Red Alpha: A BWWM Russian Alpha Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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most attractive she’d ever seen in her entire life, the gesture took on an entirely different meaning.
The young woman endured in stolid silence for about ten minutes. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to shut down her body’s responses even as they threatened to overwhelm her. Once the feeling crept back into her limbs, the tips of her breasts began to tingle, and the warmth that had nearly driven her mad in the restaurant slammed back into her belly with almost bruising force. Cadence bit her lower lip, forcing herself to breathe as Demyan asked for her other hand.
Christ almighty…now she would certainly think twice the next time she got the urge to rush out into the street. All she would need to remember was being practically nude in a bathtub while one of Russia’s most powerful men worked at her fingers and she would be embarrassed enough to stick to the innermost parts of the sidewalk for the rest of her stay.
When Demyan’s adept fingers began moving beyond her hands, however – up her wrists and towards the crook of her elbow, Cadence surprised herself with the speed with which she yanked out of his grip, her breath catching in her throat. “ Stop! ”
The demand burst from her – just loud enough to echo around the bathroom and make her face redden at the clear desperation in her own tone. At Demyan’s arched brow, Cadence cleared her throat softly, looking away from him as she crossed her arms self-consciously over her nearly bare chest. “I mean…I think I have it. Thank you, Demyan.”
The Russian hesitated for only a moment before simply nodding as he stood.
Cadence forced herself to exhale a deep, shuddering breath as she listened to him leave the bathroom; and when the door snapped shut behind him, she all but sagged to the bottom of the bathtub.
There wasn’t an English explicative in the book that didn’t run through her mind. She was obviously treading on thin ice here. She let Boykov come onto her once – drunk though he might have been – and now she didn’t protest him seeing her mostly unclothed?
If Cresseda ever found out about this, she would have her head.
With a low groan, the dark-haired woman covered her face with her hands. She would stay in the bath for only as long as it took for her to warm up. Then, she would be up and out. She didn’t need to spend a moment longer than necessary alone with Demyan. Already, Danshov must be wondering where she had gotten too. His meeting must be long over.
Hesitantly, Cadence lowered her hands to one of her thighs. She began to move her fingers in broad strokes over the sensitized skin, imitating the way Demyan had urged feeling back into her fingers and palms. She flushed slightly as she imagined what the man’s very capable hands might feel like in her instead, and the gush of ensuing warmth between her legs had her glad that he’d left the bathroom when he had.
She certainly didn’t need this to be any more dangerous.
Chapter Six: Yield
This had been a bad idea.
Demyan had known it even as he had tossed Cadence into the taxi and requested the driver take them to one of the hotels he frequented when he needed to get away from his obligations. The staff that worked there had a way of…conveniently forgetting when he visited, which suited him just fine. As his own personal funds had all but paid for the most recent renovations to the establishment, he was free to come and go as he pleased.
Though the look of shock on Cadence’s face when he propelled her, unbidden, into a hotel room had been…amusing, to say the least.
A more apt word might be arousing.
She was nervous around him. While this fact in and of itself was nothing special – plenty of people were nervous around him – Demyan found Cadence’s slightly skittish ways to be oddly intoxicating. When he entered a room, almost immediately, she would jump up and leave it. At the sight of him, her spine straightened and she went ramrod straight – almost as if
The young woman endured in stolid silence for about ten minutes. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to shut down her body’s responses even as they threatened to overwhelm her. Once the feeling crept back into her limbs, the tips of her breasts began to tingle, and the warmth that had nearly driven her mad in the restaurant slammed back into her belly with almost bruising force. Cadence bit her lower lip, forcing herself to breathe as Demyan asked for her other hand.
Christ almighty…now she would certainly think twice the next time she got the urge to rush out into the street. All she would need to remember was being practically nude in a bathtub while one of Russia’s most powerful men worked at her fingers and she would be embarrassed enough to stick to the innermost parts of the sidewalk for the rest of her stay.
When Demyan’s adept fingers began moving beyond her hands, however – up her wrists and towards the crook of her elbow, Cadence surprised herself with the speed with which she yanked out of his grip, her breath catching in her throat. “ Stop! ”
The demand burst from her – just loud enough to echo around the bathroom and make her face redden at the clear desperation in her own tone. At Demyan’s arched brow, Cadence cleared her throat softly, looking away from him as she crossed her arms self-consciously over her nearly bare chest. “I mean…I think I have it. Thank you, Demyan.”
The Russian hesitated for only a moment before simply nodding as he stood.
Cadence forced herself to exhale a deep, shuddering breath as she listened to him leave the bathroom; and when the door snapped shut behind him, she all but sagged to the bottom of the bathtub.
There wasn’t an English explicative in the book that didn’t run through her mind. She was obviously treading on thin ice here. She let Boykov come onto her once – drunk though he might have been – and now she didn’t protest him seeing her mostly unclothed?
If Cresseda ever found out about this, she would have her head.
With a low groan, the dark-haired woman covered her face with her hands. She would stay in the bath for only as long as it took for her to warm up. Then, she would be up and out. She didn’t need to spend a moment longer than necessary alone with Demyan. Already, Danshov must be wondering where she had gotten too. His meeting must be long over.
Hesitantly, Cadence lowered her hands to one of her thighs. She began to move her fingers in broad strokes over the sensitized skin, imitating the way Demyan had urged feeling back into her fingers and palms. She flushed slightly as she imagined what the man’s very capable hands might feel like in her instead, and the gush of ensuing warmth between her legs had her glad that he’d left the bathroom when he had.
She certainly didn’t need this to be any more dangerous.
Chapter Six: Yield
This had been a bad idea.
Demyan had known it even as he had tossed Cadence into the taxi and requested the driver take them to one of the hotels he frequented when he needed to get away from his obligations. The staff that worked there had a way of…conveniently forgetting when he visited, which suited him just fine. As his own personal funds had all but paid for the most recent renovations to the establishment, he was free to come and go as he pleased.
Though the look of shock on Cadence’s face when he propelled her, unbidden, into a hotel room had been…amusing, to say the least.
A more apt word might be arousing.
She was nervous around him. While this fact in and of itself was nothing special – plenty of people were nervous around him – Demyan found Cadence’s slightly skittish ways to be oddly intoxicating. When he entered a room, almost immediately, she would jump up and leave it. At the sight of him, her spine straightened and she went ramrod straight – almost as if
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