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“I’m not distant and aloof because I want to be,” I explain. “It’s a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close. Then you try to uncover the secret corners of my life—look, no one else has ever been inside this apartment, let alone that room. I can be an asshole at times, and I’m sorry for that, but you need to give me some space.”
“Okay,” Lilyana responds in a small, resigned voice. “I understand, but what happened last night can’t happen again.”
“Jesus, Lili.” I go to the kitchen and open the icebox. “You were scared of the storm, and I slept in the same room to help you feel safer. It’s not a big deal.”
I prepare two glasses of vodka and tonic. Lilyana watches me with a curious expression as though something I said has sparked her interest.
“So, was that what you meant earlier?” she asks.
I place the drinks on the table. “What else could I have meant? All I did was try to make you feel less embarrassed. Anyone would think I’d fucked you, the way you’re making such a thing of it.”
Lilyana’s cheeks flush, and I regret my choice of words, but there’s no taking them back now.
If she wants my body, I’ll worship every perfect inch of her. I can resist as long as she rejects me, but if she willingly surrenders? I’d defy God himself to be the first man to claim her. Lying to Vlad would seem like a minor transgression in comparison.
She bites her lip, and I resist the urge to kiss her. “That brings up a question,” she says, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Are you gonna force me to marry you and make me live a sexless life?” She smiles mischievously. “Or are you gonna let me step outside the marriage? You promised Vlad you wouldn’t take my virginity, so you can’t have it both ways.”
God help me. I don’t have the strength or will to keep that promise, not if Lilyana wants me to break it. Right now, she’s trying to get a rise out of me, knowing if she let another man touch her, I’d break his fingers one by one, his spine after, and his neck last.
Lilyana is a complex blend of passivity and challenge, and that’s precisely why I’m obsessed with her. Or maybe she’s just a tease playing foolish games, oblivious to the consequences.
There’s only one way to find out.
“What are you trying to tell me, baby girl?” I lunge forward, pulling her onto my lap. “That you want me to be the one to make you beg?”
I grip Lilyana’s waist as she straddles me. Her body tenses with the shock of being atop me, but she offers no resistance. I grind against her, my growing arousal pressing firmly against her core as I move my hips beneath her.
“If you want me to take your virginity,” I murmur, “I’ll do it. I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you come again and again until you’re dripping wet and ready to take me.”
She closes her eyes and begins to move, working herself against my length. I’m agonizingly hard; it’d take less than five seconds to free my erection and give Lilyana her first taste.
Fuck. This shouldn’t be happening.
“Say something,” I whisper, reaching between us for my zipper. “Come on, Lilyana. Tell me to stop or ask me to bury my face between your thighs.”
My cell phone starts ringing on the counter, and Lilyana’s eyes snap open as if she just awakened from a dream. She climbs off me and runs into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
I hope it isn’t Vlad; it would be messed up to talk to him while sporting a hard-on caused by his little sister. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the caller ID.
“Raul. What’s the news?”
“Two things. Firstly, I can fix the car, but it won’t be perfect. I can’t imagine you settling for anything less, so I’ve ordered a new one. Secondly, I got the tape you wanted.”
“Great,” I reply. “Excellent work, Raul. Consider my scratched-up car as your fee, and drop the tape at Piccolo Cueco after you close the shop.”
I hang up and redial. Sissi Barone picks up after the fourth ring.
"Arman Nechayev, hello. What can I do for you?”
“I need to do some digging, but I can’t do it myself,” I explain, sipping my drink. “Are you up for assisting me?”
“Sure. We’ll be at your brother’s restaurant tonight—I’ll bring Timur along, and we can work something out.”
I end the call, glancing at the bathroom door. How fucking deluded was I to think I was in control? A few provocative words from Lilyana were all it took to throw me headlong into trouble. If Raul hadn’t called, I might have acted out my favorite fantasy, and consequences be damned.
What exactly is my endgame here? I’m marrying Lilyana and presenting it to everyone as a convenience, a meaningless gesture to ensure her safety while strengthening the Kislev bratva’s power. I suppose I could eventually convince Vlad that I love his sister, but that requires patience, something I’m sorely lacking, especially when she’s deliberately provoking me.
I’m not some kid from her privileged school. I’m a grown man with an insatiable desire for her, and that’s dangerous territory to navigate. Unfortunately, she doesn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. She’s too sheltered, too inexperienced.
