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The weather was bad today—the snow had started to melt and turn muddy. The wind was strong too, but I’d turned off the heating in my room. I felt as if I had a fever coming on, thus I decided to sleep in next to nothing and make sure that the room was cold.
My body shuddered as an odd yet familiar feeling crept over me.
I sighed and turned around, and there he was, standing outside my room, out on the balcony, whilst the wind whipped at him.
I folded my arms in front of my chest and stayed where I was. He had access to my home, so I wasn’t going to trouble myself to let him in now, when he hadn’t asked for permission numerous times before. Lord knew how many times he’d stared at me while I was asleep.
I could practically feel him roll his eyes before he pulled a set of keys from his pocket. I was flabbergasted—I could see that he had the keys to my car, home, balcony, and even the small summer house on Long Island.
“Took you long enough,” I said and sat on my bed, looking down at his muddy shoes. With a glare, he rolled his eyes again and took them off.
“Were you waiting for me, little lion?” Davorin teased, but I shot another harsh stare his way, and his expression faltered.
“Waiting for you? No. I was waiting for the information you have, and suddenly, you went missing in action.”
“I had a few loose ends to tie up.” He winked, and I found myself frowning. Why had he done that?
“Such as?”
“I can’t tell you that,” he replied, his voice stern, leaving no room for further discussion. “So what do you want to know?”
I exhaled harshly. “Preferably all of it. How the hell are you and Aleksei connected? He told me you weren’t.”
“I assume that back when he told you we had no contact, we truly had no contact.” He chuckled. “Someone ordered a hit on Aleksei, through me. Now, I usually don’t care who my targets are, but Aleksei is a little bit… different.”
“Different how?” I asked, my mind racing.
There weren’t many people who would’ve been brave enough to do such a thing. The Bratva had many alliances, and the fall of the Pakhan would mean war. It would mean all of them coming together for meetings that hadn’t happened in years, all of their positions compromised. From the Italian Dons to the Greek Godfathers of the Night—all would be alerted, and all would rush to handle the threat. It would mean hundreds of thousands of people against one or, at best, a few hundred. It would invoke a war the underworld had never seen.
“He’s your brother,” Davorin stated as if it was obvious. “And not only would I be hunted for the rest of my life, you would too.”
“Oh, if you’re worried about the fact that he’s my brother, rest assured, I don’t care.” I blinked as the latter part of his confession settled. “Why wouldIbe hunted?”
A sly grin tugged on the corner of his lips as he suddenly grabbed my wrists and yanked me up, startling me. He inched closer, and his proximity blew the air out of my lungs.
“Because you’re fucking your brother’s killer,” Davorin murmured as he brought one of my hands up, his gaze locked on my bracelet. I hadn’t even noticed I’d put it on.
Tenderly, he brought my hand closer to his face, placing a small kiss on my wrist, just below the piece of jewelry. My whole body began to ache, as if I were on fire.
The most intimate moment we’d shared washed over my memory, on repeat for what seemed like hours. He wasn’t moving either, holding on to my wrist as if he were holding on to dear life, and staring at me, his eyes sparking with mischief.
“We’re not sleeping together,” I breathed.
He tilted his head to the side and released my hand. Slowly, he took a step back, and I saw how badly he was trying to control himself. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t breathe properly. His eyes trailed all over my body, and I realized I’d forgotten about my choice of my sleepwear.
It was a light blue chemise, made of the finest silk.
“Not yet,” he corrected. “It might not be tonight or tomorrow, but it will happen, little lion. I’ve tasted you, and I’m never letting you go, even if it kills me.”
I decided to test his patience, to see just how much control he had over himself. “And if I want it to be tonight?” I inched closer to him.
He let out a low growl, hoarse and husky, that almost made my knees buckle. His gaze hardened as he stared deeply into my eyes. “That would be very dangerous, Kaya.”
“I happen to adore danger.”
It was an invitation, and Davorin accepted it.
How I found myself lying underneath him on my bed, with both arms pinned above my head was a mystery I didn’t care to solve. All that mattered was that this man seemed to know me better than I knew myself, because as soon as one of his hands began to trail up and down my body, I was gone.
