“And what happens if I break your rules?”
Something dangerous flickers across his face. He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me closer, then tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear as he leans in and caresses my earlobes with his scorching breath.
My chest flutters and a deep, aching pulse awakens between my legs.
Cupping the back of my head, his glides his tongue across my ear and whispers, “I can’t promise to remain a gentleman the next time you break my rules.”
Chapter Eight
Leonid
The fear in her eyes when she says Henry’s name sparks something vicious inside me. Something dangerously close to jealousy burns beneath my ribs.
I’ve never seen her this scared, not even when she woke up confused in the dim light of the basement, but she’s terrified for that asshole?
Rage and something darker twist in my chest. I hate even the sound of another man’s name on her lips.
“Don’t ever say his name around me.” Even though I mostly manage to control my voice, I know it’s still laced with bitter fury.
She places her hands on my chest and tries to push me away, but I don’t move an inch. I lean in even closer, inhaling her. The vanilla and floral scent rolling off her body is addictive. So addictive that I want my entire house to smell like her.
Fuck, I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to have her smell on my sheets.
“Do you think I’m a doll?” Her voice is loud, angrier than I’ve ever heard it. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do.”
Before I can come up with a reply, she lunges forward and clamps her teeth on my neck. Sharp pain splinters through me.
“Yebat—”
She tears herself away the second I loosen my hold, shoving hard against my chest before bolting toward the door that leads to the foyer.
But she’s slow.
I catch her wrist after barely two steps.
Elena gasps as I drag her back against me, her body colliding with mine before I pin her to the wall with a heavy thud.
The sound of her back hitting the wall echoes through my office, and for a second, neither of us breathes.
Her chest rises sharply against mine, fury blazing in her eyes as she struggles against my grip.
“Let me go, you asshole,” she snaps.
My blood pulses hot beneath the bite mark on my neck. I should be mad as fuck, but all I can think of is how wild she looks right now.
“You bite me,” I say, my lips curling with a smirk. “And then you try to run?”
Her breathing becomes more labored, as if she’s about to explode with rage. “Maybe next time I’ll tear out your throat.”
A dark chuckle rips out of me.
Khristos.
She looks ready to kill me. No one’s ever dared to make such obvious threats to my life—at least not directly.
Yet this fragile, wild woman does just that without a single hint of fear in her eyes.
“Keep acting wild,” I mutter into her ear. “It turns me on even more.”
