After running from an abusive relationship, Zoey tries to regain control of her life in a new town. She begins to find reasons to move forward, but Zoey can't ignore her arousal for a dark and mysterious man—one that is clearly dangerous.
The moment Sergei sees Zoey, he wants her. She's vulnerable and timid, but she has a strength behind her eyes. Zoey's a fighter, a warrior, and he wants her for more than just a night in his bed. But how will she react when she finds out he’s part of the Bratva—the Russian Mafia?
Zoey knows who and what Sergei is, and even though she should be terrified, she can’t help but be drawn to him. It isn’t until her past comes back to haunt her that she truly sees the type of man Sergei is, and the lengths he’ll go to protect her.
“You feel so fucking good pressed against me, Zoey.”
She could only moan in agreement.
Sergei delved his tongue between her lips, and she greedily accepted the kiss. He smelled good, like cologne and a hint of spicy cinnamon. The way he slid his hand down her cheek, over her throat, and around to the nape of her neck had everything in her turning to mush. He curled his fingers around the back of her neck, pulled her head closer to him, and really devoured her mouth then.
He grunted. “So. Fucking. Good.”
One second they were kissing, and the next she felt the chill of the air move along her exposed mouth as he stepped away. He was breathing hard, his massive chest rising up and down as he stared at her.
Zoey brought one finger to her lips and lightly laid it on her bottom one, feeling the flesh tingle where Sergei had just been fucking her.
And that’s exactly what he’d been doing to her mouth. Fucking it.
Before she knew what in the hell was going on, he had his chest pressed to hers again. “I wanted to go slow, to take my time with you, but fuck, I can’t, Zoey.” He gently pushed her against the side of the house again and pressed his mouth over hers once more, this time with abandon, heat, and determination.
It was a pleasure so intense she couldn’t even contemplate how the sex would be with him. And she wanted to have sex with him right now, right here.
Tilting his head to the side and pushing his tongue back into her mouth, he fucked her there. Sergei moved his tongue in and out, ran it along the interior, and groaned deeply. Vibrations from his chest went straight into her body.
“Tell me you want more,” he said harshly against her mouth.
“I want more,” she said without thinking, without worrying about anything else.
He ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sliding it gently against the seam of her mouth, urging her to open for him again. Zoey couldn’t deny him. She didn’t want to. Opening her mouth and accepting him in was just the tip of what she wanted to do with him. And when his tongue ran along hers she greedily sucked on his.
He growled—actually growled.
So many other sensations and emotions filled her. Sergei was thrusting against her belly in steady movements, pressing his hard dick into her, and making her pussy clench with the need for something thick, big. The rhythm of his rock hard dick rubbing against her made Zoey thrust her chest against his, wanting to feel every hard part of him on her body. Even through his slacks she felt the length of his dick.
He was huge.