And what are they doing tomorrow?
Matvei gets up to see Rodion out. I barely notice. I'm so caught up in my thoughts, trying to decide what to do, what to say.
Matvei comes back to me. He has that look that I've come to crave.
Possessive. Haunted.
"Come here," he says, crooking a finger at me.
He sits in the overstuffed chair and spreads his knees wide. Jesus, he's so fucking sexy. There's a glint in his eyes. It smells like trouble, and it makes my heart sing.
This room is all dark wood, gleaming hardwood, laced with the smell of old books. They're stacked on tables and shelves. The furniture is minimalist, leather. It's like an old-fashioned study, and it surprises me that this is Matvei’s.
Matvei sprawls on the leather chair, his knees apart, resting on his forearms. He has on a T-shirt that he wears to bed, the fabric stretched thin across the large expanse of his chest.
He snaps his fingers and points to the floor. His eyes go dark when I don’t come to him right away. “So that’s how we’re playing this?”
My heart thumps in my chest when his voice drops to a low register.
"Crawl to me."
I’m instantly wet.
"Take off your shirt," I counter. I want to see his tattoos, his scars. Everything.
"This isn't a negotiation," he says, but his eyes twinkle with something like mischief.
His voice drops to a lower register, and I want this. I want this so fucking bad.
When he hurts me, when he stares at me, when he touches me, when he makes me come—he makes me feel wanted in the best possible ways, and everything else fades to vapor.
"Are you testing me? You do not want to test me.”
Oh, but I do. I so fucking do.
"I'm not gonna warn you again."
Excitement bubbles in my chest. I throw him a look of challenge.
"Yeah? Fucking make me."
With slow deliberation, his hands go to his waist, his eyes meeting mine.
At the sound of his belt unbuckling, my stomach clenches. My mouth is dry, and a quick panic sets in.
Did I push too far?
He's a dangerous man.
He'smydangerous man.
"I warned you," he says.
At the same time, he stands and pulls the leather belt out in one swift move, folding it so the buckle rests in his palm, forming a loop.
I look around the room because now seems like a really good time to run.
But it’s small in here. Kind of cramped. And even if I did…
