Midnight Alpha (7 page)

Or his bed…

“Are you feeling unwell this evening, Miss Miller?” his voice lowered softly.

“I… No, I’m quite well, thank you, Mr. Markovic,” she came back haltingly, followed immediately by her telling herself to get a grip, that he was just a man—

Just a man? Gregori Markovic wasn’t
just a man
, he was sin incarnate—at least, he made her want to commit sin incarnate, which was the same thing, wasn’t it?

She simply didn’t react like this to men. Yes, she’d had her share of boyfriends, had even had three relationships in the past five years that had gone further than just dating. But none of those men had made her feel like Gregori did with just a glance of those hypnotic dark eyes. As if she wanted to throw off all her clothes and shout for him to take her—

“Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Markovic?” Rick Turner thankfully broke the silence as he moved solicitously down the bar to look enquiringly at their employer.

“No, I’m good. Thanks, Rick.” The older man assured smoothly as he stood up. “Could you get someone else to deliver those drinks, I believe it’s time for Miss Miller’s break now?”

Gaia gave him a startled look. How on earth did he know it was time for her break?

Because he’s the boss, stupid.

Well, yes, he might be, but there were over fifty people working in and around the nightclub and casino, so why did he know specifically when
her
break was?

Because he made it his business to find out.

Why?

“Shall we go?”

Gaia’s eyes widened as she realized that while her mind had wandered, Gregori had moved down the bar and now stood just inches in front of her, a look of expectation on his face.

Her tongue felt too dry for her to be able to moisten her lips with it. “Go where?”

“My office.” Hard and mocking amusement now glittered in those dark eyes.

His office. On the third floor. Far, far away from the noise of the nightclub downstairs. And other people. So far away no one would be able to hear her screams.

Would her screams be ones of pain or pleasure?

Oh God…

Chapter 5

Gregori kept a firm hold of Gaia’s arm as the two of them traversed the casino together, Gregori nodding acknowledgement of several people he knew personally but unwilling to allow himself to be drawn into conversation with any of them.

He could also tell by the tension in Gaia’s arm that, given the opportunity, she was going to bolt. It wouldn’t do her any good, of course, because Gregori would only track her down, but he would prefer not to have to do that.

He wasn’t in the best of moods tonight as it was, having spent far too much of his day thinking about Gaia Miller rather than getting the sleep he required to get through the long night ahead. An ice-cold shower before coming to Utopia tonight hadn’t helped in the slightest either, when he’d only had to take one look at Gaia on the security monitor for his arousal to return with a vengeance.
 

He had spent the past two hours continuing to watch her as she moved smoothly and efficiently among the patrons of the casino serving their drinks. Once again wearing those four-inch-heeled, fuck-me shoes that he wanted to feel digging painfully into his back as he thrust deep inside her.

Finally he hadn’t been able to stand his lonely vigil any longer and had gone downstairs in search of her.

His mood of frustration wasn’t helped in the slightest as the two of them now stepped into the close confines of the elevator together, although Gaia took the opportunity to release her arm before stepping away from him as the doors closed.

There was no way, in the enclosed space of the elevator, that Gregori could avoid smelling the lightness of the perfume she wore, as well as feel the heat of her body.

The heated arousal of her body?

Her arousal was a delicate, musky smell that teased his senses and caused his cock to swell, to thicken and lengthen inside his boxers. Telling him that he was about to do something incredibly stupid. Something that had been building inside him since the two of them parted so tensely in the early hours of this morning.

Something as undeniable to Gregori as breathing…

He waited only long enough to close his office door behind them before turning to slam Gaia back against it and claim her slightly parted lips in a crushing, hungry kiss.

Oh God, her lips tasted and felt even better beneath his than he had imagined they would—and he had imagined kissing her and a lot more besides during the past nineteen hours.

Gaia seemed too stunned to respond at first, but then her body relaxed into his and her lips parted on a sigh, allowing his tongue to move over the softness of her lips before exploring and then claiming every hot and erotic dip and hollow of her mouth.

Gregori’s hands moved up to become entangled in the soft silkiness of her hair, and breathing deeply through his nose, he held her prisoner so that he could plunder that heady sweetness, tongue gliding alongside hers, tempting, enticing, needing—God, he needed…

He gave a groan as her tongue touched and then stroked along the length of his, tentatively at first, and then more aggressively as she followed that temptation and her tongue entered his mouth.

Gaia had lost every ounce of resistance the moment Gregori’s lips touched hers, groaning her surrender as she returned the scorching heat of his kiss.

Nothing else existed but the two of them and this moment in time, mouths hungry for each other, her hands moving beneath his jacket as she restlessly caressed the lean length of his back, impatient with the clothing that separated her from touching all that muscled heat.

She groaned as Gregori broke the kiss to taste the length of her arched throat, only for that groan to become a gasp, half surprise and half arousal as Gregori gripped the two sides of her shirt and ripped the material apart, buttons flying about them haphazardly.

There was none of the cold and controlled Gregori in this wild and out-of-control man, his eyes the color of a moonless night as he gazed hungrily down at the heavy fullness of her breasts cupped in white lace.

That dark gaze moved back up to her flushed face. “I’m going to rip your panties off now and fuck you up against this door,” he growled in warning even as he began pushing her skirt up her thighs.

He was unrecognizable as being the man who had dismissed her so coldly this morning. Gaia couldn’t understand why she had ever thought his eyes were a cold matte black: at the moment they were deep wells of dark fire—hot, searing, and utterly possessive.

His hand was a hot caress against her flesh as he grasped the top of her panties and ripped them away as if they were tissue paper rather than lace. “Sweet fucking hell!” he groaned as he looked down hungrily at the fiery red curls he had exposed. “Maybe I’ll just feast on you here for a while before fucking you!”

Gaia was too mesmerized by this man’s unbridled passion, and by her own response to it, to do more than whimper as Gregori fell to his knees in front of her, unashamedly breathing in her scent as his fingers parted her curls and completely exposed the swollen nub of her clitoris.

“You’re beautiful!” he groaned before his mouth claimed her, tasted her, tongue caressing that ripe, sensitivity berry even as one of his hands now moved between her parted thighs. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, Gaia,” he murmured in appreciation as his fingers stroked her there. “Undo your bra for me and let me look at those pretty nipples.”

Her hands moved instinctively to do as he instructed. She felt as if she were locked in another reality, one where the suave and sophisticated, utterly controlled Gregori Markovic became someone else entirely. A man who spoke dirty and made love in the same way, giving no quarter, wanting it all and determined to take it.

In the same way Gaia ached to give it to him.

“Move the lace aside—God, yes!” He straightened until his face was on level with her bared breasts, holding her gaze with his as his tongue snaked out and licked and rasped moistly over one exposed nipple before moving to suckle its twin.

Gaia gasped sharply as he drew her in deeply, just short of pain. He growled his approval as there was another hot flow of her juices against his fingers. He lightly caressed her clit and swollen labia, causing her back to arch as she silently pleaded for deeper contact.

“Beg me, Gaia,” he encouraged throatily. “Beg me, damn you!”

“I—” She rolled the back of her head from side to side against the door. “No!”

His eyes darkened as his mouth closed over the whole of her nipple and the surrounding areola, suckling hard and deep, drawing hungrily, relentlessly on that sensitive peak until Gaia began to groan with each heavy drag on her swollen flesh.
 

“Gregori! God
yes
, Gregori…!” Gaia was so aroused she wasn’t sure if she was pleading for her release or for more, only to groan long and deeply as she finally—finally—felt two of his fingers thrust up inside her dripping channel.

She felt as if she was going out of her mind with pleasure as Gregori added another finger, stretching her as he thrust into her again and again, his thumb pressing and rolling her clitoris at the same time as he continued to alternately suckle and bite her nipple.

It was too much—Gregori was too much—

Her orgasm hit her with the force of a heavy wave washing over her, almost knocking her off her feet and taking her along with it, Gaia’s fingers clinging to the broad width of Gregori’s shoulders as she came in tortuous, gut-wrenching wave after wave of pure pleasure.

And still Gregori wasn’t finished with her as he remorselessly continued to caress and suckle and thrust, taking her to that place time and time again until Gaia’s breath was nothing but a gasping sob, fingers too weak to cling to his shoulders any longer, her legs collapsing beneath her and she began to slide down the door to the floor.

Gregori caught her beneath her arms and knees before lifting her up and carrying her across the room, his face flushed, dark hair tousled, his lips slick with her juices.

Gaia’s body had the consistency of a rag-doll as he sat down in the chair behind his desk and placed her on top of him with her legs straddling his thighs. She watched in fascination as he unfastened his trousers to release the long, hard length of his fully aroused cock.

A beautiful hard and silky cock, perfectly curved for penetration.

“There’s a condom in the breast pocked of my jacket,” he encouraged throatily.

Once again Gaia obeyed, even as a part of her wondered if he always had a condom in his jacket pocket or if he had known, planned what was now happening between the two of them. At the same time she questioned what had happened to her willpower, let alone her sense of self-survival. This was Gregori Markovic for God’s sake—

“Put it on me, Gaia. Now, before I come all over you!” he added harshly as she fumbled unwrapping the foil.

She had never done anything as intimate as putting a condom on a man before, and it was an intense intimacy. Gregori’s head lolled back against the chair as he watched her place and then roll that thin barrier down the length of his leaking cock.

“Tell me you want this,” he encouraged through gritted teeth, dark eyes glittering like the night. “Tell me, Gaia,” he grated harshly. “Fucking tell me!” His hands reached up and grasped her arms painfully as he forced her to look at him.

She did want him. She wanted Gregori inside her so badly she ached with the wanting. Just as she wanted him to stretch and fill her. To feel him so deep inside her there was no space between them.

At the same time as she knew she couldn’t do this.

Maybe it was the fact that Gregori was still fully and meticulously dressed in his tailored suit, shirt and perfectly knotted tie, while she was a mess in her ripped clothes and no panties, her bared and red and sore nipples, the curls damp between her thighs, but whatever it was, she suddenly realized this wasn’t her, damn it.

She didn’t have wild sex with a man she had only known for twenty-four hours, let alone one as unpredictable and powerful as Gregori Markovic.

Gregori knew the exact moment Gaia came to her senses—not the same senses that had allowed him to suck her nipples and finger-fuck her—and knew before she spoke that she was going to refuse him.

His cock felt as if it was about to explode, and the wariness in her eyes and sudden pallor of her cheeks told him that for her the moment was over.

His control was balanced on a knife-edge and she was going to say no to him.

He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of her as he dragged first one, and then another labored and controlled breath into his starved lungs, desperately trying to come back from that edge, to not behave like the animal she obviously thought he was.

Except he was, of course. They were all animals, with just a veneer of civilization painted over them. For Gregori, at this particular moment in time, that veneer was extremely thin.

Damn it, he could still taste her on his lips and tongue, his fingers were still sticky with her cum, and if he opened his eyes he knew she would look just as disheveled as she had seconds ago: her hair a loose tangle, her bra unfastened and pushed aside to reveal her lush breasts tipped with equally large nipples, her pussy visibly red and slick as she straddled his hips, those red curls damp and oh-so-sweet smelling.