The desire’s eating at me, gnawing away like a constant itch I can’t scratch.
Sophia.
Just the thought of her name makes my cock twitch. I’ve been avoiding her, burying myself in work, burying myself in anything to distract from the hunger. But it’s there, always there, lurking just beneath the surface.
Anyone could be a fucking rat for Aleks,even Sophia.
I scold myself, my internal voice raw with warning.
Shit, I need to get a grip. but right now, it’s not my head that’s doing the thinking – it’s my cock.
I tell myself I can stay away, that I can resist her. But who am I kidding? The need’s too strong, too raw.
Dammit, I want her. And I know, deep down, that it’s a craving I won’t be able to fight much longer.
Coming out of the shower, the cool air pricks at my overheated skin. Fog clings to the bathroom mirror from the heat. My senses snap alert at the sight of a shadow from the corner of my eye.
Blyat! Someone’s here!
Without thinking, my hand reaches out to the top drawer. The familiar cold steel of my gun sits there waiting for me. My heart pounds against my rib cage, anxiety clawing its way up my throat.
Then, the shadow clarifies. A form, a figure, a woman.
“Sophia?” I grunt, my voice filled with disbelief and a hint of annoyance. Her eyes are as big as saucers, her mouth open. Just standing there in my sanctuary, looking like a ghost.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, lowering my gun slowly. She’s the last person I expected to see. Not after spending days cooped up in my bunker avoiding her, interrogating those bastards who dared to spy on my house. All the while, the thought of her burned at the back of my mind, fueling my rage, my obsession.
“I-I…” Sophia stammers, her eyes wide as they rake over my body. I feel a bolt of heat where her gaze lands – my abs, my chest, the trail of hair leading further down.
My skin tingles under her stare. I can almost feel her touch, as if she’s tracing the path of her gaze with her fingers. It sets my blood on fire. My cock twitches; the towel around my waist is the only thing that shields her from my reaction.
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, as if she’s suddenly aware of where her eyes have wandered. It’s a sight that twists something in my gut, a mix of satisfaction and an insatiable desire to see more of that color on her.
Sophia swallows hard, her eyes flicking back up to my face. “I-I came to… I mean,” she stutters, then her eyes snap away, her anger suddenly flaring. “You’re not even decent!” she practically spits out.
I let out a snort, seeing her cheeks reddening even more, her eyes unwillingly darting toward the bulge in my towel.
“Well,krasotka,” I reply, my voice a low rumble. “You are the one who walked in on me.” My gaze drops to her clothes, the conservative nanny outfit that does nothing to hide her tantalizing curves.
I’d much rather see her in something…less.
“Jesus,” I mutter under my breath, raking a hand through my damp hair as I try to control my raging hormones. She’s making it harder.
“I-I am here because you’ve been gone for a long time,” she starts, clearly flustered, her gaze bouncing around the room.
“And that makes it fine to barge into my bathroom?” I shoot back, my eyes aflame with a mix of irritation and desire.
“I… Sorry, they said you were here, and I…” She’s visibly struggling to keep her gaze fixed anywhere but on the rigid tent in my towel.
“And what?” I growl, cutting her off with a smirk. “You thought you would just walk in here while I was showering?”
She stammers again, “I… Yulia’s been…she’s been asking for her brother. Her birthday is this Saturday, and she hasn’t…”
I feel my heart clench at the mention of my sister, but it doesn’t change the situation. My gaze hardens on Sophia. “So, you decided to waltz into my private gym, into my shower? You must have known what you were getting into. This needs some…consequences, wouldn’t you agree, Sophia?”
“I… I didn’t…” she stutters, her face flushes a deeper shade of red.
But before she can finish her lame excuse, I close the distance between us, slamming my lips onto hers.
