Free Give Me More by Jenika Snow Page B

and started shallowly thrusting in and out of her.
    It didn’t take much for her to feel herself falling over the edge.
    “Come for me,” he commanded.
    And she did. Just like that.
    Zoey came long and hard, and heard him make this serrated sound against her neck.
    “Say it, Zoey,” he said the words as a demand. “Tell me you’re mine.” His accent was thick.
    She gasped as she stared into his fierce expression.
    “Tell me,” he demanded again.
    “I’m yours.”
    “Say my name, baby.” She heard him swallow. “Tell me who you belong to, who you belong with.”
    She bit her lip at the pleasure coursing through her.
    “You.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “God, you, Sergei.”
    He slammed into her especially hard, and she moved up an inch on the wall.
    The world was falling away, and she welcomed it, embraced that darkness. Zoey knew that whatever was happening between her and Sergei, whatever had happened, was not just about this one night of abandon.
    No, this was a forever kind of thing.
    That should have scared the hell out of her, but it didn’t. She let it consume her.

Chapter Ten
     
    The next day
     
    Sergei had left early in the morning, just as the sun was starting to rise. But he hadn’t done the “Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am” kind of thing. No, he’d pulled her close to his naked body, and she’d felt his erection against her lower back. He’d pushed the hair from her neck and placed a kiss there, making her whole body light up despite the fact they’d only fallen asleep a few hours before, and she was exhausted. Then he said he had to get work done, but that he’d see her later. He’d jotted his cell number on a slip of paper and left it on the bedside table before he left.
    Even now, hours later, with a cup of coffee in front of her, and her head not so fuzzy all she could think about was him and what they’d done … what they’d shared.
    It had been real.
    She looked down at her coffee cup—which was her third mug—and watched as the steam rolled up from it. She’d put a lot of cream and sugar in it, so it was more of a light tan color, but it still had that caffeine kick.
    What am I going to do?
    She asked herself that mainly because she knew she couldn’t just walk away. She couldn’t just ignore what she felt for Sergei, couldn’t ignore the electricity they’d shared last night … hell, when she’d first seen him. There was something there, and it was undeniable.
    Zoey also knew this wasn’t just about sex, not for her, and definitely not for him. He’d told her enough times that he wasn’t letting her go, that she was his.
    But his saying that didn’t have alarm bells going off in her head. This wasn’t about him owning her, like she was this piece of furniture in his house. No, this was something more primal, more animalistic. She didn’t even know if she could actually put it into words that would do it justice.
    A knock on her front door pierced her thoughts, but before she could get up she heard the front door opening and closing. A second later Alexa came in with a bag of groceries in one hand.
    “Hey, I tried calling,” Alexa said and set the bag on the counter.
    Zoey picked up her cell, realized the ringer was turned off, and gave her sister a sympathetic look. “Sorry.”
    Alexa started taking things out of the bag: milk, fruit, veggies, domestic stuff that for some reason she thought she should bring over weekly. But Zoey knew Alex liked “taking care of her”, liked being the big sister. Maybe she wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble if the shit with Rick hadn’t gone down, but she also couldn’t deny she liked having Alexa here with her all the time.
    “What’s up?” Alexa said, her eyes trained on Zoey.
    “Nothing,” she said, but even she heard the lie in her words.
    Alexa stopped putting the groceries away and leveled a stare at Zoey. “You’re a horrible liar.” She came around to sit in the chair across from Zoey.