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I feel like I’m missing something monumental. Like, somehow, I should know him. But I don’t. Maybe it’s just the way he seems to be looking into my soul right now, and giving me a glimpse into his.
Or maybe he really is crazy.
He’s my enemy, and I won’t forget that. Ever. No matter how much he affects me physically. That’s just biology, nothing more.
Abruptly, he stands with me in his arms. “It’s time for bed.”
Cold reality washes over me and dread settles deep in my stomach. Bed—with him.
Last night I barely slept at all for fear that I’d wake up to him assaulting me. He never touched me, and in the morning I woke to find him gone, but fresh flowers, tea, and my favorite biscotti were on the nightstand.
He’s so confusing. So sweet, yet so infuriating.
I’m his prisoner, there’s no denying that. Yet, up to this point at least, he’s treated me like… I’m precious to him. It’s unnerving. I don’t know what to think.
Like right now, I’m wrapped in his jacket as he carries me through his club to the elevator. I loop my arms around his neck. His body feels strong, solid against mine. If the circumstances were different I’d consider this moment romantic.
But they aren’t different. And this isn’t romantic.
Even when we enter his penthouse, he refuses to let me down, instead carrying me into our shared bedroom where he sets me on the top of the comforter. He reaches for my cheek and I recoil from his touch.
His hand drops, and he sighs. “Let’s get one thing straight, kisa, I’m not going to force myself on you. I like my women willing—more than that, I like them begging for my cock.”
My cheeks flush at his vulgar language, even as heat pools between my legs. Why does he have this affect on me? I don’t like foul-mouthed men.
“So until you’re on your knees, begging for my cock inside your sweet pussy, that’s not going to happen. Do I make myself clear?”
Hurriedly, I nod.
“Use your words, wife.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I understand.”
“Good.” He starts stripping right there in the middle of the room. First his shirt comes off, exposing his tattoos, then he kicks off his boots. His hands start in on his jeans and I know I should look away but I can’t quite do it. He slides the zipper down and frees his erect cock.
My lips part with a mix of shock, horror, and awe. It’s thick and veiny, bobbing as he slides his jeans off. Is he still hard because of me? Why?
His low chuckle sends a flush over my entire body, and finally I avert my gaze.
“I won’t force you,” he says, humor in his voice. “But I will tempt you every chance I get. I’ll make you burn for me, kisa.” He fists his dick, the motion drawing my attention. “Just think how good this is going to feel sliding inside your drenched little cunt. One day, I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll moan my name over and over. Then I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. You’ll be so addicted to my cock that I’ll ruin you for any other man.”
Clenching my thighs, I clutch my pearl necklace, flustered by his filthy words.
“Arrogant much?” I snap at him, my gaze finally lifting to his eyes.
His smile is pure sin.
CHAPTER 11
Dimitri
The blaring screech from my dream follows me into the waking world. I cough and roll over. Smoke. Fire alarms. My first instinct is to get to Arianna. I reach across the bed, but her spot is cold and empty.
“Shit.” Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, I dart from the bedroom.
The smoke is thicker in the hallway. Frantically, I search for the source which seems to be coming from the kitchen. As soon as I set foot in there, I jerk to a stop.
Arianna is standing in front of the stove, burning newspapers. My living room drapes are on fire, the flame spreading rapidly, while Maks is doing his best to put it out.
