The Professional (Part 2) by Kresley Cole

Posted January 6, 2014 by Lucy D in Book Reviews, Romance / 0 Comments

The Professional: Part 2

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Publisher: Pocket Star
Publishing Date: January 6, 2014
eBook:  127 pages

Rating:  5 stars

He makes the rules…
Mafiya enforcer Aleksandr “The Siberian” Sevastyan’s loyalty to his boss is unwavering, until he meets the boss’s long-lost daughter, a curvy, tantalizing redhead who haunts his mind and heats his blood like no other. Ordered to protect her, Sevastyan will do anything to possess her as well—on his own wicked terms.

Rules are made to be broken…
PhD student Natalie Porter had barely recovered from her first sight of the breathtakingly gorgeous Sevastyan before the professional hit man whisks her away to Russia, thrusting her into a world of extreme wealth and wanton pleasures. With every day she spends under his protection, she falls deeper under his masterful spell.

Are you ready to play?
Yet all is not as it seems. To remove Natalie from an enemy’s reach, Sevastyan spirits her into hiding. From an opulent palace in Russia to the decadent playgrounds of the mega-wealthy in Paris, the two lovers will discover that even their darkest—and most forbidden—fantasies can come true.

Warning: Review contains spoilers if you have not read Part 1.

Part 1 ended when Natalie and Sevastyan entered the banya to escape the storm, right after Sevastyan ordered Natalie to strip.   As you can imagine, Sevastyan uses the opportunity to seduce and sexual dominate Natalie. When confronted, he does confess that he has been avoiding Natalie at the request of her father.  After Sevastyan confessed to Paxan that he was acting inappropriately with Natalie, Paxan asked that since Natalie was already overwhelmed by all the changes to her life, that Sevastyan give her time to adjust before pursuing her.  Well, time’s up.

Sevastyan was aware the Filip was going to try to seduce Natalie during their ride and he wasn’t going to stand for that.  Natalie and Sevastyan were both well aware that if they had sex, there would be no choice but for them to get married.  So Sevastyan set up his own seduction.  He was going to claim Natalie as his once and for all.

Natalie, as we know, doesn’t like to make any permanent decisions about her future and even though she resists losing her virginity to Sevastyan, he makes a public show that she is his and allows everyone to make the assumption that they have consummated their relationship, thereby forcing Natalie into a corner.  Or so he thought.

Natalie’s father is excited about an engagement between Natalie and Sevastyan, but Natalie freaks out.   Her father offers her the only other choice, he has to sent Sevastyan away.  Now her choice is marry Sevastyan or force him from the only home he has ever known.  Needless to say, Sevastyan is furious that Natalie is resisting him.

While tempers fly, danger is creeping in from inside the secure walls of Berezka.  Travkin, Paxon’s rival, has put a bounty on his head so large that even his most loyal enforcers can’t resist.   Travkin not only wants Paxon dead, but he has offered an additional bounty for Natalie as well.

Time is up for Natalie as her father gives her to Sevastyan to keep and protect.  As they run from Berezka to Paris to avoid the bounty hunters, Sevastyan has no intention of letting Natalie get away from him ever.  He plans to be her first lover…and her last.    Alone with her sexy Siberian, will she be able to resist the temptation when Sevastyan turns her nights into sultry pleasure?

Kresley Cole leaves you on the edge once again.  Whoever is deciding where to break up this stories is an evil genius.  You think leaving you waiting in the bath house was torture, wait until you get to the end of this one. Oh, my God.  It is so wrong to do that to people.  Hell, maybe its Sevastyan since his is the expert of torture. *sob* I need the final part now!

Kresley has way of writing that draws you into the story.  You can feel Sevastyan’s anger that he can’t get Natalie to submit to him and Natalie’s frustration that she can’t break through Sevastyan’s walls.   Let’s not even talk about how hot those scenes are between them, but those of us IAD followers already knew that Kresley is an expert in building the sexual tension between characters.

Received an ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Favorite Scene:

Warning – this one is more x-rated than our usual postings. In this scene, Sevastyan has a phone app to watch the security cameras in the house.

Rising from my command central, I made my way to the bed. As I stretched out across the counterpane, I wondered if he was watching me.

The idea made me shiver. Maybe I should show him what he was missing whenever he left me behind.

He’d watched me masturbate once before, but I hadn’t been able to appreciate it then. Now?

Even if he wasn’t watching, I could pretend he was. Win-win.

Excitement rushed through me as I slipped off my shoes and hose, blouse and skirt, leaving me in only my underwear–a bra and panties cut from transparent nude material.

Lying back once more I traipsed my hands up to my breasts to give them a squeeze, pressing them together and kneading them hard–like I knew he wanted to do to them.

With a sigh, I drew off my bra, twirling it on my forefinger before slingshotting it toward the camera. Breasts bared, I used one hand to tease my nipples, pinching them as he had; my other hand descended down my torso, dipping into the silk of my see-through panties. I left them on–because Sevastyan would still be able to watch my fingers stroking.

The phone beside the bed rang.

Flashing a smirk at the camera, I answered with, “You’ve caught me at a bad time, babe, ring you back in a sec?”

He sounded like he was calling from the car. “Stop what you’re doing, you little witch,” he grated in Russian. So our driver couldn’t understand? “I’ll be home in five minutes–you will wait for me.”

“Or what?” I gave my clit a defiant stroke that made my hips roll. “You gonna make me sleep with the fishes?”

“Do not test me, pet.”

I put him on speakerphone. “You left me home all alone. What’s a girl to do?” Stroke. “Don’t you want to know what I was fantasizing about? It’s you, fucking me senseless.” Stroke. “Oooh. Wait, you don’t do that anymore?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You told me on the plane that women look at you and know they’ll get fucked hard. I’m not seeing it.” Burn!

I could all but hear him grinding his teeth as I continued to finger myself. “Natalie, You are not to come by your own hand.”

“Was that in a rule book or something? I missed our relationship orientation. Come on, play along, Sevastyan. Ask me if I’m wet. No? Then I’ll have to show you.” I raised my knees to my chest, then slipped my panties to my calves. When I rested my legs on the bed, I spread my bent knees, giving Sevastyan a clear view of my soaked curls, which I continued to lazily pet.

He hissed in a breath. “Cease what you’re doing now.”

“Or you’ll punish me? If a dominant like you doesn’t want to see such disobedience–you should stop watching.”

“I’ll never stop watching you. This started with me watching you.”

“That’s right. This is the second time you’ve leered at me masturbating.” Stroke.

“That’s not what I meant. Damn it, woman, you do not want me to lose control.”

“Oh, but I do!” Looked like it was time to bring my A game. Did I have the nerve to do this? What choice did I have? I was playing for keeps. “What if I did…this?” I went to my hands and knees before the camera, so he could see everything. I spread my knees, panties tight around my ankles.

“God almighty.”

His reaction and this bare vulnerability–this exhibition–made my mind spin and my body heat, as if my arousal had just downshifted to rocket forward. Apparently I was an exhibitionist–my blood coursed from the thrill.

No longer was this a game; I was desperate to come.

When I bucked to my fingers, he made a choked sound, then bit off some French command to the driver. Probably to go faster, because a series of angry horn honks followed. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

I was lost to pleasure, flicking, flicking…

“Then put your finger inside for me,” he said in broken Russian. “Be my good girl, and fuck yourself with it.”

With a cry, I snaked my forefinger along my clit toward my opening, curling it between my lips; his heavy breaths on the speaker filled the room, arousing me even more.

When I penetrated myself and began to pump, he rasped, “I’ll show you hard.” The call disconnected.

Only a few seconds later, I heard him downstairs, his boots pounding up the steps to this floor. And for the first time I realized…

I should be afraid.

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