I blink at her. Confused. Did she just—
She stands, bold as hell, and grabs my hand.My hand.
Pulling until I sit beside her on the edge of my own bed. She crosses her legs and gestures for me to do the same.
Not a chance in hell.
She lets out a frustrated breath. “Okay, I would like to make an arrangement in order to save my life.”
My brows rise, amused despite myself. “Go on.”
“I know you know that I didn’t do anything wrong. I was supposed to be killed as a baby, but I was hidden instead. I didn’tsteal from you, I didn’t hurt you, and there’s no reason for me to be here.”
“Didn’t you kill one of my men a couple of days ago?” I ask, tilting my head.
“Um, that was actually self-defence, so I get a pass.”
I laugh ironically. “You get a pass for killing a Bratva man?”
“Yes.” She says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Okay.”
She blinks. “Okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll give you your pass…” I lean closer, voice dropping, “… if you tell me about Elijah and Enzo. I want to know your brother’s plan for running his side of the island, and I want to know how you really feel about your little boyfriend.”
She hesitates, glancing away, but I already know her answer. Those two boys are the only people she cares about. The only leverage I need.
“I was thinking literally anything else.”
My smile is instant. “No deal, malyshka. You can stay in your cage.”
I stand, ready to walk away, when her fingers curl around my arm again. I freeze, watching her with narrowed eyes as she slides off the bed and lowers herself to the floor, kneeling at my feet.
“Aurelia…” It’s a warning.
“I can give you something else,” she whispers, her head tilted back to meet my stare. “Something I think you want.”
Before I can force her up, her hand presses against the bulge straining my pants.
How is she this bold? She should be afraid, but she isn’t.
Why the fuck isn’t she scared of me?
I should stop her. I should put her back in chains, remind her that she’s not the one with power here. But when her fingersslide down to my zipper, when the sound of it cutting through the silence fills the room, I don’t move. I don’t breathe.
She tugs my pants down with infuriating slowness, her blue eyes never leaving mine, waiting for the moment I’ll say no. But fuck—someone would have to shoot me in the head to make me stop this.
Her hand slips beneath the band of my boxers, wrapping around my length. My jaw clenches, my control splinters, and I help her bring them down to give her better access.
That smile spreads across her face again—that devious, dangerous smile, clasping her bottom lip between her perfect teeth just before her tongue teases me from base to tip, slow and deliberate. Then she takes me into her mouth, sucking, twisting her tongue in ways that have me cursing under my breath.
Her head bobs up and down, wrapping both hands around my cock and twisting.
“Fuck…” The word rips out of me as I stare down at her, knuckles whitening as I brace myself against the ceiling beam.
Saliva drips from her mouth, but she keeps her eyes on me, daring me to look away first. But I don’t. I thrust into her mouth, fucking it hard enough to make her break.
