Page 25 of Deviant Virtue


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She took a deep breath. “They never left their name, but their accent was Russian.”

That grabbed my attention, and a slow laugh passed my lips at the irony of the situation. If it had been someone from her family, it would make all of this too good to be true—and would mean one of the two things.

They either knew about Ekaterina’s relationship with me or what that relationship was about to become. It could’ve been a pathetic way of trying to protect her, but she didn’t need any protection from me. At least, not in the way they would think.

Or they wanted another meeting regarding Martin Emmerson. The drama that was slowly unfolding was laughable. They’d contacted me, under an alias, and hired me to kill Emmerson. Once they realized I knew who I was speaking to, they’d offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.

I shut down the conversation quickly—Bri was becoming too curious, and getting rid of her before it was time wasn’t in my plans. “Never answer that phone without permission again, got it?”

Bri nodded.

I began to realize that she was becoming more of a burden than she was useful. Soon enough, I’d be able to completely free myself of having her in my home.

But for now, it was time to visit my little lion.

Ekaterina’s hair fell messily onto the silk pillowcase. Her soft breathing told me she was asleep, and the view I had of her half-naked body nearly drove me insane.

That tattoo on her hip was visible, the blanket barely thrown over her stomach and back. The mere thought of another man seeing what was mine made me want to murder every single male she’d ever had any contact with.

Her room definitely represented her personality—neat at all times, with a few decorative things but not so many that it was cluttered. She wasn’t a sentimental person either. There wasn’t a single photograph of herself with her family members anywhere in her spacious apartment.

I simply watched her sleep for a while. She tossed and turned, and mumbled something in her sleep, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Her right hand went under the pillow, whilst the left one hugged it closer to her body.

Everything happened too quickly. One moment, she seemed peacefully asleep; the next, a gun was pointed at my head. Her eyebrows narrowed, and a look of anger flashed over her beautiful face.

“Do you have a death wish?”

I chuckled. “I’ll die gladly if it means dying by your hand, little lion.”

The gun was still pointed at my head, though I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head. It made my cock twitch.

“Could you stop with the little lion bullshit? Why did you choose that for my nickname?”

I grinned and boldly sat next to her. “Because on the night we met, anyone else would’ve cried, begged, or run away. But you were so fearless, just like a lion. The bravest animal.”

“That’s incorrect. The most fearless animal is a honey badger.”

I laughed loudly, and she hushed me. “Xenia is in the room down the hall. She’ll hear you.”

“Oh, so I’m your dirty little secret then?”

She stared at me, not a single emotion visible on her face. It fascinated me, how stoic she could be in any given situation—and how rarely she showed real emotion.

“A secret? Definitely. I’m not keen on people knowing I have a stalker who likes to watch me sleep. How the fuck did you get in anyway?”

I pulled out the key I’d had made and showed her. Ekaterina wasn’t impressed, though she wasn’t surprised either. Her big blue eyes stared at me without blinking.

It was those eyes that had first attracted me to her. They were like the darkest shade of the ocean, so deep I could drown myself in them. Fuck, all I wanted was to drown in them.

“Stop,” she said, and I forced myself to look away from her gorgeous body.

“Stop what?”

She sighed, suddenly breathless. “Stop looking like you want to fuck me, Davorin.”

My name coming out of her mouth was the most erotic thing I’d heard in my entire life. It was soft yet rough at the same time; a perfect mix of frustration and need. Every time I’d heard her say my name, my cock had reacted to it, and I was growing impatient.

I chuckled. “Fuck you?”

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