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“There you go again, princess.”
She squirms and presses her thighs together.
That’s when I catch a scent. It’s faint. Nothing more than a tease. But it goes straight to the primal part of my brain, lighting it up like a Christmas tree. She’s turned on. So fucking turned on that she’s wet.
For me.
I lean lower and inhale deeply. God-fucking-dammit. She smells like a snack, one I want to smear all over my mouth.
She gasps. “What are you doing?”
I force my head up and meet her eyes again. “Playing with fire.”
She smirks. “In that case, burn, bitch, burn.”
8
OLIVIA
There is no mistaking Sergei’s want for me, no matter how much he hates it. It’s written all over his face. And based on his reaction, I know he can smell my arousal. There’s no use in even trying to deny it. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. It has to be some adrenaline high or knowing death is near. Still, it pisses me off.
I would smack him to stop whatever is happening between us, but he’s too damn close. Instead, I press my hands to his chest and try to push him away. He doesn’t budge, so I sink my nails into him through his shirt.
“Are you so sure it’s me that will be the one burning, princess?” I expect a cocky smirk from him, but instead, he takes a deep, longer breath. If he wasn’t a Taletti, I would probably find this sexy as hell, but he is who he is.
“Enjoy my smell?” I challenge.
He’s given me too much wiggle room, and I don’t mean physically. His words might be cutting along with his glares, but still he hasn’t raised a hand to me. I need to continue to remind myself that he’s a Taletti. Violence is all they know, or so I’ve been told. They’re a bunch of wild animals that kill for sport. They have no regard for women or life.
“You’re turned on,” he states. Again, no smirk. I think he is, too. It’s making him as mad as it’s making me.
“Maybe I’ve been thinking about the dirty things your father is going to do to me before—”
“Fuck.” He steps back but only enough so he can press his hand against my mouth to silence me.
“Your mouth is going to get you into trouble.” He keeps giving me that warning. I lick his palm. He drops his hand with a grunt.
“I thought my mouth was part of why I was here.”
He might be right. I’m the one that’s going to get burned because I’m playing with fire. Sergei gets angry when I talk about his father. He tries to hide it, but I see the tic in his jaw when I bring him up.
“Come on.” He grabs my waist, jerking me off the counter.
With as hard as he pulled me off, I was sure he was going to let me just land on my feet, but he keeps a hold of my waist and slowly puts me down. My bandage remains firmly in place.
Sergei releases his hold on me, saying “Go.” He gives my ass a smack. I jump and dart out of the bathroom to get away from him. It wasn’t a hard hit. My dad does it to my mom all the time. She pretends to be annoyed by it, but I always see the small smile that plays on her lips.
A wave of emotion hits me again. Trash rubs up against my legs as I stand beside the couch. I bet my parents are a mess right now. And I don’t even want to think about the hell my brothers are raising trying to find me.
“It was a pat on the ass. You’re fine.” Sergei comes to stand in front of me again. I’m starting to think he enjoys being close to me. Sex, that’s what he enjoys. I bet he is trying to get his turn with me first. “Stop crying,” he orders.
I blink. I hadn’t realized I was. I don’t want to cry in front of him. Begging him to take my life was shameful enough.
“You can’t order someone not to cry. It’s an uncontrollable emotion.” I hate that I’m showing my vulnerable side to him.
“Everything can be controlled.” He grips my chin to make me meet his eyes. “Are you hurt somewhere else?”
“I’m crying. What do you think?”
