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Stress and worry sluiced off her skin along with the sweat of her last performance in Sleeping Beauty. It seemed insane to think that twenty-four hours had passed. She would have never expected to be spending this time with her estranged husband. Nor would she have anticipated there to be moments of actual enjoyment.

Like when he says those things to me…

Even alone in the shower, the memory of Viktor’s erotic words made her blush. She felt the water stream down her belly and across the smooth, shaved surface of her mound. It tickled the cleft between her nether lips, and she shivered in response. What would it feel like to have a man’s hand there instead of the water? What if that man was Viktor?

There was a low pulling sensation below her belly, and Kira nearly groaned. She had touched herself more than a few times over the years, sure. Siphoning off a little tension here and there was no big deal. What she felt right now did not even compare.

She shut the water off, feeling restless. Getting out of the tub took some maneuvering since she had no towel to dry off with. That appeared to be something completely lacking in this little hellhole. She blotted herself as well as she could using a workout towel from her bag. The tiny square of cotton was out of its league when it came to her hair, however. Kira twisted the mass in several directions to try and wring most of the water out. Bumping her elbow against the sink, she cursed as her not-so-funny bone throbbed.

“Are you all right in there?” Viktor’s voice drifted through the closed door. “Have you been attacked by cockroaches?”

“No, just an abnormally small bathroom!” she called back.

Finally, she was ready to walk out into the living room. She gathered her things and wondered why she felt so awkward. Of course, there was also the unfamiliar sexual awareness throbbing between her legs. She was actually
eager
to see Viktor again. That couldn’t be good.

 

VIKTOR WASN’T PREPARED for his visceral reaction to seeing Kira walk out of the bathroom. First of all, he had never seen her hair down like this before. The wet mass hung all the way down her back to her waist. It was black as night and thick. She was still trying to blot it dry with a tiny towel.

“Beware,” she told him wryly. “If you intend to shower in there, you need the flexibility of a ballerina to do so.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”

She was wearing a pair of soft, loose gray shorts and a pink top with a wide neck that hung off her right shoulder. She had no bra, and her pert breasts bounced lightly with each step she took. As he watched, her nipples beaded into tiny points and pressed against the fabric.

Viktor swallowed. He wanted this woman badly, but she was a virgin. There was a way to go about this that wouldn’t leave them both angry in the end. It would just require a little more control than he was certain he had.

“Come and sit on the bed,” he suggested. “I can help you with that hair if you’d like.”

“Help?”

“I’m assuming you have a comb somewhere in that magic bag. Right?” He kept his tone intentionally light.

“Why the bed?” She looked almost alarmed.

Viktor glanced around the shabby living area. “Do you see a better place to sit?”

“Ah, yes, you’re right about that.”

Kira made her way into the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed. She settled herself near the middle with her legs folded. It was almost impossible to look at her long legs without imagining them wrapped around his waist.

He shook off the primal needs riding him ragged and kicked off his shoes and socks. Next, he took off his shirt, pleased when Kira didn’t make a sound. Climbing up beside her, he took the comb from her fingers and began to untangle her long hair.

The task was truly just an excuse to touch her. He felt her grow relaxed beneath his hands. He gently massaged her scalp with his fingertips as he continued to untangle the length of her incredibly soft hair.

“Kira, this is beautiful,” he murmured. “Why do you never wear it down?”

“I suppose I never think of it.” She gave a half-hearted shrug. “I have to have it in a bun when I dance.”

Viktor wrapped the length of her hair around his hand and moved it away from her neck. Slowly, he lowered his lips to her shoulder where it was exposed by the wide neck of her shirt. She froze at the contact, but she didn’t move away. Then she tilted her head more to give him better access. Viktor smiled. He would use her body’s wants to break down her defenses. That would convince her that physical pleasure was not all bad.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Kissing you.”

“Why?”

“Because I very much want to.” Viktor let his tongue skim her skin, tasting her sweetness. “You’re extremely desirable. Did you know that?”

 

KIRA DID NOT know why, but she felt compelled to make sure he understood something. “I’m a virgin,” she belted out.

“I know that.” He continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, and Kira thought she might melt into a puddle right there on the bed. Then he gave a low, sexy laugh. “I’m not going to take your virginity tonight, but I am going to show you how good it would feel if I did.”

“You can do that?” she asked in wonder.

“If I choose.”

She swallowed back her fear. “Please. I ache, and I don’t know why.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt the heat of his naked chest through her shirt. He placed his lips on hers. The kiss was intensely arousing. She moaned and writhed against him. When her lips parted, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and made her even hotter for him. She twisted her fingers into his hair to pull him closer.

Viktor placed one hand on her belly beneath her shirt. Then he slid it up over her ribs to cup her breast. Still kissing her, he used his thumb to play with her nipple. She arched her back. It felt so incredibly good! She wanted more. And then he rolled her nipple between his fingers, and the sharp little prick of pain gave her exactly what she needed.

Kira gasped against Viktor’s mouth and gave a high pitched cry of shock as her pussy grew hot and wet. Her inner muscles clenched as they ached for something more. She moved restlessly against Viktor. Her hands slipped down to his biceps, and she dug her nails into his warm, hard flesh. He growled and deepened the kiss.

Cupping her other breast, he pinched her nipple until she was all but screaming her approval. Everything below her waist was poised on the edge of something. Her clit burned. It felt swollen. She very nearly wanted to put her hands between her legs herself just for the friction.

“Do you need something, Kira?” His warm voice was almost a tease.

“Yes,” she moaned desperately.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside your pussy.” He whispered the words against her neck. “Have you ever done that before?”

“No.” She moved her hips, begging him without words. “I don’t care. I need you.”

His low laugh made her shiver. Then his hand left her breasts and skimmed down her belly and beneath the waistband of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her pussy was soaked with juices.

“Shaved?” He sounded rough, but she sensed it wasn’t anger. “Sexy little minx.”

He rubbed the top of her mound, and she nearly arched up out of his lap. The sensation was unbelievable. It felt so incredible. Then he placed his hand flat across her nether lips and pressed down. The pressure gave her a little bit of what she needed, but she wanted more.

 

VIKTOR LISTENED TO Kira’s whimpers and nearly lost his tenuous hold on his self-control. Never would he have imagined her to be so passionate in bed. Yet here she was soaking his hand in her cream and nearly begging him to fuck her with his fingers.

Slipping two fingers between her folds, he felt her shudder as he brushed her clit. She was so close to orgasm he would only have to rub her once or twice to send her flying. He knew this would make it easier to penetrate her tight sheath. Even without touching her, he could tell she was delightfully tight.

“I’m going to make you come, Kira,” he promised. “Right now.”

He sank his tongue into her mouth as he thumbed her clit. Her body exploded into climax almost instantaneously. She hungrily devoured his lips, twining her arms about his neck and sucking at his mouth like a little beast.

As soon as he was certain she was in the throes of her release, he sank two fingers deep inside her channel. Viktor felt her stiffen in surprise, but he put his thumb back on her clit and gave her a rub. That was all it took to make her melt around his hand. Carefully moving his fingers inside her body, he fucked her gently until he could feel her inner muscles begin to adjust.

Kira pulled her mouth away from his and let her head loll back over his arm. She panted and moaned as she seemed to utterly lose control. Viktor watched with rapt enjoyment as she began to climb toward another peak. He gave her a little more pressure with his fingers, spreading them apart and then curling them up toward her pelvic bone to find her G-spot.

That was all it took to push her over the edge. Kira screamed as she climaxed a second time. A gush of cream saturated his hand as he continued to thrust his fingers into her body. He felt her tighten so hard around him that he could hardly move his hand. Then her release caused her entire body to loosen.

Viktor carefully slipped his fingers free of her pussy and lifted them to his mouth. Her sweet scent clung to his skin. Unable to resist, he licked his hand clean of her juices. A little gasp told him that she had seen him do it.

“Viktor,” she moaned.

He gently shifted on the bed until he could lie down with her still encircled in his arms. Though his cock was throbbing between his legs, he felt satisfied. Never again would his little bride talk about physical pleasure as something she could do without. He knew without a doubt that he had awakened a passionate desire inside her. She would come to him soon, and she would beg him to sheathe himself inside her body. Until then, he would wait. It would most definitely be worth it.

Chapter Seven

Viktor paced in front of Kira’s dressing room at the theater. He had wanted to give her privacy to get ready for her rehearsal. Now, though, all he could think about was the fact that there was only a thin wood door between him and all that smooth skin. It was very distracting.

“Viktor!”

He turned to see Nicholas striding in his direction. His brother did not look pleased.

Viktor set his jaw and prepared to dig in his heels if necessary. “Hello, brother.” He intentionally stressed their familial connection.

“Reminding me that we’re related is not going to help you right now,” Nicholas snapped. “I need to speak with you. Now.”

Viktor intentionally led his brother a short distance down the hall. This section sloped upward from the underground dressing areas to the stage. There was less traffic, but Viktor could still keep an eye on the door to Kira’s dressing room.

“Now,” Viktor said expectantly. “What is it that you have to say?”

“What you did at the council meeting was inexcusable. You made me look weak in front of the other members. More importantly, you made me look weak in front of Anton Berezin! Do you know what that cost me?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” Viktor didn’t bother to hide his annoyance.

Nicholas grabbed Viktor’s arm. “You will give me the respect that is my due!”

“I give you the respect you
earn
, which at this moment isn’t very much.” Viktor pulled his arm away from his brother’s grasp. “Now what is it you want?”

“I
must
catch this killer!” Nicholas said fervently. “He struck again last night. Anatoly’s wife was attacked.”


What
?” Viktor felt both furious and helpless at once. “Is she all right?”

“Now. Yes.” Nicholas grimaced. “Anatoly got to her in time. You can imagine there was quite a firefight. He said he saw three distinct men. All large.”

“And you want me to do what?” Viktor began to get a bad feeling about Nicholas’s next statement.

“You insist on letting Kira dance? Then let it be of use to us all. We will make her the bait. Send her home. Tell her to keep to her regular schedule. If we are lucky, we can catch the men in the act.” Nicholas shrugged and offered a sly grin. “If you are luckier, perhaps they will have murdered her and you will be free of the fake wife you did not want.”

 “I won’t have Kira hurt because of some stupid plan to catch a killer.” Viktor felt the most intense revulsion at Nicholas’s words.

Nicholas got right in Viktor’s face. “You don’t have a choice unless you want the full power of my sanction coming down on you both.”

“You
dare
to threaten me?” Viktor growled. “Surely you know better what happens to men who make that foolish choice.”

“I am your brother and your leader. You will obey me in this, or you will pay the price,” Nicholas snarled.

 

KIRA POKED HER head out of her dressing room, but Viktor was gone from his post at her door. She felt strangely off balance. She should not care where Viktor was. Yet he had seemed really interested in watching her dance tonight. She had even felt excited about it.

She stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door firmly closed behind her. Suddenly she heard the familiar timbre of Viktor’s voice coming from down the hallway. She went in that direction, heading up toward the stage. Finally, she saw him ensconced in deep conversation with his brother. They looked angry. Her stomach knotted at the idea that she had caused such a rift between Viktor and a powerful man like Nicholas.

“Viktor?” Kira called out softly. “I’m ready to go up.”

He turned around, and there was not a hint of his foul mood in his expression. “My brother and I were just discussing the latest developments in the situation.”

“Oh?” She glanced at Nicholas, but immediately dropped her eyes away from the man’s angry gaze.

“Yes,” Viktor told her warmly. She saw him exchange an odd look with his brother. “You’re going to be going home tonight after practice.”

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