Page 26 of Deviant Virtue


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I inched closer to her, placed my hand over hers on the gun, and lowered it, holding that wonderful, tension-filled eye contact.

Her eyes followed mine as I moved inch by inch into her personal bubble. I was surprised she’d allowed me to get this close to her without that smart mouth of hers protesting. But I didn’t let my surprise show—I just tilted my head to the side and slowly took the gun out of her hand.

“No, my sweet Kaya. I want to worship every inch of your body. I want to kiss and taste all of you, to mark your entire body until every living man has seen that you belong to me, and me only.”

And there it was. The reason I found her so alluring, so captivating.

That insane look in her eyes. She could hold so much intensity in a single look, and it was something no one else had. The way she was trying to pull herself away from the things she desperately wanted, yet was unable to, was driving her mad.

“That’s… extreme.” Her comment was soft, as soft as her hair.

“You haven’t seen extreme yet, little lion.”

N I N E

“GO change your clothes, Ekaterina.”

Dominik’s stern voice echoed in my head. I turned around with a glare, a laugh of disbelief slipping past my lips. I was looking for any indication of it being a joke; however, once I found none, I grew irritated.

“You’re not my mother, Dominik,” I told him and returned to the mirror. “And I’m not a child. I’ll go naked if I want to.”

“Not once did I comment on the way you dress. I do not care.” He paused. “However, this man is a known hitman. I don’t know what might go through his brain once he sees you wearing next to nothing.”

I grinned. “Don’t worry, I can deal with Davorin.”

Dominik had doubt written all over his face.

“And besides, Ilya will be with me at all times. He’s almost worse than Davorin, so no need to worry.”

“All right then,” he said grumpily as he fixed his glasses.

I wanted to use my body and charm to our advantage. I didn’t usually dress like this—it wasn’t my style—but I could endure it for one evening.

The dress was so short, it barely covered my ass. And the upper part of it wasn’t very good at covering anything. It was a deep shade of red, and I had a pair of black heels and a black leather coat thrown on. The coat reached just above my heels, and once I checked that my makeup and hair looked good, I was ready to leave.

However, Dominik stopped me at the door. “How comfortable would you be with being wired?”

“I wouldn’t. It’s not necessary. If you’re afraid of him hurting me, why send me at all?”

His expression almost made me laugh. He looked like a child whose lollipop had been taken away.

“Sadly, it wasn’t my decision. And Aleksei knew that if he offered you a deal you couldn’t refuse, your head would be right where it needed to be.”

I moved forward until I was able to hug him. He was the only person I was comfortable hugging, despite my burning hatred of human touch. “Stop worrying about me so much, all right? I can deal with Davorin, and you should be happy that I’ll finally be able to put a bullet through Father’s skull.”

He smirked. “And here I thought you planned on torturing him.”

“Don’t give me any ideas.”

Dominik walked me out of my home with a promise that he’d wait until I returned. Ilya’s SUV waited across the street from the building, and it didn’t take me long to get there.

The meeting was set to happen in an abandoned warehouse, which was both the worst and best choice. It had all the privacy we needed, yet it was too far away for anyone to be saved if anything were to happen.

“So what’s the plan, Ilya?”

He cleared his throat and looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Did the Pakhan not inform you?”

I nodded. “He did. I didn’t listen.”

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