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“I’ll let you two get acquainted and sort out the details,” Dmitry says slowly, gaze darting between Frost and I. The unspoken ‘what the fuck’ hangs heavy in the air, but he refrains from comment. “Nat, please let him help.”
Nodding jerkily, I step into Mitya’s embrace, soaking up the familiar comfort of his hug. He holds me tightly for a long moment, his cheek resting atop my head. No further words are needed. I understand his fears, even if I hate the restrictions they place on my freedom.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I turn to face my newly appointed bodyguard, my spine stiffening with determination. Frost tracks my movements behind those mirrored lenses, inscrutable and silent. But the weight of his focus is an almost tangible thing, pressing against my skin like he’s touching me.
Lifting my chin, I stride to the door, the click of my heels against the hardwood unnaturally loud in the charged silence. I don’t need to look back to know he follows, an implacable shadow already bound to me in some inextricable way I can’t wrap my head around.
What the hell have I just gotten myself into?
Two
FROST
Natasha’s ass looks fucking delicious as she struts outta Dmitry’s office. That tight dress hugs her curves like a second skin and my eyes are glued to the sway of her hips. I’m so fucking lost in dirty thoughts that Dmitry’s voice cracks like a whip, halting me in my tracks.
“Frost.”
I clench my jaw and turn around, ready to rip him a new one for interrupting. But the fucker’s got this look on his face, like he’s torn between laughing at me and staging an intervention.
“Jacques?” He’s pushing for a reaction but I just stare him down, letting the intensity bleed into my gaze.
In a heartbeat, my whole goddamn world’s flipped upside down. Natasha is mine. I know it in my bones, with a certainty thatdefies all logic. And I’ll be damned if I waste another second when I could be balls deep, making that official.
Dmitry’s eyes narrow. “You sure about this, brother?”
The loaded question hangs between us. Anyone else, I’d already have my fist in their face for even asking. But Mitya, he gets it. He knows exactly what kinda fucked up, ruthless bastard I am when I want something.
And fuck, do I want Natasha. No, Ineedher like my next fucking breath. I’m rock hard, damn near throbbing outta my jeans. My skin feels too tight, muscles ready to pounce. I wanna get my hands on her, map every inch of silky skin, taste her, claim her so deep she’ll never want another man.
“You’ll keep her safe?” There’s a challenge in Dmitry’s tone but beneath it, real concern.
I nearly fucking snort. It’s not even a question. I’d burn down entire cities, slaughter armies, rip apart any fucker who looks at her wrong. She’s my woman, my future wife and baby mama. The Bratva princess to my Boogeyman. I’ll make the devil shake in fear of crossing me when it comes to Natasha Maksimov.
“Right,” Dmitry says, reading me like a book. “Good luck, you crazy bastard. You’ll need it.”
A hint of a smirk tugs my lips before I turn and stalk after Natasha. My eyes rake over her hungrily, fixing on the mouthwatering dip of her waist, the juicy swell of her tits. I’m dying to peel that dress off with my teeth, get my mouth all over her flawless coffee-and-cream skin.
And her face, fuck me. Wide caramel eyes, plush fuckable lips.I wanna wreck her, make her fall apart on my tongue and cock until my name’s the only thing she can scream.
The need to take her, own her, fucking possess her is overwhelming. I’m gonna mark her soft skin, wrap my fingers around her throat and control her every moan as I ruin her for anyone else. I want her addicted to me, craving my touch like a drug.
Three
NAT
Jesus Christ, where did Mitya find this guy? He’s like every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life - all chiseled jaw and coiled power. Just being near him has my skin buzzing, nerve endings zinging like live wires.
I square my shoulders, lifting my chin as I stare him down. I’m not about to let some walking testosterone factory intimidate me, no matter how ridiculously hot he is. Planting a hand on my cocked hip, I lay down the law.
“Let’s get one thing straight, tough guy,” I say, giving him a pointed once-over. “I’ve got a life and I’m not putting it on hold for you. Work, friends, family, dating - it’s all staying on the table. So you can just deal.”
Something flashes in the space between us, there and gone in a blink. Then, wonder of wonders, his sinful lips actually curve. Fuck me, even that tiny smile is lethal, softening the harsh lines of his face into something devastating.
And don’t even get me started on what it does to my poor, neglected vagina.PAnties ruined.
As if he can read my dirty thoughts, Frost reaches up and whips off his sunglasses in a move that shouldn’t be half as sexy as it is. But holy fuck, the full force of his gaze is like a sucker punch to the gut. It’s intense and hungry, a physical weight as he drags it over my body inch by scorching inch.
I feel naked, laid open and vulnerable under the heat of his stare. It’s unnerving and thrilling all at once, my heart kicking into high gear behind my ribs. I’m not sure if I want to run or beg him to put his hands on me, map my curves with those long, blunt fingers until I’m shaking and desperate.
