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“You should stop.” I murmur.
His hand stills just before our skin can touch. He straightens and gives a single nod, but it isn’t convincing. It feels more like he’s done listening to me than actually agreeing.
“Very well.” He picks up the suitcase and zips it shut. “Can you walk?” he asks, his voice gentle despite the fury simmering behind his eyes.
Is he angry at me?
For me?
“Yes, I can. But I’m not going to.” I cross my arms around my chest.
Leaving with him would be a bad choice, I don’t know him well enough, I don’t even know where he’s going to take me.
I’ve been making quite a lot of bad choices lately. And it’s about time I stop.
“Elara, can you walk? I don’t want to hurt you by throwing you over my shoulders.” He says firmly. “I’m not leaving you here, either you listen to me, or sit like a pretty little princess you are but just on my shoulders.”
For fuck's sake. He's not joking. "Elara, I don't have all day."
He has all day; he would gladly waste his entire day just to see me cave.
“I’ll call someone to fix my door. Why do you even care?” I grab the nearest thing I can find and hurl it at him.
Thankfully, it’s only a pillow. I don’t actually want to hurt him.
“I’ll try to be gentle.” The words have barely left his mouth before he moves. One second there’s space between us. The next, he’s on me.
I don’t even have time to scramble away before he slips one arm behind my back and the other beneath my knees, lifting me into a bridal carry instead of throwing me over his shoulder like he threatened. Liar.
“You, okay?” He asks.
I lean closer. “For someone forcing me,” and shout as loud as I can in his ear. “You’re surprisingly considerate.”
His response is only a loud chuckle, muttering something under his breath like. “Jesus Christ, woman.” Inhaling loudly before adding. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“My place, solnyshko.” He winks.
ELEVEN
Sergei
It wasn’t hard enough to convince Elara once I had her in my arms.
Her body so close to mine, I could barely breathe.
Like a fucking teenager, I was about to make a mess out of myself in my pants just because her caramel scent was heavily wafting through my nostrils.
My dick already making his unwanted appearance. One glance at it and she’ll know the thoughts I’m having about her, about ravishing her body like the animal I am.
“I can walk, you arsehole.” She hisses as I open her door and bend down to pick her up again in my arms.
Because touching her at all times is what I need to breathe. Fuck air.
My hand lands on the small of her back. I’m touching Elara while she’s conscious and she’s not pushing me away.
Wrong.
