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The bathroom lights are off, but I can see him in the reflection of the mirror. Right as he’s about to walk away, he turns slowly in my direction.
“Stars can’t hide in the dark.”
I take the knife and hold it steady in my hand. He walks away, and I hear the door close shut.
Tearing my hand from my mouth, I let out the breaths of air I needed.I thought he knew I was in here.Or maybe he’s all talk.
I allow myself to relax and step out of the bathroom, but I slam right into him. Clenching my teeth together, I hold out my knife.
“Do you honestly think that will save you?” he asks darkly.
My eyes widen as he walks right into the knife, drawing blood. I gasp, throwing it to the ground. “You’re so—”
“Fucked-up?” His blood slowly begins to seep through his shirt.
“More than that.”
“You push every ounce of fucking control that I have.” He steps toward me until I feel the edge of the bed on the backs of my legs.
I lift my head to look him in the eyes. “You have no control.”
“You only have your words.”
“And you only have threats that don’t surprise me.”
Gritting his teeth, he grabs onto my elbow and pulls me close. “If you want to argue with me, take it to the bed.”
My chest rises and falls quickly as I stand on my toes and try to level myself with his height. I don’t know if it’s his words or if I’m just as fucked-up as him, but this is becoming a turn-on.
My eyes fall to his lips.
“What are you doing, Sloane?” he asks, shocked I might be about to take him up on his offer.
Bringing my fingers to his mouth, I trail his bottom lip with the tip of my thumb. Then I lean into him and press my lips down on his. I kiss him a couple of times before he opens his mouth and allows his tongue to find mine.
Mikhail grabs the back of my head and whimpers into my mouth. He kisses me with anger. It’s like he doesn’t want to be kissing me at all.
I reach my hand to his waist and pull on his belt. He buries his head in my neck before throwing me onto the bed, where his hands move onto my thighs, inching up toward my waist. He grabs onto me and lifts me on top of him.
With my legs straddling him, I can’t believe I’m about to do this. My arms rest on his shoulders as he moves his face to my neck. Shivers run through my body when his lips touch me there. I’m overwhelmed, but in a good way. My breathing shallows as his hands drag my body down to his, closing the distance, creating pressure that demands release.
He pulls at the bottom of my hair.
“Mikhail—”
“Mercy.”
I swallow. “What?”
“You say ‘mercy’ if you want me to stop.”
This very well may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
He pulls away from me, holding my stare. “You understand?” he rasps.
I nod, wanting him to continue. My body aches for him. I can no longer deny what I’ve felt since that night. I knew I felt something toward him at the time. It was hard to decipher what it was because we were so full of hatred for one another, but it was physical and all-consuming.
Something inside me tightens as he throws me off him so I’m lying on my back. Goose bumps cover my skin as he moves his body between my thighs. His large hands cover my stomach, and he places wet kisses all over my skin.
