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And there was my answer.
The hole in my chest dug deeper and a hot well of tears stung the back of my eyes. My throat tightened.
I didn't need him to say it. I knew it like I was sure of my name.
My father had abandoned me.
I expected it. I expected him to run and hide; protect himself, and not care about my fate. But it didn't stop the stabbing in my heart from hurting any less.
Alexei was peering now; the look in his eyes shielded… unclear. Vague, yet wielding a sack load of unburdened emotions.
I sniffled and wiped my nose. I did not want to cry. Not in front of him, anyway. He already didn’t think very highly of me. If I cried, that would be one more reason to get rid of me.
But the tears wouldn't stop falling.
I sniveled and wiped.
Sniveled, wiped…and cried, completely broken.
His strong arms reached forward, wrapped around my waist, and pulled me down to his strong thighs.
Instantly, the tears dried up.
My hand was splayed on his chest, and he had one hand on my hip, while the other traced his thumb under my eyes.
“Wh...what are you doing?” I whispered.
“I hate a lot of things…” his voice was deep, thick, and smoky. His tongue darted across his full pink lips. “and seeing you cry is one of them.”
He wiped the tears away,literally,and all I wanted was to melt into his strong arms.
I could barely breathe or even find my voice.
His scent scrambled all rational thoughts, and it didn't help that his fingers on my hip traced the curve until he cupped my exposed butt cheek.
His jaw ticked.
My brain cells scrambled.
My knees accidentally brushed the hard bulge between his legs and hot blood rushed through my veins.
He was a dangerous man. My kidnapper. A murderer. He had Grey’s blood on his hands, and many more men’s. I should be repulsed. Disgusted. I wanted to stop him. To push myself off him, walk out that door, and forget that my body burned for him.
But nothing other than the shameless, breathless whisper of his name escaped. One I never should have uttered.
“Alexei…”
Like the snap of a delicate rope, and with breakneck speed, he dipped his head and nipped my jaw. Sharp teeth grazed my skin and my blunt nails dug into the fabric of his shirt.
A moan tore through my throat and he gripped my butt tighter.
“So fragile…” he mumbled and sucked on the nape of my neck; his wet tongue licking, sucking.
My vision was blurred, and my thoughts grew hazy. What were we doing? What wasIdoing?
Memories of that night resurfaced. The thumps, moans… I gathered strength and pushed him back. This was wrong, for so many reasons. I was vulnerable, yes, and wasn't thinking straight. That would have been the perfect excuseifeverything in me didn't scream for his touch.
But something heavier weighed on my conscience.
