Cole, Kresley - The Game Maker Series 02 - The Master by Cole Kresley

Author:Cole, Kresley [Cole, Kresley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781471113895
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
Published: 2015-02-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

Sevastyan was setting me up for a crash landing. And I resented it.

As I changed into my new running gear, I recalled awakening this morning—cocooned by his warmth, his arms like a shield around me.

Before him, I’d been cold and alone and wary. Guess what Catarina was returning to in four days.

It’d be all the worse because I’d tasted a different life. I’d tasted the wickedest pleasures.

Yesterday, he’d kept me in the belt for only a couple of hours, both of us too miserable to deny ourselves for much longer. I’d been on fire, and he’d been more than my match, taking me four times over the afternoon and night.

His shower play and the second addition to the belt had left my bottom sore today—but the constant reminder of what he’d done to me turned me on anew.

A brilliant, gorgeous, billionaire sex god shouldn’t amuse himself by playing with a woman’s feelings. Maybe I’d made an error deciding on this retreat. He would let me go on the twenty-eighth—of that I was sure. If the boundary between our bodies had fallen, somehow I had to maintain the one around my heart until then.

With that thought in mind, I snagged the marker I’d hidden in a shoe box, then marched to the master bathroom to add one more slash.

Beside my marks on the mirror, the bastard had written: It’s so good you should be paying me.

I could all but hear him saying that in his seductive devil’s voice, and it made me tremble. How dare he take over the mirror! That was my gig! Narrowing my eyes, I drew a seventh slash, then wrote: You’re gonna miss this ass when it’s gone.

I left the marker by his toothbrush—your move, Ruso—then marched to my treadmill, intending to make a racket. He slept on, arm stretched out, again as if he reached for me.

My chest went pang. My mind went pendejo!

He’d probably be pissed that I woke him so early on Christmas Eve day. His mood had continued to go downhill—hourly, it’d seemed. But I didn’t care. If he was bothered, then he should sleep in the master suite—instead of getting me used to his big, warm body spooning me all night!

With the room’s remote control, I opened the curtains, revealing the ocean. Today was a Miami stunner. Early morning sunlight glimmered over the ripples on the water’s surface, making them look like diamonds.

Now that I’d feathered my gilded cage, the tower was a dream. Here, I had running, swimming, business journals delivered every morning, a new wardrobe, and an endless supply of decadent food.

Oh, and a dream lover. Except for the fact that he would soon return to Russia, leaving me behind.

I was all but teed up for a crash landing, might as well dive from this tower myself.

With a series of beeps, I angrily set up my workout and the heart-rate monitor. When I started a walking warm-up, I felt his gaze on me.

“Why didn’t I buy you a treadmill on day one?”

I glanced over my shoulder.

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