Remember who he is. What he’s done…
But then I meet his gaze, and the breath catches in my throat. Those eyes… they’re not the icy blue orbs that have haunted my dreams for fifteen fucking years. The eyes that stared me down as he murdered Jake.
No, these eyes are a warm, whiskey brown with flecks of gold that catch the light as he stares up at me.
Familiar in a way that sends a pang of longing straight to my heart. They remind me of… Elijah’s.
What the actual hell?
Did I officially lose my mind?
I blink, trying to clear my head. But it’s impossible. Not with him so close, his body radiating heat like a furnace.
God, he’s gorgeous.
Just like his little boy. Scratch that.Mylittle boy.
Ruggedly handsome, with a jawline that could cut glass and cheekbones you could slice your hand on.
And don’t even get me started on his mouth. Those lips, full and sensual, curl into a smirk that makes me want to do very, very bad things.
Down, girl. Focus.
This is Leonid fucking Kuznetsov. The boss of the Ravens, the most notorious mafia gang in the whole goddamn region.
He’s the fucker I’ve been gunning for my entire adult life.
It might not have been his face I saw; could’ve been one of his thugs. But make no mistake—they’re all bloody Ravens, every last one of them.
He might just be the son of a bitch who had Jake killed.
I can’t be getting all hot and bothered over him. No matter how fucking sexy he is.
But my body doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo. Because every inch of me is tingling, aching, desperate for his touch.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I need to get out of here.
But as I try to move, his hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place.
“Not so fast,kotik,” he purrs, his voice low and rough. “We’re just getting started.”
I glare down at him, hating the way my body responds to his every touch, his every word. Hating myself for wanting him, even now.
But I can’t deny the truth. He’s gotten under my skin, burrowed deep into my mind and my flesh until I can’t tell where the hatred ends and the desire begins.
In one swift motion, Leonid flips us over, pinning me beneath him on the plush carpet. I gasp at the sudden shift, my heart slamming against my ribs. He looms above me, his eyes molten and intense as they bore into mine.
“Now tell me who the fuck you are,” he demands.
“You don’t need to know that,” I spit back. “Get off me. Now,” I sneer, mustering all my strength to push him away. But he counters smoothly, dropping his weight back down and capturing my wrists. His hands pin them firmly to the carpet, his body anchoring me.
His lips quirk in a devilish smirk. “Now, why would I do that? Things are just getting interesting.”
He leans down, his mouth hovering a breath from mine. I feel the warmth of his exhale on my lips, the scrape of his stubble against my cheek.
God, he’s intoxicating. Every cell in my body screams to close the distance, to taste him, to let him consume me.
