You Don't Own Me: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (The Russian Don Book 1) by Georgia le Carre Page B
Authors: Georgia le Carre
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eyes and look into his. They stare back at me like beautiful, lifeless stones.
‘Now can we do it my way?’ he asks.
It is like being slapped. He deliberately trapped me into humiliating myself. I let my hands drop away from his face and lean away from him. Inside, my pride and something else are fatally wounded, outside, I show only fury.
‘I think I’m going to end up hating you,’ I spit venomously.
‘There you go. Emotion,’ he taunts.
I glare at him. God, I have never met such an infuriating man. I want to rake my fingernails down his smug, arrogant face, and add another scar to go with the one that’s already there.
Calmly he reaches forward, grabs the front of my blouse, and rips it open suddenly. Buttons fly in all directions.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ I protest angrily, my hands automatically covering my chest, even though he has already seen my breasts bare.
‘What I always want to do when I’m around you. Ravish you.’
‘What, the great Zane needs to force himself on an unwilling woman?’ I taunt.
His eyes glint with genuine amusement. ‘I think we both know that you are not unwilling.’
‘I was willing, but I’ve changed my mind. You’re a cold, unfeeling brute. I don’t know what I ever saw in you. I am no longer willing. So there.’
He laughs. A hard mocking sound. So different from the earlier laugh. ‘Lust and passion don’t come from a tap, American fox. You can’t just turn it off.’
‘Well, I just did,’ I tell him coldly.
He smiles wickedly. ‘So you don’t mind if I put it to a test?’
I look at him suspiciously. ‘What are you planning to do?’
‘If you don’t completely lose your head in the next two minutes you can walk out of this house and never return.’
My eyes widen with shock. ‘What?’
‘You heard,’ he growls.
Two minutes. I can do two minutes. I’m not that desperate. Forewarned is forarmed. I’ll do the same thing he did to me. No matter what I feel inside, I will remain cold and unresponsive. I glance at my watch. ‘Your time starts now.’
He looks at his own watch. ‘It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that—’
‘Of course not,’ I interrupt acidly.
‘Mine has seconds,’ he finishes.
My jaw juts out. ‘So does mine.’
With unhurried movements he unfastens the front clasp of my bra. My breasts burst free, and unfortunately for me, my nipples are already hard. I take a deep breath and sneak a look at my watch. Seven seconds have passed. He takes the globes in his hands and kneads them gently.
I smile tightly at him and he laughs confidently.
Casually, I let my eyes slide towards my wrist. Twenty seconds. His dark head moves downwards towards my chest. He captures a nipple and suckles it, and hot velvet alert! His mouth is so hot and cunning I feel a jolt go right down to my sex.
Shit. You need to find a way to distract yourself.
I close my eyes and try to think of a particularly bad manuscript that I once read. It started off with a sex scene that was so unintentionally funny it deserved some sort of turkey award. The girls and I laughed for …
Oh God! Zane has captured a nipple between his teeth. I turn the moan that rises up my throat into a kind of throat clearing cough. At chest level the slick bastard stops and chuckles. He thinks he is so badass. Someone should tell him, he who laughs last, laughs longest.
His hand starts moving up my thigh and, what the hell? My legs, as if separate from me, part sluttishly to give him access. I lean back on the palms of my hands and close my eyes. Take deep breaths. If he can resist you, you can resist him. You’re not a Fury for nothing.
One finger enters me. Oh. My. God. It has to be at least one minute by now. He slips another finger in. Then his thumb gets in on the act. It starts circling my clit like some sort of killer shark. Damn, if that doesn’t feel good.
My head starts feeling light. Against my will my hips rise up, a little, but
‘Now can we do it my way?’ he asks.
It is like being slapped. He deliberately trapped me into humiliating myself. I let my hands drop away from his face and lean away from him. Inside, my pride and something else are fatally wounded, outside, I show only fury.
‘I think I’m going to end up hating you,’ I spit venomously.
‘There you go. Emotion,’ he taunts.
I glare at him. God, I have never met such an infuriating man. I want to rake my fingernails down his smug, arrogant face, and add another scar to go with the one that’s already there.
Calmly he reaches forward, grabs the front of my blouse, and rips it open suddenly. Buttons fly in all directions.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ I protest angrily, my hands automatically covering my chest, even though he has already seen my breasts bare.
‘What I always want to do when I’m around you. Ravish you.’
‘What, the great Zane needs to force himself on an unwilling woman?’ I taunt.
His eyes glint with genuine amusement. ‘I think we both know that you are not unwilling.’
‘I was willing, but I’ve changed my mind. You’re a cold, unfeeling brute. I don’t know what I ever saw in you. I am no longer willing. So there.’
He laughs. A hard mocking sound. So different from the earlier laugh. ‘Lust and passion don’t come from a tap, American fox. You can’t just turn it off.’
‘Well, I just did,’ I tell him coldly.
He smiles wickedly. ‘So you don’t mind if I put it to a test?’
I look at him suspiciously. ‘What are you planning to do?’
‘If you don’t completely lose your head in the next two minutes you can walk out of this house and never return.’
My eyes widen with shock. ‘What?’
‘You heard,’ he growls.
Two minutes. I can do two minutes. I’m not that desperate. Forewarned is forarmed. I’ll do the same thing he did to me. No matter what I feel inside, I will remain cold and unresponsive. I glance at my watch. ‘Your time starts now.’
He looks at his own watch. ‘It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that—’
‘Of course not,’ I interrupt acidly.
‘Mine has seconds,’ he finishes.
My jaw juts out. ‘So does mine.’
With unhurried movements he unfastens the front clasp of my bra. My breasts burst free, and unfortunately for me, my nipples are already hard. I take a deep breath and sneak a look at my watch. Seven seconds have passed. He takes the globes in his hands and kneads them gently.
I smile tightly at him and he laughs confidently.
Casually, I let my eyes slide towards my wrist. Twenty seconds. His dark head moves downwards towards my chest. He captures a nipple and suckles it, and hot velvet alert! His mouth is so hot and cunning I feel a jolt go right down to my sex.
Shit. You need to find a way to distract yourself.
I close my eyes and try to think of a particularly bad manuscript that I once read. It started off with a sex scene that was so unintentionally funny it deserved some sort of turkey award. The girls and I laughed for …
Oh God! Zane has captured a nipple between his teeth. I turn the moan that rises up my throat into a kind of throat clearing cough. At chest level the slick bastard stops and chuckles. He thinks he is so badass. Someone should tell him, he who laughs last, laughs longest.
His hand starts moving up my thigh and, what the hell? My legs, as if separate from me, part sluttishly to give him access. I lean back on the palms of my hands and close my eyes. Take deep breaths. If he can resist you, you can resist him. You’re not a Fury for nothing.
One finger enters me. Oh. My. God. It has to be at least one minute by now. He slips another finger in. Then his thumb gets in on the act. It starts circling my clit like some sort of killer shark. Damn, if that doesn’t feel good.
My head starts feeling light. Against my will my hips rise up, a little, but
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