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Anger licks at the nape of my neck. “Excuse me?”
“Long story short? I wanted to go riding. Mother disagreed. She thought she could beat the stubbornness out of me.”
It takes a lot to make me queasy, but I think I might genuinely hurl. It’s no fucking wonder Alina’s been so determined to run away, why she can’t bring herself to trust so easily. The one person in the world she’s supposed to rely on hurt her.
“It was a long time ago,” Alina mumbles. “She can’t hurt me here.”
I don’t know what compels me to do it, but I find myself dipping down to inspect her scars even closer. My mind is on autopilot, taken over by my overwhelming need to press my lips to her back.
Alina moans softly, her breath a shudder.
I move my way up, entranced. I can’t get over how soft she feels against me. I kiss a line up her spine, working my way to the back of her neck, gingerly pressing my lips to her skin. Our eyes remained locked in the mirror, our desire reflected back at us as I snake an arm around her waist. Alina tilts her head back, exposing the open column of her throat. Her mouth falls open as a breathy gasp escapes her, her hips bucking so she grinds against the growing hardness in my pants. When I reach up to squeeze her breast over the fabric of her dress, the sound of her moan damn near leaves me winded.
“Oh,Pyotr…”
The sound of my own name breaks me out of my trance. What am I doing? I didn’t mean to do any of that. Why is it that where Alina is concerned, I always seem to lose my mind?
“Secret for secret?” I mutter against the crook of her neck.
“What?”
“I want to rip this dress off of you.”
“Pyotr, I…”
God, I want her. I want her right here, right now. I’ve totally forgotten why we got all dressed up and where we were supposed to go. There’s something addicting about the flush of her cheeks, the way her blush spreads all the way up to the tips of her ears. I can’t stop thinking about what she might look like beneath me, pressed against the sheets with her fingers combing through my hair.
My phone buzzes.
Dammit.
I can’tnotanswer. It could be business-related—CyberFort or my brothers in Russia. Both are too important to ignore, but…
“It’s okay,” Alina whispers, as if reading my mind. “Answer it. It might be important.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
It’s just a text, but it nonetheless needs to be addressed.
I have the car waiting for you and Mrs. Antonov downstairs. We’ve got the follow car ready, too. We should arrive at the event in roughly twenty minutes if we leave now.
“We need to go,” I tell her.
“Uh… My zipper?”
I mentally slap my own forehead. Oh, right. I help her do up the back of her dress without any… complications getting in the way. She really does look stunning.
“It looks good on you,” I murmur.
Alina casts me a shy smile. “I was worried it might be too bold, but—”
“No, it… suits you.”
Her smile widens. “Really?”
“Yeah. It makes your eyes stand out.”
I bite my tongue.Where the hell did that come from? Not only do I lose my mind with her, but I apparently don’t have a filter, either.
