Conflicted (Undercover #2) by Helena Newbury Read Free Book Online Page A

straight into my eyes and I felt a deep, hot jolt go through me. I could feel his eyes on my squirming body, on Luka’s fingers buried in me, and I saw a flicker in those normally emotionless eyes. Lust, and maybe sorrow.
    Then he turned and was gone, and I was desperately breaking the kiss. “Luka!” I said, panting. “St— ahh!”
    He’d started to stroke his fingers in and out of me, hard and fast, while simultaneously circling my clit with his thumb. A shudder went through me, the pleasure spinning faster and faster. “You want me to stop?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
    I flushed even deeper as the heat spiraled out of control. Yes. No. I didn’t know what I wanted. We were in public, with people walking past the door and Yuri had just seen us and this was wrong but God it felt so good. I was wetter than I’d ever been, his fingers sliding easily in me and I could feel the hardness of his cock against my ass. But this was wrong. I couldn’t just let him use me like this, all restrained and... trapped.
    “ Nrrrggghhhh!” I groaned. Stars exploded in front of my eyes. My whole body went mannequin-stiff against him, my hips grinding against his thrusting fingers, and his mouth recaptured mine. I panted my orgasm between his lips, my breath coming in shuddering gasps.
    He supported me as I trembled and shook and finally relaxed. Then, as he released me, I staggered forward and my dress fell back into place. I shrugged my coat back onto my shoulders and tossed my hair out of my eyes, and I was decent again.
    Apart from the ripped panties on the floor.
    “What was... that?!” I panted.
    “Didn’t you enjoy it?” he asked innocently.
    It would be ridiculous to say no. I glared at him, but he had that hint of a smile on his lips that completely disarmed me. I settled for, “You can’t just do things like that! People could see! Yuri saw!”
    “So? He’s seen me plenty of times. Sometimes, in the back of the car.”
    So I’d been right about why he wanted all that legroom.
    He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me up against him. Dammit, he was gorgeous and so assured in his power. He knew he could do whatever he wanted. “And usually,” he told me, “the girls are naked.”
    I thought about how I must have looked: dress hiked up, panties gone, his fingers inside me. How was I going to look Yuri in the eye again? I shook my head. Now that the sexual heat had died away, I was starting to get mad. At him, for doing it and at myself, for letting him. I was meant to be on a mission. I was meant to be the one in control. The anger rose and bubbled. I could have said stop but—I flushed—I’d been enjoying it too much. I didn’t know how to say any of that, so I lashed out in another direction. “Is that what I am, then, just another one of your girls to—to fuck whenever you like? Another Natalia?”
    He froze. “How do you know about Natalia?”
    Because I listened to your phone calls. Every drop of blood in my veins turned to freezing sludge. Shit!

 
     
     
     
     
     

     
     
    I thought about saying aren’t all Russian women called Natalia or Natasha? But I was pretty sure that wouldn’t fly.
    “You said her name in your sleep.” It was the first thing that popped into my head.
    He frowned. “I don’t talk in my sleep.”
    I thought I was going to be sick.
    Then he frowned more deeply, looking uncertain. “Do I?”
    Nancy had once told me that the best way to make a lie believable was to believe it yourself, to convince yourself that you were telling the truth. I imagined Luka spooning me, so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. I could easily imagine that sexy Russian accent, muttering a name. “You did last night,” I said confidently. “You kept muttering about her.”
    Luka’s jaw set. I could tell he believed me, but tentatively. He seemed disturbed that I’d supposedly discovered a weakness. “What did I say?” he asked.
    My mind flashed back to all those