Free Evgeni (Siberian Ambush Book 1) by Lolita Lopez Page B

mother’s car accident, Homer’s murder, her father ruining the family and his cowardly suicide, the disease ravaging her sister, resenting her forgotten dreams and the life she had abandoned to provide for and protect her sister. The realization that the training regimen and lifestyle required for this business had ruined any chance of her ever having a normal life—all of it had welled to the surface with each of Evi’s whacks.
    Relief saturated her muscles and mind as she finally released that torment and resentment.
    Locking eyes with Evi, she felt a bit silly and childish, but his expression was anything but condescending. His thumb gently swiped the tears from her cheeks and he sponged her face with the towel. Brushing his knuckles against her face, Evi uncuffed her wrists, bringing them to his mouth and placing light kisses on the pulse points. He unlocked her shackled ankles and kneaded her tender arches.
    Relaxing, Celia purred and stretched, reveling in her freedom. Behind her, Evi nibbled her shoulder blade, coaxing a languid sigh from her lips. His left hand planted on her hip, he slid the right along the curve of her belly, up her rib cage and between her breasts before turning her chin to the left. Timidly, their lips met, hers wet and ready, his dry and nervous. It was an awkward position and Celia craved more contact.
    Swinging her right leg over the horse, she broke the kiss and dismounted. Evi wrapped his arms around her, drawing her tightly against his chest. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his and daringly pushed her tongue between them. As she ravished his mouth, her fingers curled in his short hair, forcing his face to stay exactly where she wanted it. She released him to slide her hands down his sides, finding his taut ass. She grabbed two handfuls and Evi groaned, impatiently jerking his pelvis against hers, stabbing her navel with the head of his cock.
    The upper hand firmly established, Celia placed her palms against his chest and shoved, knocking him against the wall. Turning her back, she strode across the room, each step burning as the welts on her arches stretched. She paused in front of the same chair from which he had earlier issued his orders. Smirking, she sank into the roomy chair, allowing the cool leather to soothe her sore bottom and thighs.
    An amber gleam caught her eye and she noticed the blade sitting on the books next to the chair. Grasping the hilt, she lifted it in front of her face and ran her finger down the center of the knife, the topaz stone cold and smooth.
    Cautiously, Evi moved away from the spanking horse, edging the bed until he stood opposite her. The irony did not escape her.
    Smiling deviously, Celia pointed the blade at him. “On your knees.”
    Recoiling, Evi frowned and started to protest. His eyes were the most otherworldly shade of amber now and practically glowed. She sensed that vicious beast inside him wanted to be set free. To maul her? To fuck her? To mate her? She couldn’t quite be sure.
    After a short reconsideration, a faint smile twitched the corners of his mouth and he nodded demurely. “All right.”
    Sinking to his knees, he waited for Celia’s next instruction. She noted the space of a dozen feet between them. “I want you to crawl to me.”
    And he did. On all fours, he stopped less than a foot from her. Turgid and flushed, his erection stabbed at his navel, visibly palpitating as blood rushed to fill it. Her left sole still ached so she did what any woman would in that position—she shoved it against his mouth, forcing him to kiss the red stripe. Without further instruction, Evi lapped at her foot, paying special attention to the swollen arch before suckling her toes.
    Quite ticklish, Celia held her giggles in check, allowing herself to acclimate to the odd sensation of a tongue on her foot. Soon, each lick seemed to correspond to her thrumming clitoris.
    Roiled by lust, Celia removed her foot from his mouth and beckoned