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“Goodnight,” he said behind her.
Was it her imagination that his voice was wistful?
She climbed the stairs, making a point not to look over the railing. She didn’t want to know what he was doing. Didn’t want to know if he was watching her.
She hurried down the second floor hall to her room, shut the door, and leaned against it, exhaling in a rush. Her heart was hammering against her chest, her body hot, as if she had a fever.
She forced herself to breathe slowly, then moved into the bathroom and started the water in the deep soaking tub.
She was exhausted, but she was almost afraid to crawl into bed — afraid that she would only think about him, that she wouldn’t be able to lie to herself anymore about how much she wanted him.
She stripped off her clothes in the bedroom and walked naked into the bathroom, shutting the door halfway behind her. She opened the jars and bottles surrounding the tub, sniffing the various concoctions until she found a bath oil that smelled like lavender.
She drizzled it into the water and watched it foam, then pinned her hair on top of her head and turned off the water.
It was hotter than she’d expected and she eased herself into the scented water, lowering herself into it with a sigh of pleasure. She closed her eyes, welcoming the oblivion of darkness.
But it was no use. All she saw was him: eyes watchful and predatory, dark hair she longed to feel through her fingers, a mouth that would set her skin on fire. She was a mess, her earlier resolve dissipating like the oil in her bath, her sex pulsing for for him.
Her eyes flew open as a click sounded from the bedroom.
And then, slow footsteps across the wood floor of her room.
The bathroom door eased open. Lyonya stood in the doorway, his expression cryptic as his eyes met hers across the distance between them.
She stood, naked and slippery from the oil in the bath. She made no move to cover herself as his eyes hungrily roved her body.
He walked slowly toward her, stopping when he was inches away, their warring territories separated only by the edge of the bathtub.
“Are you ready to beg?” he asked, his voice thick.
She swallowed. She hated herself, but she couldn’t deny the needs of her body a second longer. Couldn’t deny that she wanted this man moving over her, that she wanted his mouth on her skin, his cock buried inside her.
It doesn’t mean I trust him. It doesn’t mean he’s won.
They felt like lies, but she would make them true.
Tomorrow. She would make them true tomorrow.
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that, Kira.” There was a vague threat in his voice, except now she recognized it as the threat it was, the one threat she couldn’t live with while her body hummed for him: the threat of leaving her, naked and wanting him.
She lifted her chin. If she was going to beg, she would do it with as much dignity as she could muster. “I want you to fuck me, Lyonya Antonov. I want you to make me come, and I want you to come inside me.”
The growl that emitted from his throat was animalistic, and a second later, she was in his arms, soaking his clothes as he carried her to the bedroom.
