Dmitri’s jaw tightened as his gaze skimmed the room. “You’re not staying here. It isn’t safe.”
I blinked. “He’s not going to try anything after you nearly choked him to death.”
“Do you want to take that chance?”
I stared down at the floor, trying to gather my thoughts. He was right. Even if the likelihood was low he’d try again tonight…
The images from that night at the party snared my brain.
No, I wouldn’t–couldn’t–go through that again. I’d just slink into an empty guest bedroom, and wedge furniture against the door.
“Fine,” I said, grabbing my suitcase that was hiding all the poisons I hadn’t used on this trip.
I rolled it behind me–
And nearly stumbled into Dmitri’s hulking form when he stopped in front of his own door.
“Absolutely not,” I said, making my way around him.
Dmitri leaned against the doorframe. “It’s the only place you’ll be safe in this house.”
I wanted to snort at the word ‘safe’. It was the last word I should associate with this man.
But my mind and body vehemently disagreed. After all, he’d found me drugged on the dance floor, and taken me home without harming me. I tightened my grip on my suitcase’s plastic handle.
Was I seriously considering sleeping in the same room as Dmitri?
“If you try anything…” I couldn’t even figure out how to finish that threat. Dmitri could end my existence as easily as breathing.
“I won’t fuck you unless you beg for it,” he said before walking into his bedroom.
My mouth dropped open as I gaped at his muscular back. How could he say that so nonchalantly when my entire lower body was tensing up like I’d just run a marathon?
“Promise?” I said when I finally got my wits together.
A shadow of a smile skimmed across his face. “Yes. Now get your ass inside, kotenok.”
I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me, feeling like I’d just closed myself in a cage with a rabid wolf.
Chapter twenty-four
Alisa
I surveyed the room, my stomach bottoming out when I realized there was only one bed. The only other furniture was a hard-backed chair near the fireplace.
“Any chance you’ll give me the bed?” I asked, not feeling the least bit hopeful about his response.
Dmitri sat down on the bed, his weight bringing the mattress down. “I warned you, I’m not a gentleman.”
With a sigh, I slumped onto the hardback chair, shifting my weight so the hard edge wasn’t digging into my back.
“So fucking stubborn, kotenok,” Dmitri said, lying back and leaning his sculpted arms behind his head.
Flutters erupted in my stomach as I stared at his muscular arms. I quickly glanced away, a flush spreading across my neck.
He chuckled deeply. That did nothing for the redness when I remembered it’d been that very sound that had set me off in the shower.
I curled my legs underneath me, but immediately set them back down when I realized how much skin my nightgownshowed off. I shifted my position, and the wood frame of the chair dug even further into my back. This was going to be such a long night.
