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What if it starts a fire…?
Then, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, my feet begin moving almost on their own.
I find myself at the far end of the room, standing before a grand table and a chair that screams royalty, more throne than seat. Sunlight seeps through heavy velvet drapes, casting a dramatic, almost cinematic glow. The kind you’d see in old Dracula movies.
“Who’s there?” My voice is just a whisper, lost in the grandeur of the room. There’s a slight movement from the chair, a subtle shift.
The next moment, a flicker of light from a cigar briefly reveals a face hidden in shadows. My eyes lock onto his—those same piercing gray eyes I’ve seen before.
I gasp, frozen in place.
No freaking way.
Then, breaking the tense silence, a voice—deep, familiar, and unnervingly calm—speaks.
“Hello, little firecracker,” Victor Morozov greets me with a smirk. “You didn’t listen, did you? I told you to wait for me at the hotel, but you just had to defy me.”
Chapter 19
Victor
GOVNO.
She drives me mad.
The sunlight blasting in from behind me turns her nightgown into a damn X-ray, showcasing every curve. Her skin glows against that stark white, making it hard to focus on anything else.
Fucking great.
Because she’s got my cock twitching and throbbing with a mind of its own.
Fucking her on this vintage table is all I can think about. I imagine grabbing her roughly and throwing her onto the table, teasing and taunting her sweet pink cunt mercilessly and watching her squirming beneath me with need. And when she begs for my cock, I would give it to her hard and fast. Hear her crying out my name.
Blyad! How has she got me all twisted up like this?
“You?” She’s in shock, her eyes wide as she takes in the room, the books, and then me.
“Yes. Me.” I nod, watching the storm brewing in Laura’s eyes.
How, very interesting.
Then, like a flash, she’s up and at me. She leans across the desk, her face fucking gorgeous. Her eyes are blazing, the kind of fury you don’t forget.
“What is WRONG with you?!” She’s not just angry; she’s nuclear.
I casually snuff out my cigar, but before I can even flick the ash, a book flies off the desk, heading straight for my face. Reflexes kick in; I catch it… barely.
Shit, she’s got a temper on her.
“You. you think this is funny?” Her voice hits a snag, choked up in the middle—she’s holding tears from streaming down her face.
Fuck. She’s beautiful when she’s all kinds of mad.
I raise an eyebrow. “Well… a little.” Can’t help my honesty.
Rage shakes her. “You kidnapped me! You… you…”
“Yep, that was me.” Watching her, I’m fascinated by her meltdown. It’s like witnessing a storm up close.
