Page 40 of The Oath of Seduce


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Her eyes flicker with something I can’t quite identify. Anger? Surprise? Confusion? But it’s gone in an instant, replaced by a stubborn glare.

“Isn’t she?”

The chuckle that escapes me is dark and low. “No, Yulia is my sister.”

She blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Oh.” Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “Well, that’s… I mean, I just assumed…” she stutters. I can feel the embarrassment building up within her.

She’s so fucking cute.

“Assumed I’d have a wife and daughter?” I cut in, grinning at her discomfort. “You sound disappointed, Sophia.”

“I’m not,” she snaps a little too quickly. I choke back a laugh. “I mean…” She locks eyes with me, defiance blazing. “I just…I just want to know what I’m dealing with here.”

“Oh, krasotka…you have no fucking clue what you’re dealing with,” I smirk. “And let me tell you, Yulia is not as easy to handle as you’d think.”

Taking a step, I close the distance between us, my lips just inches from hers. Our breathing mingles, creating an electric air that threatens to spark any second. She’s already melting under the intensity, even if she won’t admit it.

Just thinking about it has my cock throbbing. The idea of having her squirming beneath me, exploring her body, marking her as mine. The anticipation of hearing her moan my name, her voice laced with desperation and surrender. Damn, I can’t wait to have her begging for me again.

But she needs to understand. She needs to know who’s in control, who’s calling the shots.

I picture running my hands over her shivering skin, toying with her sensitive nipples before journeying lower, prying her thighs apart to find the sweet heat between. I imagine stroking her clit until she’s hovering on the edge, then backing off, leaving her gasping and begging. When she’s teetering on the precipice, I’d fuck her hard, mercilessly, driving her wild and making her come again and again until she’s shattered and remade under my touch.

Seriously, Luka?

I’m getting all hot and bothered like a sex-starved schoolboy. Over a girl. This girl. It’s a laughable thought, absurd even.

“I- I,” she tries, but that’s as far as she gets. My hand is already up, cutting her off, slicing through the tension. Her eyes, wide and blown, try to hold me back.

I turn away from her abruptly, feeling the tension tightening my muscles. This has gone far enough. My pants are a prison for my hardened cock, the thought of ripping her clothes off, taking her raw, and imprinting her, is damn near killing me. My mind’s a fucking porn reel featuring her, and it’s doing my head in.

Every beat of my heart pulses straight to my dick, echoing her phantom cries for more. More of me. It’s a goddamn siren call, a disaster waiting to happen.

Focus.

Crossing the room, I grab the door handle. It’s cool against my heated skin.

This is for Yulia.

This isn’t about me being balls-deep in her nanny.

Who are you kidding, mudak?

With that, I’m out, the door slamming shut behind me.

Chapter 20

Sophia

“WHAT THE fuck just happened?” I mutter, standing alone in the meeting room. My hands shake, my mind is a whirl of confusion.

Everything happened so fast it’s got me spinning. One minute, I’m being paraded in front of Luka like some cheap prize, and the next, he picks me and storms off like he’s caught fire. Leaves me in his wake, gasping for air and trying to make sense of the chaos.

My heart’s pounding like a drum, and my body’s humming with this wild mix of fear and excitement. Luka…he’s something else. Commanding and scary as hell, like a tattooed Greek god with a mafia pedigree.

Wait a minute, did I just score the job?

I blink hard, even slap my cheek to feel the sting of reality. Sucking in a breath, my chest tightens. Then it hits me like a slap of cold air. Luka’s introduction of Yulia…

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