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“Maybe.” My lips curve into a small smile as I lower them to her ear. “I’m sure there are plenty of monsters vying to keep you.”
A chill runs down her arms, spreading goosebumps in its wake. I chuckle and blow across her sensitive neck, making her gasp.
The sound is just as delicious as the rest of her. I hold her tighter to my side and ignore the way my cock twitches impatiently in my pants.
It can wait.
“You can’t be serious,” she murmurs, the incredulity in her tone raking against my nerves. I joke about a lot of things, but about how desirable Valentina is?
Never.
“I’m very serious.”
She tilts her head back to glance up at me. “Please. There’s no such thing as monsters.”
Oh, malyshka.
Our breath mingles as we hover close enough to kiss.
On impulse, I brush my knuckles against her rosy cheek. I want to kiss her. Badly. Almost bad enough to say fuck the consequences and go for it, even if she screams. A shiver runs down my spine.
Especially if she screams.
Her words come floating back to me as if in slow motion, their meaning taking far too long to register in my brain.
There’s no such thing as monsters.
What a tempting challenge she’s all but dropped in my lap. To prove monsters exist. It would be so easy.
Her body tenses as she realizes how fucking close we’re standing. She turns her face away from mine and laughs, but it’s forced. I hate the way her voice flatlines.
“What happened to my armed escort?” she asks suddenly, sidestepping out from under my arm and cleverly disguising it as jumping over a puddle of saltwater. “I thought I was supposed to have a guard at all times.”
The air instantly cools with Valentina so far away, and my lips twitch into a heavy scowl. “Cute.” I try not to roll my eyes and barely succeed.
Not only do I carry a semi-auto pistol at all times, but I’ve got a knife strapped to my thigh and plenty of hidden weapons caches around the city. We won’t be wanting for weapons anywhere within reach.
I’m all the protection she needs.
“What?” She flashes a fiery glare in my direction before she catches the look on my face. Her eyes widen, and she nearly trips over some seaweed. “You’re armed?”
What kind of a question is that?
“Of course, I’m armed.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Who did you think you were with, Prince Charming?” I nearly laugh at the thought. Prince Charming couldn’t protect his princess, even if her life depended on it.
He definitely couldn’t press a gun to her lips and order her to suck it like a good fucking girl, either.
My cock stirs at the thought of Valentina stroking my handgun with her tongue. Maybe I’ll test her limits very, very soon.
While I’m imagining her lips wrapped around my piece, her eyes latch on to the side of my face, and it takes me a second to realize why. I’ve still got dried blood on my cheek from when she threw a lamp at my head. A nasty gouge in my forehead, too, if memory serves.
Judging by the look on Valentina’s face, she forgot about it too, and now she knows I’m armed and dangerous. Her eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as she sucks in a deep breath and holds it.
She looks like a goddamned puffer fish about to pop, and it’s probably the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not going to hurt her over a mishap with a fucking lamp.
“Of course not” she snips, her surprise quickly morphing into sass the longer I stare at her. “You’re nothing like Prince Charming.” She whips her braid over her shoulder as she turns on her heel and walks away.
The temptation to snatch her up and devour that smart mouth of hers is like poison in my veins. She’s right — I’m not Prince Charming.
