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His lips.
His carved body.
His glorious cock sliding in and out.
I blinked several times, unable to keep tears from slipping past my lashes.
“You can cry all you want,l’vitsa, but that won’t save you if what I learned is true.”
His control on his emotions was fading, leaving only the bastard I’d heard and read about. His dominance jerked on my every emotion, the electricity sending jolt after jolt. He was right that I’d been lying to myself, fighting to keep from caring about him, the very first night he’d brushed his fingers across my arm and ran them under my chin. I’d fought valiantly to shove my feelings aside, hating myself for even considering I could care about a merciless man, but the truth could no longer be denied.
I was falling in love with him.
It made no more sense than the accusation he’d just made, the ugliness around it staining what little trust we’d built. If there really had ever been any. Or was it like everything else we’d shared, a ridiculous attempt at circumventing the line between good versus evil?
“It’s not mine. I swear it on my… parents’ grave.” The ugly fact was that I was now firmly embroiled in his world, one where there was no second chances or forgiveness, only violence and revenge. I was being forced to play by his rules.
He narrowed his eyes, his breathing so labored I was certain he was having a heart attack.
“I’m growing weary of your deceit and your disobedience.”
“I’m not lying.”
A strange moment passed between us, his entire demeanor shifting all over again. For a few amazing seconds, he allowed me to see a level of light within him I didn’t know existed.
“You almost died. I could have lost you.” He shook me for a few seconds then reared back, lifting his arm. I thought for certain he was going to hit me, to punish me for sins that I didn’t know existed.
When he slammed his fist against the wall, he released his hold on my neck, pulling me against him. “I won’t lose you.”
“Alexei,” I moaned, no longer capable of thinking clearly. “I’m sorry. The money isn’t mine.”
“I believe you, my lioness. No one will ever hurt you again. Least of all me.”
I shouldn’t want him.
I shouldn’t need him.
But I’d lost all desire to ever be without him.
As he crushed his mouth over mine, all sense of reality ceased. There was no danger, no bloody wounds or fear of a madman breaking through the door. There was also no sense of time or the need to figure out what Sergei had planned, only the urgency burning deep inside both our souls. The heat radiating off his body was explosive, his delicious scent filtering into my nostrils.
He was more brutal than before, the crushing weight of his body stimulating every nerve and cell, the burning fire roaring in my core threatening to overwhelm both of us. As he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling myself away from the wall. I was breathless with awe and need, incapable of stopping what the devil himself had created as punishment for us both.
He lingered with the rough kiss, dominating my tongue in bold, sweeping actions, temporarily sating his thirst that would never disappear.
The feel of his hard cock pressing into my stomach made me crazed with desire. I wound my fingers in his tousled hair, tugging relentlessly. After finally breaking the kiss, he sucked on my lower lip before biting down. The taste of blood trickled into my mouth, coppery and pungent, just like the raw scent of his masculinity.
“It would seem my dazzling creature is hungry,” he breathed.
“Yes, God, yes, but you’re injured.”
He laughed, the sound full of bitterness. Then he pulled away, sweeping me into his arms, grabbing his gun then taking long strides down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. It was obvious he knew the house well, immediately heading to the room at the end of the hall, kicking open the door. After easing me onto my knees on the bed, he turned on the small light on the nightstand.
I was struck by the normalcy of the room. The furniture was new and the ambiance comforting. Inviting. I had difficulty accepting the man could live a normal life of any kind.
Getting married and having children, going to barbeques with friends and celebrating holidays seemed far too prosaic.
He ripped at my shirt, forcing it over my shoulders, extreme desire sparking even more in his hooded eyes. Then he backed away, quickly undressing while I fumbled to remove my tennis shoes, jeans, and finally my panties. I felt so dirty being here with him, but there was also no place I’d rather be.
