Page 40 of Sinful Wrath

“Fine. But don’t mess with me, Lucia. Under no circumstances are you to leave this house.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.” And as much as I mean it now, I know this is a promise I can’t keep for long.

Mikhail leads us down a flight of stairs into what I assume is a basement, but instead he’s converted it into his private movie theater.

“This has been here the whole time?” I stare around the room.

A huge projector screen covers the back wall, and a massive couch takes up the center of the room.

“I told you, I like movies.”

“You’re an ass.” I huff, swatting at his chest.

“There’s candy and soda in the cabinets over there so help yourself while I set up the movie.”

I know we just had dinner, but I’m never one to deny candy and soda.

“Why couldn’t you have locked me in here?” I open up the cabinet and survey the candy options.

I help myself to a packet of peach rings as well as some M&M’s and settle myself down onto the giant couch. Though it’s more of a bed considering the fact that I could lie down on it and still not come close to my feet falling off the edge.

“What are we watching?” I ask through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Wait and see.” Mikhail steps back to settle himself down beside me.

I frown, noticing that he’s chosen to sit barely a foot away from me. I’m just about to comment when the screen lights up and the title sequence ofGigistarts playing.

My mouth opens in shock as I turn to look at Mikhail.

“Just watch the movie.” he folds his arms across his chest, though a blush is creeping up his neck once more.

This really must be his way of apologizing.

As sweet as the gesture is, I can barely concentrate onthe film. Not when his huge body is right next to me. It’s not exactly easy to ignore.

It also doesn’t help that every time he reaches over to take a handful of my candy, his arm brushes against mine, and I forget how to breathe.

Eventually, that arm makes its way around my shoulders, and I melt into Mikhail’s side, inhaling his rich cologne.

His fingers gently trace patterns on my shoulder through my sweater, and my eyes flutter closed as I focus on his touch.

I hate that it feels so good, and he’s not even touching my skin.

This man hasn’t even fucked me naked yet, and he’s still managed to make me experience the most intense pleasure of my life. It only makes me eager to know what else he could show me.

But once the film ends, Mikhail escorts me back upstairs in silence.

“Are you going back to the office?” I hover outside my room.

“Not tonight.”

I nod, biting my lip as I gaze at Mikhail.

His eyes flick to my mouth, and I wonder if he’s imagining kissing me. Fucking me.

It would be the perfect ending to the evening, but this time I don’t want to be the one to initiate.

I want to know for sure that Mikhail wants me too.

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