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Yep. I’m certifiably insane.
My heartbeat quickens, and I chew on my lip, considering the question I’m most eager to know. “Why me?”
He picks up a pastry and hands it to me. But when I reach up to accept it, his fingers brush against mine, reaching to run along the artery on the inside of my wrist. I freeze, letting his fingertips explore my soft flesh.
Glancing at the breast pocket of his blazer, I wonder if the knife he used to taste my arousal is in there. All he would need to do is reach in to grab it, and he could slice my artery open. I’d bleed out all over the table before collapsing dead on the floor.
I shudder, yanking my arm back.
“Take a bite,” he says. His low voice goes straight to my core and makes me clench with desire.
I’m playing with fire here. One minute, I’m trembling in terror, and in an instant, he has my panties drenched. And I hate how he has this much power over my body, to make it react in ways I don’t want it to.
I know I shouldn’t give in to Aleksandr Kurochkin. He’s dangerous, he’s unpredictable, and he’s a fucking psycho.
And yet, my body betrays me over and over again, completely ignoring all the red flags and blaring alarms ringing in my brain. It makes me act in erratic ways when he’s near.
Bringing the piroshki to my mouth, I stick out my tongue and lick the buttery dough. His gaze darkens as I do obscene things with the pastry, including sticking the end of it between my O-shaped lips. I suck on it, keeping my eyes transfixed on his, before taking an aggressive bite. The dough rips between my teeth, and as I chew, I bring my finger up to the corner of my mouth to wipe it clean.
And when I stick it into my mouth to lick it, Alek runs his hand across his chiseled jawline. He sets his cigarette in a glass ashtray on the table, the smoke curling up to bring his face into hazy focus.
Turning the tables on him, making him feel what I feel when he’s close, is my new favorite hobby.
I finish chewing the pastry and swallow before giving him a seductive smile. “Answer my question. Why me?”
“Because,” he whispers, his voice reverent. “Look at you. I see the same darkness in you that’s in me. I’ve never met anyone so beautiful on the outside, but dark and twisted on the inside.”
I flinch. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
In a second, he lunges out of his chair and is standing in front of me. One of his palms slaps the wall behind my head, while the other grabs the end of the table. I’m trapped in the corner with no way out.
“You love it when you’re afraid of me,” he growls. “Like now. You don’t want the silly little boys you’ve been stringing along, the ones you’ve used as an escape from the darkness that threatens to consume you. You want a man to possess you, to tap into your deepest fears and desires and twist them into pleasure like you’ve never known. It’s why you’re drawn to me, and I to you.”
He grabs my wrist and brings it to his groin, cupping my hand over his thick hardness. I suck in a sharp gasp as my pulse quickens, my eyes held hostage by his hooded gaze.
“Do you feel what you do to me, malishka?”
He closes his hand over mine, forcing me to squeeze his bulge until it pulses beneath the fabric. “I’m not here to tell you to run from your darkness. Embrace it. Lose yourself in it, and I will take you to places that only exist in your nightmares. That is where you’ll find the pleasure you so desperately crave—the pleasure only I can give you.”
His face is only inches from mine, his ragged breath fanning my face as he stares into my soul.
Here, like this, his words touch the darkness deep inside me, the darkness I’ve tried to suppress… the darkness that almost won today.
I’m scared to face it, but maybe I’m supposed to lean into that fear.
I need to stop letting it control me. I need to bask in it, to rule over the dark domain within me instead of running from it.
And Alek is the one person who can show me how.
Chapter 15
Willow
The Maserati zooms through the quiet streets of Olininburg. Alek’s left hand is draped over the steering wheel, while the other is placed on my thigh.
I’m still not certain what we are to each other. This has to be some massive joke, and I’m the one being played. It’s just some scheme Alek and his friends cooked up to torment me.
And yet, he’s shown me more kindness today than he ever has. Sitting here in such close proximity to him is both thrilling and terrifying.
