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Unbelievable! Since I’d met the man, I thought he wore suits and Italian oxford shoes to bed. I never knew a man could appear this ordinary and still have evil flowing through his veins. That realization was even more scary than the guns I saw yesterday.
He sauntered towards me, taking his time as if he had all the time in the world, and I didn’t know what to make of him, with his damp shoulder-length thick hair my fingers begged to weave into. His intense blue eyes, accentuated by a fringe of long, inky lashes made my toes curl, his powerful strides, and his domineering presence sent a strange ripple up my middle. The shadow of his tall commanding body made me feel smaller than I’d ever felt before.
Liam was only slightly taller than he was, so I guessed he was a solid six-three.
When he stopped in front of me, with his head lowered to assess me, I wanted to do anything but run away. I tilted my head backward, lifting my chin so we saw eye to eye. Amber and blue. Fire and ice.
In that small space, I didn’t know who was who—whether I was fire, or he was? What I did know was that he held me spellbound. Charmed. Needy.
His presence was as magnetic as the pull of the moon, and even if he didn’t feel the tiny sparks in the air or hear the drumming of my heart, I wanted him to touch me as he had done before.
I pushed my bare feet up and stood on tiptoe to encourage him. But he didn’t move, didn’t even bat an eyelash.
His eyes narrowed and he looked at me as if I were a stupid child. And finally, I realized that I was lost in a fantasy. This man wasn’t going to kiss me now. Damn, I'd just made a fool of myself.
When I thought about how he kissed me earlier today, with so much passion, and so much desire, it made me hot all over again. The warm taste of his tongue, the fierceness of his grip, and when his calloused palms slid under my dress...
Jesus. Juliana!
I blinked and cleared my throat.
With one hand in his pocket, he ran a thumb under his lip. I noticed that was a habit he did regularly. Why was I taking notes?
“Funny seeing you here,” he glanced over his shoulder, a sliver of amusement flickering past his eyes when they settled on me. “I could have sworn this was my room.”
I swallowed. There was a playful glint in his eyes. It was the dark type; the type that held promises of torture and pain. He must have known I was trying to escape. His warning resounded in my ears with the same volume and thickness as his accent. And let me make something clear; you cannot escape. Where we are is far from the city... And if you try something stupid, I will kill you.
“It is your room,” I said, and my eyes lowered.
He caught my chin with his thumb and raised my head. “Then, what are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He arched a brow like it wasn’t. I mumbled, “trying to run away from you.”
The playful glint came again and this time, the curve of his lips to his cheeks accompanied it. For a second, I was startled. It was strange to see him smile—or display something that reassembled a smile.
“Do you want to die?” Perhaps it was a grin every psychopath had, right before they mutilated their victims.
My steps faltered backward, but his arm went around my waist, steadying me before I could create any more distance. I tried not to show it, but his touch and the familiarity of his strength turned me on, and I felt embarrassed, as the heat spread like hot lava from my toes to my head.
“Lost your words, krasotka.”
I licked my lips. “What does kra–whatever, what does that mean?”
“It means ‘pretty one.’ You are very pretty, you know?” He crooned, in a soft voice.
I blushed. Call me stupid.
“No, I don’t want to die.”
“Good,” he nodded, holding on to my waist. “There is something you should know. In a week you will wear a white dress and say your vows to me before an officiant. I thought I should prepare you for that.”
White dress? Vows? Officiant?
It took a minute for his words to sink in, and when they did, all the heat I felt earlier was extinguished by an arctic blast. Fright and uncertainty seized me. “Whoa, wh–what?” I stuttered; and splayed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why? Why do you want to marry me?”
He eyed my hands on him with furrowed brows. A look that clearly showed he didn’t like being touched. But for some reason he ignored the contact and held my gaze, he smirked and pulled me even closer. “My feisty, krasotka, because I want you...”
His savage charm rekindled a flame in me again, the warmth returned, and my cheeks burned with crimson.
