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“You think?” I cock my head.
“She disappeared. Nobody knew where. I was too little to understand what was happening.” For the first time, she drops her eyes from mine. “My father would never talk about it… or tell me anything about her. So I grew up with this fantasy of her in my head.” Her voice has grown muted. “I dreamed she’d come back one day and… and tell me she never meant to leave me.”
Blyad.
I tilt her head up to look into my face. “I am sorry, too,” I say.
Sorry?
What are you playing at, mudak?
This woman makes me hard… and soft at the same time. Except “soft” is a luxury for a man like me. There is no room for it in my world.
I pull back to put a little distance between us, trying to ignore the flash of disappointment in her eyes.
“Kirill…” Her voice stops me from rising and setting her aside.
“What?”
“Could we… sit here a little longer?” She’s gnawing on her lip again. Sweet. Vulnerable. It tugs at something inside me.
Something that doesn’t belong there.
“No,” I say as I set her aside and rise. This has already gone too far. “I must meet with Dima.” I adjust my clothing and move away. “I will find you later. When I have need for you.” I turn on my heel, ignoring the cloud of pain that darkens her features.
I don’t have time for this now.
I don’t have time for it ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Tiana
Two weeks later
I’m sore again. I always am. And I love it.
Last night Kirill had my calves draped over his shoulders, and now my thighs are aching. In the best possible way.
I breathe in and lift my arms above my head. The shower is running, and I push myself up. I listen to the water cascading, imagining the droplets sliding down his tattooed chest, his muscles rippling with each movement. I can almost picture him under the stream of water, all naked and wet, and my cheeks flush at the thought. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but it’s hard not to.
It’s all a facade, though. I know it is. But still, it’s not easy to keep my focus on what my goal is right now.
Escape.
New life.
The shower cuts off, and I push myself into a sitting position up against the pillows, trying to appear casual as I smooth the sheet over my chest. The door opens, and my breath catches in my throat.
He’s standing there, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His damp hair is slicked back, revealing those intense dark eyes that seem to see right through me. My heart skips a beat as our gazes lock.
“You’re awake.” He runs an eye over me before turning away to head into his dressing room. “Get washed up,” he adds over his shoulder, “I have plans for us today.”
I nod mutely, still reeling from the sight of him half-naked. It takes all my willpower not to stare at his broad back as he disappears into the adjoining room to dress.
I’d love to watch him do that.
Watch yourself, Tee.
