Her cheeks heat up even more. “Yes, thanks,” she quickly says, taking the plate. “I’m sorry about supper. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t care about supper, Maddie.”
I motion for her to follow me as I lead the way to the media room. Sitting at one end of the leather couch, I stretch my legs out on an ottoman and watch her hesitate on where to sit. The couch is huge, plenty of room for her to choose. I fight a smile when she chooses the cushion next to me and sits cross-legged while holding her plate in her hands.
“What do you like to watch?”
“Anything,” she says. “But not horror, please.”
“Don’t like to be scared,kiska?”
“I get scared easily, yes, but I’m more worried about trying to keep my pizza down while watching a bunch of gore.”
“Fair enough,” I say, flipping through the options.
“Ooh, that looks good,” she quickly says when a Nordic crime show appears.
“I thought you didn’t like scary things and gore.”
She puts her pizza down and looks at me. “It’s not the same thing. This is a detective show. He solves crimes and stuff. Dead bodies are shown, but it’s not the same thing as watching a horror movie with jump scares.”
When I click on it, she says, “But you have to put the subtitles on because I don’t speak Finnish. There’s some Russian in it, too.”
“You’ve seen it before?”
“Just part of the first episode. It’s really good, though. You’re gonna like it.”
I can’t help but give a small smile at her enthusiasm. She hasn’t been here long at all, and already it feels perfectly natural to just sit back and watch TV with her while we eat. I don’t relax around people, and I never let my guard down, but it’s surprisingly easy to do around her. I finish off my plate and get some more. She smiles when I drop a couple more slices on her plate as well.
“Thanks,” she murmurs around the huge bite she just took.
The few times I’ve bothered to take a woman to dinner, they didn’t eat like Maddie. They ordered garden salads and wine and then sat there sharpening their claws and trying to decide where best to dig them into me. A Bratva boss is a trophy to most women, a ferocious beast they think they can control and use, and I’ve never wanted any part of it. I’m only human, though, and it doesn’t stop me from admiring the beauty sitting right next to me.
Leaning back against the couch, the day starts to catch up to me. It’s been almost forty hours since I’ve gotten any sleep, and with my stomach full and the comfortable couch beneath me, it doesn’t take long before I’ve fallen asleep. I go from being completely knocked out to fully alert in seconds. The feel of someone’s fingers on my face has my instincts taking over and before my brain has any idea of what the fuck is going on, I’m lying on top of Maddie with a knife pressed to her slender throat and both her wrists pinned above her head—a position that’s becoming common for us.
“Volodya,” she whispers, terror making her voice thick and husky.
I don’t move. Instead, I become fully aware of the way her body is molded to mine. The soft, feminine curves pressing against me. Leaning closer, I look into her grey eyes, wide with fright but underneath the terror is a lust that threatens to undo me. I know she can feel how hard I am.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on me,kiska,” I whisper against her cheek. “Were you trying to touch me?”
She lets out a soft moan when I rock my hips, digging my cock even harder into her thigh.
“Can you move the knife?” she whispers.
I smile and hover my lips over hers. “Tell me something first. Did you fuck yourself after you started giving me a little striptease? You were awfully flushed when you came back into the kitchen.”
“What?”
I very briefly drag my lips over hers, smiling when I hear the hitch in her breath. Running my nose along her cheek, I whisper in her ear. “You know what I’m talking about, Maddie. I want to know if you fucked that sweet pussy after I wrapped you in a towel and sent you scurrying inside like a scared little rabbit.”
When she hesitates, I give her earlobe a soft bite. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” Her voice is a breathy rush and it has my cock growing even bigger, desperate to get inside her.
“What did you think about?”
“Seriously?” she hisses, making me give a soft laugh.
