Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(46)

She couldn’t even f*cking speak.

The phone buzzed again.

“Violet, yes?”

Something was dark in his tone—his words had an edge she hadn’t quite heard him use before. And maybe that worried her a little because she wanted to know what caused it and why.

But maybe the sound of it turned her on a hell of a lot, too.

“Yes,” she said.

“Go.”

Violet didn’t wait around to be told again; she simply pushed off the door the second Kaz lifted the phone to his ear with a snarled, “What the f*ck do you want?”

She felt just the faintest graze of his fingertips slide along the curve of her backside over her dress as she bolted for the back hallway that would lead to the bedroom.

On her way, Violet began shedding the few bits of clothing she had on, leaving them to lay wherever they fell from her hands. If nothing else, Kaz would have a trail to follow, not that he’d need one to find her.

She probably should have asked about things the first moment she could. Like why she was back in New York. Her father. His father.

Everything.

Right then, with the sensation of his gaze still lingering on her body as she stepped into the shadows of the hallway, she really didn’t give a single f*ck.

He’d said the bed, but Violet went to the windows first, a goddamn nagging sensation working its way into her chest as she grabbed the slightly opened curtains and yanked them closed.

There would be no more pictures.

Not again.

Behind her, somewhere in the apartment, she could hear Kaz’s murmurings. Sharp, heated Russian words. He spoke far too fast for her to pull even a single word out of his conversation that she might understand.

Not even a name jumped out …

Despite having taken off all of her clothes except her matching lace underwear set and the suede heeled boots—Kaz had asked for naked, after all—Violet moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down to toe the heeled boots off and kick them aside.

She hadn’t even straightened back up completely before Kaz was darkening the doorway.

And damn, was he a sight.

In just a few short minutes, he looked like he’d walked a f*cking mile to find what he wanted instead of the short distance of a room and a hallway to get to his bedroom. His tie was hanging loosely from his hand before it dropped to the floor and he took a step farther into the room. He’d unbuttoned his dress shirt. Although, guessing by the crumpled look of the silk, he’d actually just yanked it open instead of fussing over the buttons.

And his belt was undone, his dress pants unbuttoned and unzipped, showcasing that hard V of his groin.

Violet knew right then … there would be no softness between them that night, not like there usually was mixed in with the roughness of their f*cking.

It was just that hard glint in his gaze as he looked her over, sliding that silk shirt off his shoulders and down his arms as he walked closer, that told her everything she needed to know.

He missed her.

Wanted her.

Something was wrong, likely.

He wouldn’t want to talk about it.

She really didn’t mind.

“I thought I said naked,” Kaz said, coming to stand in front of her at the edge of the bed.

Violet chewed on her bottom lip, staring up at him. “I’m working on it.”

“Not fast enough. I thought we went over this once—what I ask, you do.”

“No, when you ask, I answer.”

Kaz’s grin grew a little more sinful in the dimness of the bedroom. “Actually, you’re right. But we can work on the other thing, too, no?”

His hand came up, palm cradling the side of her face, and his thumb stroking over the seam of her lips. The second time the pad of his thumb swept across her mouth, he stopped in the middle, pressing down a little to part her lips without even speaking.

Violet complied, opening her mouth just enough to take his digit in and suck, tasting the heat of his skin dragging along her tongue.

She enjoyed nothing more than taking Kaz in her mouth when he demanded it of her. There was never a question, just his sharp words and a husky groan of her name that followed right behind as soon as her lips tightened around his cock.

That was what she wanted then.

That sight.

His sounds.

The taste of him in her mouth before and while he was f*cking her.

It was almost primal, and she loved it.

She hadn’t even said a thing, but the way her gaze flicked down to his unzipped fly must have been enough because Kaz shoved his pants and boxer-briefs down just enough to free his already hard cock in his palm. He stroked himself with a tight fist, bruised knuckles turning nearly white.

That low groan—husky and thick—she wanted to hear was right on the tip of his tongue. Muscles tight and teeth clenched, he watched her from above.

Violet’s stare wavered between Kaz’s face and his hand around his cock.

He lifted a brow at her, almost mockingly.

He knew exactly what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to give it to her.

What I ask, you do.

“Kaz—”

“No,” he murmured.

Violet blinked, and she pressed her lips together when his thumb swept across her mouth again.

Kaz smiled just a little. “Open that pretty mouth for me, Violet.”