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When he pulled back, he whispered against my lips. “Welcome home, Moy malen’kiy golub’.”
Chapter 15 - Viktor
Shutting the door behind me, I drew in a breath, filled my lungs with smoke, and exhaled.
Nicotine mixed with my blood fueled my veins, and my nerves relaxed. The lights were off and only a flood of silver moonlight poured in through the window. My eyes searched for her and stopped when they saw her, seated close to the edge of the bed with her knees drawn to her chest. A full, unruly mane of red hair covered the sides of her face, long legs stayed exposed underneath her bright pink night dress, and fair skin glowed under the light. She looked simply divine. Like an angel tainted by the darkness.
Silence dwelt between us, and I didn’t bother to break it. More time to admire her; to see the beauty I could now call mine.
I advanced toward the bed and heard her inhale sharply when I stopped a few inches away from her. Without a word, I watched her intently, committing every detail of her beautiful body while my fingers worked the buttons on my shirt. She turned her head away like she hadn’t already seen me naked.
“Shy?”
She slid her hair behind her ears and continued to look the other way. “Giving you privacy, that’s all.”
Shrugging off the cotton shirt, I joined her on the bed, sitting close enough to feel her feet touching my thighs. “We stay in the same room, dove.” I lifted her left foot and put it on my lap. “I don’t want privacy.”
Her skin burned under my touch, and she shuddered like a cold breeze had swept over her. I relished seeing the effect I had on her; enjoyed knowing her body recognized me just as much as mine recognized hers. She faced me, glanced at her foot in my hand, and looked up at my face. The innocence in her green eyes was transparent, pricking. Besides the innocence was anxiety as well.
That was good. She was finally losing that pride; the one that made her think and believe that she could escape me. Reality had crashed in on the both of us that this—the symbolic ring on our fingers—was now our fate. Sealed, signed, and stamped. There was no more running away or hunting down. She was bound to me, as I was to her.
“How did you know?” she asked, her voice small and almost inaudible. “About the baby.”
I pulled on her toes, one after the other, fascinated by the nude sparkling polish on each toenail. I raised my face to meet hers. “On her eighteenth birthday, my sister wanted a nail polish, but we couldn’t afford it. It wasn’t a priority. Bread over trash, my mother said. But she had this snobby bitchy friend who lived a penny higher than us. She had a nail polish. Two, in fact. Whenever my sister and I visited in their one-room apartment, she’d hide all her valuable things because she didn’t trust us.”
Understanding swam in her green orbs and her throat bobbed when she swallowed. “You found them.”
“I did.” I nodded and lifted her other foot to my lap. They were so cute, I wanted to kiss them. “My sister got her wish granted twelve days after she turned eighteen.”
Ava withdrew her feet and tucked them under her legs. Fright replaced the anxiety in her eyes. “You kept an eye on me. That’s how you knew, isn’t it? You had me stalked.”
Somehow, hearing her sound offended refired the anger I’d felt after I found out about her engagement to Declan. Who gave her the fucking right to be angry? “Now, you think you’re a fucking saint? What were you planning to do with my baby? Seduce Dicklan after marriage to make him believe it’s his? Or getting a fucking abortion? How dare you even think I wouldn’t find out?”
“Seduce him?” Her eyes flared. “One mistake, and you think the worst of me. I shouldn’t even care what you think. Declan knew about the pregnancy. I told him the truth, and he agreed to keep the secret. He was ready to become my child’s father.”
“Our fucking child, Ava.” She flinched, and I chuckled. It was dry and humorless. “You’re so fucking naïve if you thought that he’d care for our child like it was his. If he got the chance, he’d kill our baby.”
Brows wrinkled between her forehead and the fury in her eyes died. “Declan wouldn’t do a thing like that. He’s a good man.”
Hearing her defending him kicked me in the chest. I got on the bed, clasped her ankles with one hand, and dragged her under me.
She looked up at me, doe-eyed, and chest heaving in apprehension. Her dress had ridden to her waist, baring more than enough skin to drive me crazy. My anger flew out the window and lust reoccupied the void.
Lowering my head, my teeth grazed the skin below her shoulder blade, and I flicked my tongue on the spot. I heard her heartbeat and saw her eyelashes flutter. “Your judgments are misplaced, dove. Declan’s not a good man, and he fucking hates me.” I eyed her mouth and brushed my lips over hers. “Just the way you hate me.”
Something warm and regretful passed her eyes and her gaze lowered to my mouth. “I... I don’t hate you, Viktor.”
At the sound of my name, blood shot to my cock, and it strained in my pants. Dizziness washed me and need consumed me. Need for the woman pinned under me. I nuzzled my face between her neck and kissed her throat. Her breath fanned my forehead, and I gripped the curve of her hip. “You do. You fucking stabbed me in the thigh, remember?”
My lips trailed down the length of her throat, to the valley between her breasts where her tits peeked through the sheer material and I took one in my mouth, sucking through the fabric. Her fingers sought solace in my hair.
“That was a mistake.”
I smiled against her soft mound and kneaded one with my hand. She shivered and her moans sounded like purrs in my ears.
“Liar.” Her back arched, pressing her deeper into me. I sucked again, liking the feel of her in my mouth. “That was intentional.”
“I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
