Page 31 of The Darkness is Calling

“All the more reason for you to know how a Pakhan should be treated. Or any man in Bratva who has the power to kill you in an instant.”

“No one has the power to kill me,” I say with a touch of pride, not arrogance, knowing my father’s reputation protects me from most of the madmen in the mafia.

Most of them.

“They don’t have the right to do it. But they do have the power. Anyone can do it with a gun or a knife.”

He advances toward me, stopping only a few inches away.

“Or with his own hands, wrapped tightly around your throat, while you can do nothing to stop him.”

The words are spoken slowly, making the air harder for me to breathe, while his bare body radiates a heat that ignites every cell in mine.

My lips are dry.

“I did do something about it. I left Bratva behind.”

He watches me with intensity for a moment before deciding to speak again.

“You cannot leave Bratva behind, unless you are dead, Ekaterina. And you look very much alive to me. For now.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he turns his back and walks toward a set of sliding doors, opening them to reveal a walk-in closet almost as large as the bedroom.

“We all die someday, don’t we?” he calls from inside.

I move toward him to confront him, but the moment I reach the doorway, the towel drops at his feet, revealing a muscular, perfectly rounded ass.

Oh, fuck!

Since when am I fascinated by a man’s ass?

Does even that part of him have to look so good?

I don’t even want to think about what he looks like from the front...

“If you want to see more, then stay exactly where you are.”

In all his splendor, he turns toward me, and my reaction is to immediately spin around with my back to him.

But I do it one second too late, which gives me the chance to see the shape of a perfect cock, long and thick enough to satisfy every erotic fantasy.

I swallow past the dryness in my throat.

And why was he hard?

Oh my God! I must have lost my mind if I am thinking about things like that!

I am a woman getting married in less than a month, and I am staring at the body of a monster who keeps reminding me he has the power to kill me?

With quick steps, I return to my armchair, where this time I prefer to make myself small, especially because I can swear I hear him laughing.

I didn’t know he could laugh, so there is a very good chance I am hallucinating.

By the time he returns to the bedroom, fully dressed in another impeccable three-piece suit, I am lecturing myself about everything that has happened since I walked into his room.

What madness pushed me to play with him on his own territory?