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I can’t deny it made me jealous. It shouldn’t, but it did, which is why I punched the bastard. I mean, I also did it to protect Alina. But I could have removed the guy without hitting him. That was entirely for me. Even if the guy deserved it for touching her so crassly.
I can still hear Alina’s sharp rebuke afterward. “Who the hell do you think you are? I was just having fun, and like a crazy man, you had to beat up the first guy who was willing to dance with me!”
I hurt her feelings when I refused her, and as sadistic as it might make me, I secretly enjoy knowing that she wanted to dance with me. Because, God, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and feel the rhythm of the music through her body.
My cock throbs at the thought of holding her, and I grip its swiftly hardening length to ease some of the pressure. A terrible idea, really, when I’m supposed to be forgetting all about Alina and her perfectly curvy body. She’s soft and feminine in all the right places but athletic enough to throw a ball like a softball player and dance for hours at the club.
Feeling her full hips beneath my palms made me want her all the more. And carrying her from the car up to Viktor’s apartment? I felt like I might lose my mind if I didn’t get to have her.
If she weren’t the daughter of my enemy—the man I intend to kill—I wouldn’t hesitate. I would claim her, body and soul, and revel in the victory of holding sheer perfection in the palms of my hands.
Groaning, I start to stroke myself, one hand against the wall as I lean into the water and jerk off at the thought of being with Alina. I would worship her body, every inch, and kiss her senseless as I taste her full, plush lips.
She licks them often, though I’m not sure she’s aware of the tic, and it drives me wild to watch her delicate pink tongue dart out to wet them. What I wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around my cock, to have her golden hair twined around my fingers as I fuck her beautiful mouth.
My hand works faster, my muscles bunching, my stomach tightening as I picture her on her knees before me. And after she sucked my cock, I would lay her across my bed and eat her out. I bet she tastes better than the finest of meals, and my balls throb at the thought of making her groan with pleasure.
I wonder if she’s noisy in bed.
I bet she is, and I would make her scream my name as she came again and again.
The thought of plunging inside her warm depths is all it takes to send me over the edge. With a low grunt, I come hard, painting the tiles of my shower with burst after burst of cum. Breathing heavily, I wait for the relief to come as my heart pounds in my chest.
But what I’d hoped might help clear my head of the girl I’m not supposed to be thinking about only leaves me more frustrated. After imagining what I would do to Alina, I’m more pissed off because I know it will never happen.
Irritated with myself, I turn the water temperature down and finish washing off in the frigid stream. Then I quickly shut it off and step out onto the bath mat. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around my waist and head into the main room of my apartment.
My attraction to Alina is unhealthy. I need to stay away from her like Viktor said, but not for the same reason.
Because every moment I’m with her brings into question my resolve.
I can’t succumb to my desire for her. It will ruin all my carefully laid plans.
As much as I want Alina, nothing is going to stop me from killing her father.
Digging through my dresser, I find a pair of fresh underwear and a shirt. I pull them on and quickly towel-dry my hair before finger-combing it away from my face. Not that it will stay that way for long. My hair’s always been unruly.
As I snag a pair of sweats I usually wear around the house, my phone rings. Pausing, I check the caller ID. It’s Viktor.
“Hey,” I answer as I bring the phone to my ear.
“You have a suit?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, I frown. “Yeah.”
“Good. Put it on and meet me at my father’s house. I need you for a job.”
7
ALINA
Wearing sunglasses to ward off the painful brightness of the late-summer sun, I slump lifelessly in the passenger seat of my brother’s Maserati as he pulls up in front of our house.
“Thanks for the ride… and for yesterday. I had a blast,” I say because I know that even if Viktor gives me a hard time, he went out with us last night to show he loves me.
“You’re welcome. Good luck getting inside without getting caught.” He jerks his chin toward the front door, and I cringe.
Seeing as it’s nearly nine o’clock in the morning, I have no doubt that everyone is already up. I can only hope my parents are too busy to notice me come in—or notice that I didn’t come home last night.
