I snorted in laughter, and his entire face lit up, and I saw a different side to him.
“Broke my foot when I landed on spilt milk on the linoleum and slipped over,” he added with a smile. “I was four or five, I think.”
“Maybe you didn’t have enough feathers,” I exclaimed, imagining this sullen man before me as a mischievous little boy.
His smile widened as those eyes softened as his gaze drifted over my eyes, then lips, and I thought he was going to kiss me again when a dark cloud seemed to encompass him, changing his demeanor. “They're doing the callout in alphabetical order,” he told me, and it took me a couple of seconds to realize he was talking about the police. “You’ll be called up soon, probably in the next day or so.”
I made a face to show that I didn’t care because I was completely in the dark over it. To be honest, I was more concerned about missing class, then the police investigation.
His dark eyes looked to the side as if he was considering what to say, then he fixed his gaze on me. My breath hitched at how penetrating and loaded that gaze was, and not in a good way.“If you happened to see something that might criminalize Ezrah Warwick, you won’t say anything, will you?”
A brick of nerves landed in my stomach as Carrie’s warning words replayed in my head,“There’s a rumor that they’re responsible for the body on the train.”
He stepped toward me to assert his dominance as my hand plunged into my bag again to grip the handle of my knife, “That wasn’t a question or a request. That was a demand,” his voice was graveling and threatening.
“Oh, so you did have something to do with it,” I argued.
“I didn’t say that,” he said evenly, keeping his cool. “But if you snitch on us, then you will regret it.” He moved closer, forcing me to move away, but I ran out of space, and my back slammed against the wall. “Do you understand?”
I pulled my knife out from my bag and held the blade against his jaw. “Do you?”
He pressed his jaw against the blade, so close to breaking the skin, “You won’t get out of here alive if you don’t obey, Adina.”
“Obey?” I interrogated, swallowing back the fear rattling in my lungs. “I obey no one.”
He wavered for a few seconds, still pressing his jaw softly against the blade. “That will be your loss,” his voice sent a shiver down my spine. That wounding gaze fixed onto me as he pushed harder against the blade to slice his skin, and blood flowed, but he didn’t care.
I lowered the knife, slightly alarmed by his reaction and a complete absence of fear of being hurt, or maybe he didn’t feel pain. His thumb found the blood and ran along the small cut, then scrutinized the blob of scarlet, before fixing his attention back on me.
I was frozen in one spot as my fingers tightened the grip on my knife, ready to cause some damage if he went too far. But he instead surprised me by running his bloody thumb across mybottom lip. Automatically, my tongue flicks out to sample a taste under his simmering stare. Just a little taste.
I swallowed back his blood as those eyes of his warmed in pride, then his hand found the back of my neck under my ponytail and pulled my head towards his. Breath hitched, head spinning, lips parted, and he possesses my mouth as he had done before.
His taste was riveting, soft, warm tongue passionately dancing in my mouth, pushing down further into my throat as if this was the last kiss he would ever have. The last kiss, the last taste before he soared into the air like the song thrush at the stained-glass window.
The tantalizing heat peeled off his solid body as I melted into his embrace while he sucked out my fight, weakening me to my core. Annoyed at how easily he destroyed me, I pulled my shit together, tightened the grip on my knife stained with his blood, and poked it into his crotch. Not hard, but enough for him to get the message.
Laughter erupted from my mouth as he brimmed over in pleasure at my gall. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, “Fuck you like to push it, don’t you, little girl.”
I cocked my eyebrows at him, “Try me, Metalhead.”
He chuckled, stepped away from the point of my blade, the one area he refused to be cut. The one area he refused to be wounded was his balls and cock. Predictable.
Lev backed away with a smile, “Remember, Boleyn, keep your mouth shut,” he warned, pressing his fingers against his lips.
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I challenged him to see what he’d say.
He grunted as a shadow passed behind his eyes, which I interpreted as him thinking bad thoughts. “Wreck you.”
I breathed back the spaghetti of nerves knotted in my stomach to disguise my fear. I’d never let it show that he scares me, andI was too stubborn to show the shame that I had for allowing myself to weaken under his touch. I was stronger than this.
Under his simmering gaze, I held up my knife and tilted it under the light and said cooly, “I like how your blood looks on my blade,” biting my bottom lip.
In silence, brimming in pleasure, not affected by my threat, he winked, turned his back, and left.
27
“I haven’t seen you in a while,”I said to Adina as I approached her on a spin cycle, doing a warmup. “Where have you been hiding?”
