Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
We disappear into the pleasure. He presses me even closer to the wall, boxing me in, trapping me. Being trapped by his brother is the last thing I want, but being trapped by him is heaven. He groans, sliding his hand down my body. It’s not like this is private. If somebody sees us and reports back to Dad …
Suddenly, he steps back, shuddering all over. His tone lowers to passionate urgency. “Do you have any idea what I’d do to you?” he groans. “Even here, even if being with you is the last thing I should think about, I’d own you, Mila. Every inch.”
With that, he turns away, leaving me to stand here with my lips burning with lust, my nipples feeling like they’re rubbing with tantalizing friction against my bra. I wait for him to stop and come back to me, but he doesn’t. He keeps walking.
I go to the restroom not because I need to but because it gives me a chance to mentally and physically reset after what just happened. When I return to the function room, the condolences have ended. Ania sees me enter and wanders over. “I’m glad that’s over,” she says, jitterbugging from foot to foot. “Are you okay, Mila? You’ve gone all pale.”
Pale is the last thing I would’ve expected. I thought my face would be bright red. I’m burning up from the inside, fueled by desire, lust, and something I’m not sure I have words for. Maybe this is an example of my survival instinct telling me to hide how I really feel.
“I’m fine,” I say.
Over her shoulder, I can see Mikhail speaking with some other men. He’s holding a napkin to his knuckles, dabbing at the blood.
“Stop making this about me,” I tell Ania. “I’m here for you, okay?”
Ania lets me lead her to a table and sit her down, and I do my best to focus on our conversation. I do my best not to think about later. Will Mikhail want to pick up where we left off? Should I even be contemplating letting this go further?
Good, he groaned when I told him I knew this could end badly. It’s like he doesn’t want me caught off guard when this explodes in our faces. But is he ready for what this could lead to when we only just met? Am I?
CHAPTER 6
MIKHAIL
Back at the compound—this is what Dimitri and I have always called this place in the desert—I do my best to throw myself into my work. I don’t want to think about what happened at the wake. I lost it, thinking of all the hypocrisy of these bastards, and then Mila was just there, like magic. I couldn’t stop myself.
I told her it could end badly, maybe hoping she’d stop on some level, even if her stopping was the last thing I wanted. As I sort through my programs, I think about what I could do with more manpower. Or is that an excuse to see her again?
Screw it. I can’t keep fighting this. Or maybe I could, but I don’t want to when I can still taste her lips on mine. I can still feel her body pressed against mine, the lust burning up in her. I don’t have to question if she wants me. At least physically, I felt how badly her body wanted me to claim her, touch her, massage her, and kiss every inch.
Leaving the bedroom, I go to Mila’s room. I can hear the tap-tap-tap of keys typing. I put my ear against the door, listening with a slight smile on my face. It’s like I can hear her passion in each frantically typed key.
I push the door open slowly, my smile widening when I see her typing away. Her back is to me, her curly hair tied in a gorgeously messy ponytail. She’s typing with so much passion that her whole upper half moves, causing her ponytail to dance around.
She must sense me watching or maybe feel the change in the air because she turns, shock reverberating through her. Taking off her headphones, she says, “Uh, hi?”
I smirk, closing the door behind me, then rush across the room. It’s been several hours since the kiss, but it feels far longer. “That’s all you’ve got to say for me, huh?”
Her smile could cure illnesses. She beams when I take her hands, pulling her into my embrace. When I kiss her, it’s like all her nerves melt away. It’s like all my rage and uncertainty drains, too. We collapse into the passion, entirely giving ourselves to it.
When I pick her up, she wraps her legs around me like she’s been waiting for me to do this. I moan as I carry her to the bed, laying her on her back. I lie on top of her, never stopping the kissing, holding myself up as I grind my body against hers and feel her heat bursting through her clothes.