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He came to me and gripped me by the wrist, leading me back upstairs with such speed that I had to run to keep up with him. He dragged me inside my room and banged the door behind us. “What the heck do you think you are doing?”
“What the heck am I doing?” I couldn’t tell if he was upset that I left the room or for another reason. Maybe he thought I was eavesdropping.
His eyes fell on my breasts and lingered there for a moment before trailing down the rest of my body. “You can’t just walk around my house with that tiny piece of fabric around your waist and no bra.”
Was he being serious? A small laugh escaped my lips. “That’s considerate, considering you asked me to strip in your office not too long ago.”
“You’re not very smart, malysh.” He pulled my hands away from my breasts and shamelessly glued his eyes darkly on them as if he had the right to. I hated how my body was reacting to his gaze. “You’re mine now, I’m the only one who gets to see you naked.”
“I didn’t give you permission to do that,” I yelled. “I didn’t accept to be your wife.”
“I don’t need your permission, malysh,” he retorted. “I take whatever the fuck I want, including you.” Yeah, he said it like a true Levov would, egoistic and possessive.
“What do we do then?” I closed the space between us. Lions mostly only attack humans when they perceive fear after intimidating them—Andrei here was no different from those proud animals, and neither was I. “What if I also want something from you?”
He held me in a chokehold, gentle enough to not squeeze the life out of me, yet strong enough to send a ball of fire running to my cheeks, making me want to melt. “All you have to do is ask me, malysh.” He moved so much closer that my breasts were pressed against his strong abs. I could have a fucking orgasm just being that close to him, I swear it.
“I’ve asked, you refused.”
“Because you did not give me the answer I needed. Who hurt your back like that, malysh?” His dark gaze was locked on mine, gloomy, as if he would ready his gun and set out for battle if I just mentioned a name.
“I’ll tell you, but I must be certain you’re on my side first.” Even though I am not on your side.
“Horosho.” Fine. He released his chokehold on my neck. “You will stay here till the day you decide to tell me who hurt you.”
“I’ll need some comfy clothes if I’m to stay.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. What the hell did I just say? Why did I even consider staying?
Andrei left the room and returned with a pile of neatly folded clothes, all black and white. “Wear these.”
Are those his clothes? They smelt just like him. Was I going to wear Andrei-freaking-Levov’s clothes? I was getting more excited than I needed to be—which was probably zero excitement because who gets excited just wearing their captor’s clothes?
“Will these do?”
“I will manage with them for now,” I replied as I unfolded them, seeing that they were all designer clothes, just the way I liked my clothes to be. Turned out Andrei and I had something in common other than the New York dark underworld we were both involved in.
Andrei leaned on the wall, watching me as I put on a pair of black baggy shorts and an oversized sleeveless shirt from the pile he brought in. “You didn’t thank me, malysh.”
Truth, I hadn’t even had time to address the way he called me “malysh.” I was not a child, especially not his, and I hated how he somehow had fun calling me that. “I suppose you know my name.”
He shrugged. “I do.”
“Then call me by my name.”
“I won’t.”
I gave him a death stare, calculating how much strength I’d need to exhaust before I reached where he was standing across the room and squeezed him to death. Fucking psychopath. “I should call you ‘daddy’ since you insist on calling me a child.”
His eyes sparkled mischievously as if he had a different interpretation for that word. “I like the sound of that.” Sunlight spilled inside the room from outside, illuminating his white shirt and showing a not-so-clear view of the tattoo on his chest, but clear enough that I forgot how to breathe for a good second. God, this older man was gorgeous, and I wasn’t even ashamed to admit it.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?” I said with a frown as I sat at the vanity. “How long have I been here?” I opened the vanity to search for a brush inside.
“A week.”
I raised my head at him so quickly that I feared the bones in my neck would crack. “A week?” I had been so comfortable since I woke up that I hadn’t even thought of my papa; he’d be looking for me right now and only God knew what he’d do when he got to know where I really was.
A war between the two families was not what I anticipated when I left home that night. My throat became as dry as a desert and I flew to my feet. “My papa, he’ll be looking for me right now.” I held his gaze. “Imagine what he would do if he found out you took me against my will and married me.”
Andrei narrowed his eyes at me as if I was speaking jargon. “Dante Paolo?”
