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“Maybe.” She moves up my body, nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck. “It has a really long handle. Amazing reach.”
“So, you plan on keeping it?”
“Definitely. I took the santoku knife as well, since you offered. It’s behind your collection of Stephen King books on the shelf.”
How fitting.
“Why do you keep collecting weapons?” I ask. “Do you think someone here may wish you harm?”
“Of course not. It’s a compulsion.” She shrugs. “It makes me feel safer to know I have a weapon within close reach at any moment. I started doing that when I was seven years old, after I got kidnapped the first time.”
My hand stills at the middle of her back. “The first time?”
“Yeah. I was fourteen the second time. They released me after my dad paid the ransom. After that, he sent me to the US.”
“It must have been hard. Alone. In a new country.”
“It wasn’t that bad.” She places her palm on my chest and sighs. “It was more strange than anything. But a good strange. Not having to watch over my shoulder all the time. People living ordinary lives.”
“Did you have friends?”
“A few. But they were more like acquaintances. I found it really hard to connect with girls whose main preoccupations were what they were going to wear that day, or which boy noticed them.” She snorts. “It seemed so silly. And I was a little jealous of them, I guess. I ended up preferring books to people.”
“That reminds me. Albert asked me to tell you that a package arrived for you yesterday. He put it in the living room.” I lower my head to whisper in her ear. “He said he looked inside and found a bunch of paperbacks with naked men on the covers, and now, he thinks you read porn.”
“It’s mental porn,” she deadpans.
I burst out laughing. “Should I be concerned?”
“I don’t know. Should you?” She tilts her head, slips her hand into my boxer briefs, and wraps her fingers around my cock. “Some of those books do set really high standards.”
“You don’t say?” I grab her around her waist and roll us until I’m lying on top of her. “You should know one thing, baby. I’m an extremely competitive person.”
“Lucky me.” She smiles and removes her panties.
Chapter 18
A touch of a hand on my chest, and my eyes snap open. Angelina’s breath brushes my side as she snuggles closer, and one of her legs comes over mine.
“Angelina?”
“Yeah?” she mumbles into my chest.
“You need to get back in bed, baby.”
“No. Go back to sleep.”
I close my eyes. She's been insisting on us sharing a bed for weeks, trying to sneak in the middle of the night to lie next to me. It’s killing me to say no to her over and over again, but I can’t risk it. She doesn’t understand how fucking scared I am that I may hurt her in some way. So, like every night, I slide my hand down her body and remove her panties.
“It won’t work this time, Sergei,” she whispers and kisses my shoulder.
“What?”
“Your strategy of fucking me senseless, leaving me nearly comatose so you can put me in bed once I fall asleep.”
“I’m such a scheming bastard.” I wrap my arm around her waist and turn us so that I’m looming over her, then I lean in and kiss her.
“Yes, you are,” she says and gasps when my finger starts teasing her clit.
