Page 20 of Devious Obsession
“It doesn’t matter.”
He grabs my arm when I try to push past him.
“It does.” He presses. “What is it you think you’re going to accomplish here? And why Boston?”
“I appreciate you saving me tonight, I really do, but you need to go home.”
His lips thin. A dark storm rolls into his eyes that sends a shiver through me.
“What was your business with Janis, Elana?”
“Artem, I’m telling you to go home.” I pause. “Like an order. I’m giving you an order.”
He works for my brothers, the Volkov family. Which means, he follows Volkov orders.
And as my brothers enjoy reminding me, I am a Volkov.
“You’re giving me an order?” His eyes narrow, his hand drops from my arm.
My mouth dries. It’s the way he’s looking at me, like he’s unsure of what he’s seeing.
“I’m telling you to go home.” I take advantage of his momentary shock and slide past him and out of the bathroom.
I barely reach the hallway when his hand snaps around my elbow, and he yanks me to the right. He slams the door behind us and spins me toward it.
“She’s giving me orders,” he laughs to himself, shoving me against the door.
“Artem, what are you doing? Let me go.” I try to push away, but he spreads his hand across my back, between my shoulder blades. I’m pinned.
“Not yet, Babygirl.” His voice is lower, more determined.
He takes the coat from my hand and throws it to the floor.
“Artem!” I wiggle harder when he hooks his thumb into the waistband of my leggings. “What are you doing?”
His body presses against my back. His breath warms my cheek as his mouth hovers over my ear.
“Tell me what you were thinking to do? What was the point of meeting Janis?” There’s a warning in his tone. One I’ve never heard from him before.
He’s always been there, in the shadows, watching over me. Even when I insisted on not having security with me, I knew my brothers would send him to be sure I was safe. He’s always respected the boundary though, staying out of sight and not getting in my way.
Even if I couldn’t see him, I felt him. And knowing he was there, hiding away and watching over me, was a security blanket. Safe, warm, dependable.
Sneaking around with Tony had been more difficult with him than anyone else on the security team. But I’d thought Tony would always protect me. I’d fallen into his trap so neatly.
Tony had been option B, and I’d been blind to anything other than trying to find something to replace what I knew I couldn’t have.
“Last chance, Babygirl. Tell me what you’re up to.” I’m squished against the door.
I wiggle my hips again, trying to get his hand off my leggings, but when I do, my ass comes into contact with something else.
Something long, hard, and thick as hell. I freeze.
He must realize what I’ve noticed because he chuckles.
“Okay, we can do it your way.” One yank, and he has my leggings down around my knees.
“No!” I increase my struggles, but it doesn’t do me any good. My panties are ripped down next.
