“Do youwantto see Kevin?”
I turn around, forcing him to release me, to put some distance between us since his touch obviously muddies my head, but then he smiles.
And I hate how he’s so fucking blasé about everything. How he has none of the fire that’s consuming me alive on the regular since he came back into my life.
My hand wraps around his throat and I back him up until he topples and falls on the bed and I’m on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. “You think you can bring some fucktoy to my place while ending it with me in the same breath, Yulian? You think you can do what you want? Hmm?”
He grunts and shoves at my chest, wrestling me so thathe’s hovering on top of me. “You don’t get that privilege either. I’m not your toy.”
I kick him and shove him down, grabbing his hair. “You’re whatever the fuck I want you to be, Volchonok.”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get to that in a bit. But first, where’s Kevin?”
“There’s no Kevin.”
“You sent me the picture, asshole.”
“Old one. Had to go back into the chat to get it.” He flips us around while I’m momentarily stunned.
I’m staring up at him now as he wraps his hand around my throat. “Figured the only way to get you to come was by playing on your nonsensical possessiveness, but didn’t want to risk bringing the actual person, in case you’d kill him.”
Smart. He’s right, I probably would’ve committed serious bodily harm to Kevin if I saw him here.
“Block him,” I say instead.
“What?”
“Block Kevin. Don’t have any chat history with him.”
His laugh is low, edged with something unhinged. “You throw a fit over me asking you to show up, and now you want me to block Kevin? What’s next? Block everyone I know?”
“Preferably.”
“Would you do that if I asked?”
“I don’t have fuck buddies, Yulian.”
“Except for me.” His nostrils flare, and I’m shamelessly staring at his lips. Fuck. I think I missed kissing him.
He leans down, his nose touching mine, his lips hovering so close, I can almost taste them on my tongue.
“Say it, baby,” he whispers.
“Say what?” I lick my lip, hoping to close the distance.
“That I’m the only one you’ll ever have.”
“Get over yourself.” I’m nearly moaning the words because he’s breathing against me, my lips tingling at the rush of air, but he’s not kissing me yet.
“In that case…” Yulian licks my lip, then pulls away, but I grab him by the back of the neck.
“I fucking hate you,” I growl, then crash his lips to mine.
Operation Putting A Distance—anepic fail.
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