did not recognize herself. Laney always had full control of herself. As both a security officer and an assassin she had to understand each situation fully and control all outcomes. This was never supposed to be her plan. Yet- yet it felt so unbearably incredible. The pleasure, the joy of him.

Boris murmured Russian phrases against her as he drove her wild with his tongue and mouth, sweeping wet kisses up her thighs before returning to her sweet pussy. She could barely comprehend what he was saying between the blood sizzling throughout her veins and the thickness of his accent, but she knew he called her beautiful- and kitten- and more than he'd ever hoped for.

He took his time, using his tongue to separate each fold and lovingly explore each facet of her vagina before returning time and again to her tiny clit, giving it flicks that would cause her to jump and moan in his tight hold. He buried his face in her pussy and breathed her in, embarrassing her. But there was nothing she could do. She was pinned down and he was far too big. She moaned in arousal and distress, arching as he soothed her embarrassment by massaging her clitoris again. Circling and suckling, pulling it into his mouth and using just the barest hint of teeth until she was mindlessly reaching toward a peak she'd never before known. He backed off before she could reach the illusive paradise, like precious candy the Russian monster held just out of reach. She screamed at him.

"Not until I say, moy kotenok," he growled, bringing his head up with a grin.

"I'm not your fucking kitten!" she snarled breathlessly, trying to arch her pussy back toward his mouth.

"Ah, there you are wrong," he sighed, swiping his tongue leisurely from her ass to her clit, making her jerk hard in his tight hold and cry out in frustration. "At the moment, you are very much what I say you are- kotenok."