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Hesitantly, I gather her hair and push it to the side. I unzip her dress down to the curve of her hips.
“Thank you,” she says, turning to face me. She pulls her arms out of the dress, but she’s slow to cover her chest with her hands.
My eyes stay on her body even though my brain tells me look away. Her breasts are small but perfectly round. Shewantsme to see her. She wants me to think about her body. The way her nipple fit perfectly in my mouth ...
It takes everything in me to turn and walk toward the door. Staring at her will only make my situation worse.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, closing the door behind me.
Getting involved with her will make me no better than Giovanni. I don’t need a wrench in my plans. Everything is working out. Feelings don’t need to be involved.
CHAPTER18
SLOANE
This is the second time I’ve walked into his room. Only, this time it’s not because I’m looking for something of his. It’s because I don’t want to be alone.
There’s a lot on my mind right now, and it’s honestly terrifying to be left alone with my thoughts. Every time I close my eyes, I see the dead man staring at me. He could still be downstairs for all I know. His eyes could still be wide-open, staring at where I sat. Blood could be drying on his face slowly as the minutes pass. I was the last thing he saw before his soul left his body.
He’ll never stop seeing me, and I’ll never stop seeing him.
Opening the door softly, I look into the dark room. “Mikhail,” I whisper, but I get nothing in return. I slowly inch toward the large bed he’s resting on. What will he think if he wakes up and I’m in his bed? I tug on his arm. “Mikhail,” I say in my regular voice, hoping he’ll wake up, but he doesn’t.
Taking a moment to look at him, I notice how handsome he is. His arms—the size of my head—should terrify me, but I almost welcome the fear. The man is fucking frightening. The tattoos covering his body don’t help either. They trail all the way up to his hairline, covering his neck. Even his hands have ink on them.
Come to think of it, I’ve never met a man in the Bratva who doesn’t have a tattoo, but I’ve never seen one have this many.
I step away from Mikhail and walk to the other side of the bed. My feet sink into the soft carpet as I stand there, hesitant to sleep in the same bed as him. Across the room are two black sofas. I couldn’t sleep on them, but at least I wouldn’t be alone.
Just get in the bed, Sloane.
I slowly slip under the covers and move to the edge of the mattress. The bed is huge, so this shouldn’t be a problem.
That is until his arm snakes around my waist and pulls me closer.
“Does the night scare you more than I do,Koldunya?”he asks in a dark voice that makes me regret my decision to come here.
I choose not to answer him because I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear the truth.
His face nuzzles into my neck, making my skin shiver and burn at the same time. Did I come in here because I was scared of being alone, or because I want more of him?
No, I can’t want him.
But,fuck, I do. I don’t even care what that says about me anymore.
“I asked you a question. Answer it.”
It’s hard to think about anything when his hand pulls on my waist, and he presses himself closer to me so I feel how hard he is. His fingers run up and down my body, tugging at the clothes that cling to my skin.
“Yes,” I cry.
“Do I need to fix that?”
Oh Jesus, what am I doing right now?“Yes,” I manage again.
He reaches his arm to the other side of my body and lifts me on top of him. Seeing him underneath me brings a feeling of power. Then he grabs my neck and pulls my face toward him, his lips only inches away from mine.
He hesitates.
