Page 41 of Sinful Games

His stare lingered, eyes narrowing like he was trying to read my mind. I slung my shirt over my shoulder and raised my hands. “What?”

Volk eyed me again, taking another deliberate sip of water, clearly enjoying whatever the hell he thought he was seeing. He shook his head slowly. “Careful, Alexsei.”

Annoyance flared, and I headed for the door. “Fuck you, Mikhaïl.”

He laughed, the sound grating on my nerves, knowing damn well I only used his real name when I was pissed beyond reason. Fucking asshole.

I needed a drink, a cigarette, and maybe a punching bag, and I needed them fucking now. My head was spinning with thoughts I didn’t want, couldn’t shake, and it pissed me off more than it should’ve.

I stormed through the empty, silent corridors toward my room, every step feeling like a goddamn thunderclap in the quiet. But even as I tried to focus on the burn in my muscles, my mind kept circling back to her. ToCaia. Her stupid, infuriating smile kept flashing in my head like she was some uninvited guest in my own thoughts. I could practically see it—her lips curving just enough to make me lose my damn mind, like she knew she had that effect and loved every second of it.

Then there was that little frown, the way her brows knitted when she was snapping photos of me, acting like she wasn’t secretly enjoying every second of it. And, fuck, the look in her eyes when she checked those photos—like she had caught something she wasn’t supposed to. Like I’d bared something raw and real without even knowing it.

What the hell was her problem? Why couldn’t she just benormal? Like the girls I was used to—boring, plain, all smooth legs, glossy lips, and a mind as empty as the bed they left behind. Butno, Caiahadto be fucking different. She had to have a brain that worked overtime, a sharp mouth I couldn’t shut, and a way of looking at me like she saw through all my bullshit.

It wasn’t enough for her to just be another pretty face I could fuck and forget. She had to crawl under my skin, make me want her in ways that had nothing to do with the curves of her body—and everything to do with the way she fucked with my head.

I clenched my fists as I reached my bedroom door. Her face was still there, dancing around in my brain like a fucking ghost that wouldn’t leave. My pulse quickened, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Why did I let her get to me? She’snothing—just another girl, right?

Right?

I slammed the door shut behind me, the echo loud and final.

I tossed my shirt onto the bed and headed straight for the shower, desperate to let the hot water scald away the frustration clinging to me. The steam started to rise as I cranked the tap, waiting for the heat to kick in. I was about to peel off the rest of my clothes when my phone buzzed from the nightstand.

I snatched it up, and there it was—Caia’s name glowing on the screen. I could almost see her little devil self-popping out of the phone screen, small, red and seductive, her hair floating around her like some dark halo, beckoning me closer with one of those teasing fingers.Come on, Romaniev... just a littlecloser...

Caia:

Busy tonight?

I finished my assignment and wanted your feedback.

But, if you're busy it’s okay!

A grin spread on my face unconsciously.

My little witch wants to see me again.

Me:

What time?

Caia:

Is 8 okay?

Me:

Perfect. I’ll cook you dinner.

Caia:

No, don’t bother.

Really, Romaniev!

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