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My heart quivers just the tiniest amount. If I squint and turn my head to the side and sort go cross-eyed a little bit, it almost looks like he cares about my safety.
“You’re pregnant,” he adds. “I’m not about to let you carry my heir into harm’s way.”
Well, there goes that theory.And since he’s just shot my request down, I have no reason to be polite anymore. “So what you’re saying is that I’m your prisoner?”
“At least until the baby is born.”
“That’smonthsaway, Ruslan.”
“Lucky for you, this is a big estate. Go explore it.”
“Let me take Kirill with me then,” I suggest. “He can protect me. He can be my personal bodyguard, if that’s what it takes to get me out of—”
Ruslan slams his palms down on the desk and rears himself up to his full height. I’m not quite sure which part of that suggestion ticked him off the most, but suddenly, he looks very pissed. His nostrils flare, his eyes shoot daggers at me, and he’s wearing a violent scowl that shows off his sharp canines.
“No one will be escorting you anywhere.”
“You escorted me to the doctor’s.”
“I am different.”
“By that, do you mean you’re a complete and total asshole?” I yell. “Because if so, I completely agree! Youaredifferent.”
“This is about your safety!”
“No! This is about your fetish for control.”
He rounds the table, his chest rising and falling heavily. “Oh, I don’t presume to think I can control you.You’re the one pulling the strings, aren’t you, littlekiska?”
I can’t lie—hearing him use that word on me again sends a shooting thrill up my spine. But I’m too pissed off to care. Much, much too pissed off.
“Right,” I spit, getting right up in his face before he gets in mine. “Because I’m just the devious whore who seduced you in order to use you and then sell you out to the highest bidder. That’s the narrative you’ve created in your head, huh? Maybe I should just freaking lean into it.”
His eyes flash—with anger? Or excitement? I really don’t know.
“You don’t want to fan that fire,kiska.”
“Or maybe I do,” I hiss. “Maybe I should just be your whore. Get on my knees and make the big, bad CEO happy, just for the chance to invite my friend over? That’s what you expect of me?”
“Emma…” There’s a clear and obvious warning in his voice but the adrenaline is pounding hard. So is my vagina. It doesn’t help that he’s so close that I can feel his heat, his scent. My body remembers how it feels for him to move inside of me.
“You want me to be your whore again?” I push. “Is that it?”
“Stop it.”
I don’t even know where to start with processing what I’m feeling right now. There’s so much to unpack. The first and most dominant layer is longing. Then there’s desire. Anger. Resentment. Sadness. Fear.
After that, more longing.
So much longing.
My eyes connect with his. That fire-bright stare makes me feel like I’m in real danger. I’ve been burned before but that look has the power to do so much more damage.
If I let it.
“I’m leaving,” I announce.
I turn to run from this very bad decision when his hand shoots out and grabs my arm. He pulls me backward until my ass hits his desk. Then he plants himself in front of me, snuffing out any chance of an escape.
