Gavriil slows to a stop a few inches away from me, the smell of his cologne rolling over me. And blood. His lip is bleeding. Not that I care why when he says, “Are you sure? Maybe you just need another release to help you relax.”
“That’s not happening again,” I tell him, fixing him with a firm stare. I can’t mess up twice.
“No? Not even if I offer my tongue to get you off this time.”
Bastard.
Every word that comes out of his mouth is like dripping honey, sweet and smooth. His thick accent complements everything that he says, especially the filthy shit.
“No.”
To my surprise, Gavriil doesn’t reach out to touch me. He just stands there, invading my personal space so that it’s impossible to ignore him.
Then again, he’s impossible to ignore even if he’s across the room.
“You sure about that?” Gavriil asks me, his voice bordering on teasing.
I eye him, unease stirring in my chest. He can be cocky, but something feels off about him. He looks way too amused with himself.
Unless he’s just that damn happy that I gave in to him.
“What are you doing?” I question him, bracing myself for anything he could possibly pull.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t like this…attitude.”
Gavriil smirks, and I hate how handsome it makes him look because it’s the closest that I’ll get to seeing a genuine smile. “I don’t know what you mean. I think you’re paying attention to me a little too closely,printsessa.”
My cheeks grow warm. He has to stop calling me that. “Why are you in here? You must’ve known that I was going to turn you down. Didn’t you hear me? What we did before…we’re not doing it again.”
He clicks his tongue. “Your loss.”
The heat in my face threatens to move lower as his gaze slides down my figure like roaming hands, tracing every curve. He needs to get out of here.
“Go away. I’m trying to sleep,” I say pointedly as my eyes dart to the door behind him.
“I have a different idea to help you out,” Gavriil says, making me roll my eyes. “Would you like to see Dominik again?” he asks.
My eyes widen mid-roll. There’s no way that he justofferedthat to me. There has to be a catch, but I’m too nervous that he’ll strip away the opportunity if I question him about it.
“Yes,” I blurt out, my eagerness evident in my voice.
The thought of telling Dominik the truth makes me nauseous with worry, but I want to see him again. I want to feel his protective arms around me like he’s my personal set of armor. I want to figure this situation out together because we’re far more effective that way.
If he’ll even want to talk to me after I tell him what I did.
Gavriil takes his phone out of his pants pocket and sends a text before looking back up at me. “Say hello to my brother for me.”
I wrinkle my nose at him. “Why don’t you do that yourself?”
“I think it’ll be better coming from you.”
He really needs to get over his pride and have a productive conversation with Dominik, specifically about the war that has been waged against the Bratva before we’re all killed. He needs his help, but Dom isn’t going to lift a finger unless Gavriil makes things right with him.
Maybe things are too far gone for that to ever happen.
The bedroom door opens, and Valentin enters. He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket.
