Page 117 of Silent Heart

Smiling, my lips pressed against his pulse, I ground against him.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” He ran his hands along my side, feeling the slopes and curves of my body.

Moving quickly to strike and gain the upper hand, I threw my leg over his hips, straddling and pinning him under me. Kolya lifted his entire body, plus mine, so that he could roll completely onto his back and center himself on the sofa.

“I’m at your mercy, Harley.” He grinned sleepily. “There’s no escape for me.”

Between my legs, his hard and thick cock pulsed. I rocked against it, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

Those hard hands planted on my waist, forcing me back down as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “Have mercy.”

I let out a devious chuckle. “Maybe I’m more interested in trapping you, keeping you my prisoner.”

“I’ll gladly be your prisoner,” he rasped. “Only, have mercy, Harley.”

Grabbing the hem of my sweater, I tugged it over my head. The red bra was something new I grabbed on our shopping adventure, before we were ambushed at the second little boutique. It was the only item I walked away with that day, andnow to see the heat darken Kolya’s stormy eyes, it was well worth the money splurged.

“Off.” His finger hooked the waistband of my jeans and pulled.

Planting my hands on his chest, I made to move, but he shook his head.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Metal flashed as Kolya whipped out a knife.

I squeaked, backing up as he angled it toward me.

At the noise, he went completely still. “Harley, I swore that I’d never hurt you.”

“I know,” I gulped. “You just startled me.”

“Sorry.” He moved slowly, the knife still creeping toward me.

My eyes flared wide. “What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Getting you naked. Now stay put.”

“Oh, no-no-no!” I scrambled back, but he caught my wrist. The blade dipped under the strap, and a cry of anguish ripped from me. “Don’t hurt it! It’s new!”

Too late, he cut it off.

I pounded my fist against his chest. “I just bought that.”

“I’ll buy you another one.” He slid the knife along my jeans.

“Kole! You can’t go cutting off my clothing!” I protested but didn’t dare wriggle with that knife so close to me. “I don’t have money to buy new things while I’m going to school.”

The knife drew along my second leg.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Harley. I’m going to marry you. What’s mine is yours.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s a little soon, don’t you think? We just got back together.

With a tug, he yanked the cut jeans from my body. His fingers brushed reverently over my thigh tattoo, making me shiver. Once I was naked, a low whistle escaped his lips as he stared at the pretty red cotton panties that happily matched the new—albeit destroyed—bra.

“Fuck, babe. They matched.” Kolya brushed the tip of his finger reverently over the red panties hugging my ass. “Did you put these on this morning for me?”

“It doesn’t matter now, does it,” I sniped. I might be on top of him, but it was clear he was too powerful to ever truly be at my mercy.

His gaze lifted to mine. “Harley, don’t be mad.”

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