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“I want to leave.”
“Then let’s leave.” He places a few bills on the table and wraps a strong arm around my waist as he leads me out of the restaurant.
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or everything that’s transpired tonight, but I feel like I’m levitating. My nostrils fill with his masculine scent and his firm hold on me only heightens it.
But somewhere at the back of my mind, I still recognize that he’s dangerous. That he’s a monster hidden under a composed façade and gentlemen’s clothes.
I wiggle away from him. “I can walk on my own.”
He releases me, and before I can be relieved, I stumble. Adrian holds me by the elbow and pulls me to him so that my front is flat against his hard chest.
I’m so small compared to him, barely reaching his broad shoulders. I’m thin and tiny in contrast to his large physique and monstrous aura. As if the asshole could use another thing to intimidate me with—aside from my life.
We’re standing at what I assume is the back entrance of the restaurant, because it’s not the same one we used when coming in. The place is empty except for a few cars in the parking lot.
Only a single streetlight is in view. Even in the semi-darkness, Adrian’s eyes are intense but have that sheen of utter calmness. I wonder what it’d take to disturb that look.
To disturbhim.
“Why did you wait a week to find me?” I murmur.
“I was busy.”
“Busy gathering information about me?”
“Probably. Why? Have you been thinking about me, Lenochka?” His voice drops with the last word.
I don’t tell him he’s the only one I’ve been thinking about, in the most terrifying way possible, and that when I saw him again in the audience, something inside me unlocked. That I think I had my best performance yet, just because I knew he was there.
Instead, I say, “Everyone thinks about their Grim Reaper.”
He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture is gentle, but the undertone is far from it. If anything, it’s charged, dark,stifling.
“Then don’t make me into yours.”
“How— Mmmm.” My question is interrupted when he crashes his lips to mine.
His hand holds my face in place as his tongue forces its way inside my mouth. I place my palms on his chest, intent on pushing him, on slapping him, but instead, my fingers curl into his coat as a helpless sound escapes my throat. His tongue invades my mouth, conquering it, then swirls against mine with a feral need.
The man kisses as confidently as he walks and talks, but there’s none of his calm behind it. Nothing to hold his stoic face in place. He gives as hard as he takes, tilting my head back so he can deepen the full invasion.
I’m no virgin. But this kiss alone is more intense than any sex I’ve ever had.
More claiming, too.
When he pulls back, a desperate moan echoes in the air.
Mine.
Staring into his shadowed eyes in the dark, I’m fully aware that things have shifted between us after that kiss.
I just signed away something else. No idea what, but it’s now in his hands and there’s no way I’ll be able to get it back.
Just like my fate and my death.
6
Adrian
