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“You’re wrong,” I said. “He’d come around.”
“He’d kill me,” he answered without missing a beat. “And I’d deserve it.”
“I can’t stand it,” I said, only restraining myself from shouting because my brother was lying sick in the next room. I stamped my foot, and the plush carpet swallowed the sound. “I hate those old-fashioned notions.”
He shrugged ruthlessly. “Well, they exist whether you hate them or love them. I hate them too, so there’s that.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to spit out that I hated him, but it would have been a lie. As angry as I was, I didn't hate him. “We’re a great team,” I said. “You know we are. You know you’re going to regret this.”
He jumped up and pinned me to the wall, his chest pressed hard against mine. “I already do, damn it.”
Shocked at his sudden change, I took in a ragged breath, making his eyes drop to the lacy edge of my bra. Seeing the desire in his eyes that he kept fighting killed me. The feel of him pressed against me made me weak.
I slid my arms around his neck and stood on my toes so his mouth was closer. His hard length brushed against me as I rose, and he breathed out in a ragged huff. But he didn’t move away.
“Please,” I begged. “Just one more time.”
Chapter 22 - Mikhail
What was this gorgeous, infuriating woman doing to me? I had spent what felt like hours in that darkened room, finally working up the resolve to end things with Evelina. I’d go back to being her protector, her best friend’s father. Nothing more.
That resolve began to weaken the moment she came into the room. Tired from the long day, bedraggled from running around in a deserted building, and emotionally exhausted from the fear for her brother’s life. And still, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But our time had run its course. Hadn’t it?
Why did I need to end things with her again? All the very real reasons made a lot more sense when she wasn’t within touching distance. When I didn’t have to look into her confused and hurt eyes. Then none of it made any sense.
She was right about us being a great team, damn it. I could so easily see a life with her. But it would have to be a life without my daughter, who’d surely cut me off. And it might not even be a very long life once Evelina’s father found out. She thought I was exaggerating the force of his retribution, but I was probably downplaying it for her benefit.
She saw her doting father as a benevolent man who only wanted her happiness. And that was probably true as far as she was concerned. I, however, knew exactly how ruthless Oleg could be regardinghisidea of what should make his daughter happy. I was not that thing. He would consider what I’d been doing with Evelina the worst breach of trust.
What if we chose to defy everyone else we loved? That probably sounded hopelessly romantic to someone Evelina’s age, but we’d have to live on the run, cut off everyone we cared about. She’d resent me within a year, despise me after that, and we’d have ruined our family relationships for nothing.
I knew all of that. Been over it again and again. My brain fully accepted it, but my heart refused to comply. And the look in her eyes, the sound of her voice, and the way she clung to me made it impossible to resist.
One more time? Well, it better be a good one.
“Damn it, Evelina,” I said, our lips inches apart. My cock throbbed against her, and she knew it, exploited my need for her.
“Please,” she repeated.
I swore again. She tightened her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer. Our lips collided, her teeth nipping at my lower lip as my hands curled around the lacy cups of her bra. She pushed me backward, still on her toes, and I finally lifted her off her feet and swung her onto the bed. She laughed raucously, joyously, but I lightly clapped my hand over her mouth.
“Your brother,” I reminded her. The fact she told him was bad enough. He might have pretended to take it in stride for her sake, but I highly doubted he needed to hear evidence of our affair.
“It’s going to be hard to be quiet,” she said, her breath hot and soft against my throat as I rolled her over me.
“Think of it as a challenge,” I suggested, moaning when she wriggled her way down to my jeans.
“You try it first,” she said, giving me a wicked look as she undid the button.
She kept eye contact while she slid down the zipper. Without glancing down, she freed my cock from my boxers and wrapped her palm around it. The first stroke made me jerk in her hand. The second made me groan. She teased me mercilessly, but I managed to stay reasonably quiet. She scowled, finally dropping her head to my chest.
“God, you’re good,” she said. “Maybe I’m not working hard enough.”
She rose up to pop off her lacy bra and twirled her thumb and finger around her nipples, letting her head drop back. “Your turn, she said, wiggling out of her jeans and straddling me in a pale cotton thong. She pulled my hands up to replace hers.
“More than happy to have a turn,” I said. As soon as I tweaked her taut nipples, she moaned and began grinding against me, her soft sounds getting higher pitched. And louder.
“Hush,” I said, enjoying watching her but seriously not wanting her brother to hobble in and use the last of his strength to castrate me.
