Page 60 of The Darkness is Calling

“But you stopped,” I say, following him with my gaze.

“I don’t want to put you in danger again. I am the one supposed to protect you, not hurt you.” “Can we call it an accident?”

He turns towards me.

“We cannot afford accidents like that.” I have no reply, because he is right.

“I’ll let you shower. Anthony is waiting for me,” I say instead, turning my back to him and heading for bedroom.

I don’t think I manage to take even two steps before my hand is caught by him, and I am pulled back, until my nose collides with a very hard chest marked by a tattoo I already know too well.

“Who the fuck is Anthony?”

I lift my gaze only to confirm that he is truly furious when I hear the words pushed through his teeth.

It is too easy.

There is no way I can hold back from teasing him with this.

“Are you jealous?”

“Ekaterina,” he hisses, threateningly.

“I thought you were supposed to worry about my safety, not my personal life.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, or you will not leave this room even on your honeymoon.”

As if he will be able to see me after I get married...

That thought immediately brings an unpleasant feeling, one that makes me stop pushing whatever is happening inside his twisted mind.

My desire to play vanishes, and I answer only to annoy him.

“An arrogant man, but very sensitive once you get the chance to know him.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“On Netflix,” I say dryly. “You can lock me in the bedroom. He’s already here.”

To make it more obvious, I glance toward the large screen mounted on the wall, where the image of this season’s leading couple from Bridgerton, Anthony and his future wife, has been frozen since I paused it earlier.

He follows my gaze and frowns.

“You mean the actor?” This time his voice is a little calmer.

A little.

I roll my eyes.

“Not the actor. The character.”

He freezes for a moment, while I lower my gaze and shake my head, almost amused by his reaction, even though most of my amusement has faded.

But then I realize his nakedness just keeps going, and I am pressed against his completely bare body.

Still very hard.

His long, thick length is pressed against my lower stomach, melting me with a hot fantasy that hits me from nowhere.