On Her Knees by Jenika Snow
6
He’d stayed away from Karina all night, and it was taking Viktor all his fucking control to do just that. The fact was she appeared nervous, and she was just looking at him. He knew it was because of their encounter in his office, and the things he’d said and done to her. Oh, he remembered all of it, every single incredible thing.
All he’d done was smell her, barely touch her, and he’d been ready to come in his damn slacks just from that.
And ever since then he’d been thinking about her, jerking off to the image, the very thought of her, and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted him. He knew that from her reaction at his office. Viktor might have been drunk, but he’d known what he was doing.
He’d practically smelled her arousal, could feel her heat, and he’d known if she hadn’t run off, and if he’d pushed a little harder, she would have submitted, given herself to him, in all ways.
He didn’t need a hardcore BDSM relationship. All Viktor needed was for Karina to be his, and he knew he wouldn’t stop until she admitted that being with him was the right thing to do.
Did he think fucking her would rid him of his obsession for her, get her out of his system? He didn’t know, but he had to find out if being with her sexually was all he wanted, or if Viktor wanted a hell of a lot more.
But the party was winding down, and the ones that were still left were nice and drunk, enjoying themselves, which had been the point—somewhat—of the party. Truth was another part of him had wanted to throw it to see Karina in a more personal atmosphere.
He stood in the back of the room, sipping bourbon from a crystal cut glass and watching her. She had switched to water after her fourth glass of champagne, and right now she was speaking with another staff member, and his focus was right on the roundness of her ass.
It was big, voluptuous, and he couldn’t help the desire that slammed into him. He’d been fighting it all night long, not wanting to get a hard-on, but also a part of him not giving a fuck if anyone saw.
The people she was speaking to branched off in other directions, and she was left standing there alone for a moment. But then she left, and he knew she was heading toward the restrooms in the back of the restaurant.
Viktor finished off his drink and followed her, but he was surprised she was standing in the hall looking at the framed photos on the walls of the celebrities that had frequented the establishment.
They’d rounded the corner, so the rest of the party couldn’t see them with a wall blocking their view, but Viktor liked the excitement that anyone could walk up to them and see what he was going to do to her. He moved closer until he was right behind her, inhaled the sweet, floral scent of her, and couldn’t stop himself from groaning. She spun around, a gasp leaving her, her eyes widening. She pressed her back to the wall, and he couldn’t help but move closer to her.
“I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone, Karina.”
* * *
Karina felthim before she even turned around, but now she got a look at Viktor right in front of her, his hair perfectly styled, his eyes piercing as he seemed to take in every part of her, the scent of him enveloping her in every sense of the word.
He stood so close to her she knew if anyone walked around the corner they’d certainly take notice of the intimacy of it all.
“You thought I forgot about what happened?” he asked, but she could see by his expression he already knew the answer.
“I thought you were too drunk and didn’t remember.”
God, why did I say that?
She could have slapped her hand over her mouth for the words that came out. But Viktor didn’t show any emotion, and instead moved an inch closer to her, lifted his hand, and placed his fingers around her wrist. He had his finger at her radial pulse, and she felt her heart beat faster, all from that small touch.
“I remember everything, Karina, and I want more.”
