Crave (Beneath The Secrets #3)

39. Lara

CHAPTER 39

LARA

Song- Joy Ride, Hueston

With only seconds passing since I hear his bike engine stop, my door abruptly swings open, startling me. He switches on the light, and his face turns red as he runs his hand through his wild hair.

The whites of his eyes flash as he searches the room. I can witness that exact moment of realization when a slight smile forms.

I quickly sit up as he walks in, tilting his head to the side, eating me up with his gaze. Without uttering a single word, he advances towards me, and an electric current crackles in the air.

He stops at the edge of the bed and gently lifts my chin to meet his gaze.

“Tell me what you want. Make it clear for me.” His voice is deep and gravelly.

“Y-you,” I stutter, but hold eye contact.

Slowly nodding, he examines me intensely, running his thumb along my bottom lip while sensually licking his own.

“Me what? Hmm, give me the details.”

Fuck. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

I grin at him. It’s now or never. “I want you to own me. I want you to fuck me senseless, claim me as yours. I want it all, with you.”

With each passing moment, his breaths grow deeper and more audible.

With a tilt of his head, his Adam’s apple becomes visible. “No going back after this, pchelka.”

“I know.”

A rush of adrenaline surges through me, causing my heart to thump loudly and my thighs to clench tightly. God, I want him.

“Hmm.” He tips his head to look at me. I squeal as I feel him lifting me up by the arms, and suddenly my back is against the wall.

“You live for destruction and carnage, don’t you?”

Despite frowning, he still nods.

“Ruin me, Alexei. Shatter everything we thought we wanted and take what we both need for once.”

He runs his fingers through my hair and tugs it back, tipping my face up. His eyes still hold that untamed expression, and his smirk reveals his glinting silver tooth.

“The only way I’ll be ruining you is for every other man. You are mine, Lara Volkov.”

I sink my teeth into my lip.

“Destroy our friendship then. Make me yours.” My breath hitches.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go another second without tasting you again.”

When his lips collide with mine, my heart races out of control. Years of pent-up tension culminate in his commanding the kiss.

In one swift movement, he takes hold of my hip and brings me close, our bodies tightly pressed together. While cupping my jaw with his other hand, he expertly deepens the kiss, eliciting a moan from me.

“More,” I pant.

He pulls away, shaking his head before diving towards my throat.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs while his tongue traces my jawline and his hands slide up my body.

“Fuck, Alexei,” I hiss, my eyes closing as he bites and sucks on my sensitive flesh. “Take me, please,” I whisper.

“Show me exactly how you need it. Teach me how to make you scream for me,” he says against my lips.

As his fingers explore under the lace of my nightgown, I inch my legs apart, feeling the tease of his touch so close.

“You know me better than anyone. You’ll figure it out. I’m yours to do as you please, Alexei.”

“You got it, baby.”

As he kisses me urgently, my fingers tangle in his hair and he fumbles with the straps of my dress, sliding them off my arms.

I’ve never been more soaked in my life. The excitement of having this man worship me is building up.