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I have killed for you. I have picked the bones of living things clean.
A shiver runs down my spine. “Is that what he’s doing tonight?”
Celia makes a show of leaving the room, and I don’t blame her one bit. Not only does this conversation feel like it’s turning to from casual conversation to business, but it’s also liable to get graphic.
Andrei’s eyes hyper-focus on my face. There’s not a trace remaining of the good-natured groom who sat beside me at dinner. All that’s left is the pakhan, the cruel leader of our Russian Bratva.
“No. He’s looking for something.”
Mikhail scoffs loudly. “Or someone.”
I gasp as lightning strikes, zinging up my spine. For Mikhail to respond so strongly, there’s only one person Ezra could be looking for.
My grandmother.
“Who is he trying to find?” I ask, stepping into Andrei’s personal space and hooking my hands over his hips. Leaning against his chest, I stare up at his handsome face.
I need answers, and if Mikhail won’t give them to me because of orders from his pakhan, there’s only one man who can give me what I need.
We stare at each other for a long, tense moment. Andrei’s jaw tics. “What did you tell her, Mikhail?” I expect his voice to snap with anger, but it rumbles like thunder, and somehow, that’s even worse. “I suspected you’d take her on a trip, despite my warning, but if you said something you shouldn’t have...” His entire body tenses beneath mine, his eyes darkening to midnight blue.
He’s staring at me, and I have no doubt that the only reason he’s not breaking Mikhail’s fingers right now is because I’m standing in the way.
I lean against his chest and massage the tension over his heart. “He didn’t tell me anything.” Pressing a kiss to Andrei’s throat, I try to reassure him. “He told me he couldn’t. That you had ordered him not to.”
“That would be correct.”
I lean back far enough to hook my hand on the nape of Andrei’s neck and pull his head down, forcing his eyes on me instead of my suddenly pale-as-fuck boyfriend. “I’m asking you, Andrei. No one else.”
My heart hammers in my chest as he lifts his hand and brushes his fingertips against my lips. “If I tell you, Valentina, you might hate me. You might try to run away again.” His fingers drift to my neck, closing around my throat and squeezing. “Not that you can.” A shadow crosses his face, and fear strikes my heart as he squeezes tighter. “If a ring isn’t enough to bind you to me, I’ll tie a pretty little collar around your neck.” Slowly, he bends lower, exhaling harshly against my dark curls. “I’ll tattoo that perfect skin of yours. Anyone who tries to touch you will know that you’re mine.” His other hand brushes my hair over my shoulder, and he dips lower, kissing the curve where my neck meets my torso. “And if that still isn’t enough, moya zhena, I’ll burn a brand onto that perfect fucking ass of yours.” His words turn into a snarl that makes me quiver with fear.
But fear always turns into a rush of need for me.
I whimper before I can stop myself, and he nips at my exposed collarbone. “Does that get you fucking wet, zhena? Picturing my name all over your skin.” His tongue presses a hot, wet stripe across my bone. “I’ll bury my cock so deep inside you, darling, that you’ll reek of my cum for days. I’ll fill you up every fucking morning so that everyone knows how much of a whore you are for your muzh, your husband.”
Stars dance in my vision as my blood flow restricts, and a needy moan barely manages to pass my lips. I might come like this, and he hasn’t even touched me down there. Desire drips down my thighs. Without my panties as a buffer, I’m mercilessly drenched and aching to be filled, just like Andrei promises.
So much for seducing him for answers. My resolve flickers along with my heartbeat. At this moment, he holds all the power, not me.
He lessens the grip on my throat, and I drag in a greedy lungful of air.
Pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips, he hums softly. “If you try to run, zhena, we will hunt you.” Another kiss, this one closer to the center. “Ezra will track, Mikhail will chase, and I will punish. How does that sound, hm?”
“Delicious,” Mikhail murmurs from behind me. He presses his body against mine, and I can feel his iron desire wedged against my ass. “Please run, malyshka. I promise, I’ll catch you.”
My core clenches at the implication, at what might happen next after he’s caught me.
Andrei’s hand snakes up my thigh, under my dress, and ghosts over my naked lips. He smiles, all sharp canines and wickedness, at what he finds. “I think you like that idea very much.”
He flicks his gaze to Mikhail. “Tell your sister that we’re leaving. I’m taking Valentina home.”
Mikhail doesn’t argue and disappears from the room in an instant.
Removing his hand from my dress, Andrei holds it up in front of my face. My desire glistens on his fingertips. He smears it across my lips before pulling me in for a kiss, this one much harsher than the last. Dominating. Possessive. Sinful.
He tears his mouth away from mine and pushes me a step backward, holding me at a distance as he takes a deep, calming breath. When he opens his eyes, he’s put on a mask that hides every pent-up emotion he let me taste seconds ago.
I lick my swollen lips, ready and eager for more.
