Fuck.
I need to get a grip, because this fucker just tattooed his name on my finger.
“It was inevitable,” he says calmly. “Bound to happen.”
I rise on the bed and jump for him.
He catches me easily, my legs wrap around his middle. It is ridiculous, really, considering I am completely naked. I try to hit him, but he stops me by taking my mouth in a kiss.
“Stop this,” he murmurs against my lips. “You can resume your attempts at killing me later. Right now, I need to fuck you.”
I melt into the kiss despite myself, because with him I am apparently insatiable.
He throws me back onto the bed and, in the next instant, strips off his trousers. His cock springs free, and he is on top of me immediately, kissing me again as I moan into his mouth when he thrusts into me.
He fucks me like he has lost his mind, and I love every second of it, right up until we come together, completely spent.
Chapter 58
Octavia
We had captured two more men who tried to kill me, or, more accurately, abduct me. Both ended up dead, and we are no closer to knowing who wants me, or for what purpose.
One came after the Christmas break. The other slipped onto the academy grounds last night, just as we returned from our three day escapade in Paris.
Markev was livid.
After we extracted what little information we could, which amounted to nothing, I went back to the dorm while he carried out a long, bloody interrogation.
It has only just finished.
He stands near my door now, having barged in without warning, staring at me with a faintly unhinged expression. Blood splatters his clothes, staining his hands and his face.
The intensity of the stare is another level. Hungry and possessive and angry all of them combined.
He steps away from the doorway, and I back away on instinct. His eyes are impossibly dark, and my stomach tightens in response.
I am done pretending I am anything other than turned on. Anticipation burns through me.
He takes another step.
I take one back.
“Run,” he says.
So I do.
I turn and bolt for my bedroom, making it inside just as I try to slam the door shut. A blade wedges itself between the door and the frame, stopping it.
I turn towards the bathroom, already moving for the door, but I hear him step into the room behind me. I barely get my hand up before he catches my hair and pulls me back against him.
His grip holds me exactly where he wants me.
And fuck me, I am already wet.
He turns me by my ponytail, releases it, and brings his hand to my throat.
His mouth closes over mine, the kiss fierce and claiming. When he pulls back, his breathing is ragged, his focus unwavering.
