That was the first thought on my mind when I got up from my restless sleep before dawn. A heavy sigh left my lips. They still felt sensitive from his kisses, and I traced them with the tip of my finger.
Oh, God!
I yanked my hands off my lips as I thought of how far we’d gone last evening. How far I’d practically begged him to take me. I could still feel his hands on my face and all over my body. My legs pressed together at the memory of moaning his name as his fingers brought me to a shattering orgasm. I could still hear him growling into my ear about how it was not the right time. I could still feel the tingles of his kisses on my neck. The image of his face, of how his eyes darkened with desire as he tantalized my body with his fingers, and how he pulled my hands to his neck was still vivid in my mind’s eye.
What made me groan in mortification was the fact that it was Konstantin. This was a man I’d sworn to hate. A man who took the most important person in my life from me without blinking twice. He was a lord in the world I’d done everything to never be associated with again.
It wassupposedto be wrong in every sense.
Emphasis on supposed because, in all truth, it didn’t feel wrong.
Nothing felt wrong when he handed me a weapon instead of asking his men to forcefully haul me into the basement. When he protected me and continually told me to remain behind him, it didn’t feel wrong.
It certainly didn’t feel wrong when he pulled me into that room and kissed me. It felt anything but wrong when he touched me. Hell, I wanted it. It felt…safe.
Safety in the hands of a killer?!
Now, I’m going crazy.
Dragging myself to the center of the wide bed, I threw the covers over myself.
The sound of knocking woke me up after a few hours.
“Come in,” I called, moving to the foot of the bed.
I felt a slight headache as I moved.
Of course, my sleep has been chaotic.
The door opened, and Hans came in, smiling.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted, bringing the tray in his hands to the stool.
“Good morning, Hans,” I replied as he pushed the stool closer to me. “How is everyone?”
“Everyone is well and safe, ma’am,” he answered, lifting a mug of hot chocolate and bringing it towards me. “Boss said to bring this to you.”
The thought of Konstantin sending me a drink I definitely needed warmed me inside as the mug warmed my cool hands.
“How is Greta doing? The house is worse than a mess. Yesterday was chaos,” I uttered after a hearty sip of the sweet drink.
He nodded, chuckling lightly. “The house is still under lockdown. Until tonight, maybe. But we’re all okay. We’ll have the manor like it used to be in a few days.”
“Lockdown? Like, no moving in or out?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered. “It’s to make sure the dust settles, I guess.”
I nodded as I placed the mug back in the tray.
“The dining room isn’t fit to be used, yet. So we’re all eating in our rooms,” he explained as I opened the dish on the tray.
“I’m amazed that it was even possible to make something in that kitchen. With the way glass was flying everywhere yesterday,” I disclosed, shaking my head before jerking my chin towards him. “Weren’t you scared?”
“I probably was. I just didn’t have the time to register it,” he answered, shrugging. “Responding to the attack was the next line of action. No thinking or feeling.”
“Right,” I remarked before a realization hit me. “Responding? Did you also join in the shooting? You handle guns?”
His smile crept wider as he explained, “Even as domestic staff, having some basic training is necessary in every Bratva household. I’m not as skilled at marksmanship as the boss’s men, but yes, I shoot pretty well.”
