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“I do!” I squealed, bouncing up and down on the spot, beyond ecstatic he’d been able to read me so well. “There’s one thing I love to do after I’ve come.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, humor dancing across his face.

“Eat.”

His hands slapped across his chest, and he swayed lightly on his feet. “A woman after my own heart.”

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

LYLA VOZNESENSKY

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

“The craziest thing?” Lukyan leaned back against the couch, hiking his leg up and draping his arm over his knee. The white, fluffy robe on his body made him look both cute and cuddly and hot as fuck at the same time. A matching robe was wrapped around my body. “We might be here for a while.”

“It’s a good thing we’ve got snacks.” Laid out before us in individual bowls was an arrangement of sweets. Candy, chocolate, sodas, whipped cream, you name it. Everything one could possibly need to rot their teeth.

After our mind-blowing oral sexathon, we’d both retired to our rooms to shower. Ideally, I would have loved it if we showered together, but I didn’t trust myself. I wanted him so bad. So bad it fucking hurt. And while I hadn’t envisioned me being the one to hold out on sex, I had to do it right.

A man like Lukyan got bored easily. He’d even said it to me himself. I couldn’t risk losing his attention. I had to keep him interested, and giving up the golden ticket straight away probably wasn’t going to do that.

I was going to work and manipulate him until he was begging for me. Until he couldn’t bear it any longer. Then, and only then, would I give him what he’d been dying for all that time. For a lot longer than he even fucking realized.

“Yes, good thing.” He chuckled. Directly in front of him was a bowl of skittles. He reached forward, plucking a few, and then dropped them into his mouth. “So, one of the first things that comes to mind is something I did to my sister when she was seven.”

“What did you do?”

“She pissed me off, you see. The little rodent stole my slice of cake, and then had the audacity to lie to my face and say it wasn’t her. She had chocolate smeared across her mouth. Of course it was her. So I zipped her up into a suitcase and dumped her outside.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. “You what?”

“It wasn’t a big deal.” He shrugged, completely unperturbed about the fact that he’d locked his baby sister in a fucking suitcase. “I made sure it wasn’t done up all the way so she could still breathe, and told one of my father’s soldiers she was in there. I’m not a monster. No harm no foul. She was super pissed about it, though.”

“I don’t fucking blame her.” I laughed. “I’d disembowel Lev if he ever pulled a stunt like that on me.”

“Not a fan of tight spaces?”

I shivered despite the fact that it wasn’t even cold and we were sitting in front of the roaring fireplace. “No. Not a fan.” Years’ worth of horrible memories ran through my mind, but I banished them instantly, refusing to allow myself to think of them. “Was that a one-off kind of thing?” I asked.

That twinkle of curiosity in Lukyan’s eyes told me he saw that question for what it was—a deflection. He chose not to push. I had a feeling we’d probably circle back to it again at some point, though.

“We did shit like that all the time growing up.” A smile curved on his lips. It was a happy smile. Reminiscent. Full of memories. He moved a bit closer to me. Not much. Just a smidgen. But I noticed, even if he didn’t. “This one time, when we were kids—I was about eleven, Illayana nine—she got angry at me because I chopped all the hair off her barbie dolls so they were bald. To get back at me, she took my favorite stuffed animal, this awesome red-and-black bull with huge silver horns, and set him on fire! Not only that, but she tied me to a chair and made me watch, the little psycho.”

Laughter bubbled up inside my throat. “Why did you cut all the hair off her dolls?”

“Because she threw a toy shield at my head.”

Oh, of course. “Why did she throw a shield at your head?”

“Because I chased her with a spider, and she hates spiders.”

“Why did you chase her with a spider?”

“It was payback from the time she tried to drown me in the pool.”

“Why did she try to drown you in the pool?”

Lukyan smirked. “Because I tried to drown her first.”