Page 50 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

"No, and I didn’t come out because I ate earlier." Steadily, I met his eyes. "And I didn’t know whether you would have company."

Something that looked like glee entered his eyes and made them sparkle. Taking a step into the room, he closed it with a soft click, locking me into the room with him.

I didn’t want to be trapped in a room with him.

Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stood up because I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay lying down. Not when he had that look on his face.

"Ah." He closed the distance between us. "You’re jealous."

"I don’t care who you stick your dick in, Ilya. As long as it’s not me. Now." I gave a small push on his chest, forcing him back half a step before he righted himself. "Get out, Ilya. I don’t want you in here."

"Are you sure about that, Daisy?" Reaching out, he closed his hand around my hip and tugged me against him roughly. "Because your mouth says one thing but your body—" His eyes darted down to the clear outline of my nipples poking through my tank top.

I would have crossed my arms to hide them, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. My body was betraying me.

"Your body says another," he finished with a squeeze of my hips. "You can’t lie to me."

"Leave, Ilya."

"No."

"I’m busy."

There was a second, just a second, where his features tightened, and then he reached for my phone. "And who exactly are you busy with, Daisy?"

"Give that back to me. Right the fuck now—" I reached for it, but he simply grabbed my hand and pressed my finger to the screen, opening up the message thread.

He scanned it quickly, scrolling through with a line pinching his eyebrows together.

"Who is Addie?" he asked finally. "Whom you miss so damn much."

I couldn’t help it; I laughed. "I am allowed to miss my friends, Ilya. I am allowed to contact them. You don’t own me."

I was sure I had pointed that out last night as well, and he had promptly proven to me that he did. Well, he wasn’t going to this time.

"I wasn’t lying when I said I wouldn’t share you." Tossing the phone to the bed, he reached for me again. Gripping both of my wrists in his giant hands. "You are mine until the day you die."

Back and forth, his thumbs brushed over my rapidly beating pulse.

Why, oh why, did he have to have such power over me?

"Addie is a girl. I went to grad school with her."

"I see."

"Your jealousy is pathetic, though," I snapped. "You bring the woman you’re screwing to breakfast. You’re not discreet, and yet you have the audacity to be jealous of who I talk to. You’re a hypocrite, Ilya."

The words had barely left my lips before he threw me onto the bed. Only unlike last night, he didn’t crawl over my body. He gripped my ankles and tugged me towards him at the edge of the bed.

"Am I a hypocrite?" he asked, falling to his knees and pushing my thighs apart further. My underwear was ripped to the side so the next time he spoke, his hot breath made me shudder.

"Yes."

"Maybe I am." The tip of his tongue touched my clit. The smallest of touches that had me grabbing for his hair in seconds. "But Marguerite isn’t just some woman I’m fucking, Daisy." He licked hard, from ass to clit between words, and then, hardening his tongue, thrust it deep into me and licked me from the inside out. "She’s special."

I barely comprehended his words; I was too busy writhing against his mouth. When he added his fingers to the mix, I almost screamed in happiness.

Lips on my clit and fingers deep inside of me, Ilya forced me to feel everything I had just sworn to myself I would never feel for him again.