Page 20 of Sinful Wrath

“I wasn’t planning on actually paying for the tickets. I might be rich, but fifteen bucks to see a crappy rom com is steep even for me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I didn’t think you would be so opposed to a little criminal activity.”

I will say, what I hadn’t planned for was how hard it would be to sit beside Mikhail in a darkened movie theater for two hours.

He kept spreading his thighs wider and wider, brushing up against mine in a way that had my heart hammering in my chest.

If I wasn’t so intent on sticking to the day’s scheduled activities, I would have put my hand on his thigh and perhaps let it trail a little higher.

Now, I know that’s definitely not something Mikhail Koslov would have done before, but I keep reminding myself that the tension only adds to the experience.

Though, by the time the movie’s over, I’m so hot and bothered that the next item on the list will be a welcome relief.

“We won’t be needing the car,” I state as Mikhail goes to unlock his G Wagon.

“Why? Where are we going?” He frowns.

“We’re taking the subway.”

If looks could kill, Mikhail Koslov would have me bleeding out right here on the trash covered floor of the subway cart.

It’s a stark contrast to his immaculate appearance thatoozes nothing but wealth. But I’ve had some of the best times laughing and singing with strangers after a night out on the subway, and I want Mikhail to experience just that.

I start singing the chorus ofLivin’ on a Prayerby Bon Jovi as if my life depends on my performance.

Mikhail’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets at the sound of my very loud, very terrible singing, and his hand clamps around my mouth, cutting me off.

“Lucia,” he hisses, glancing around at all the people now watching us.

But I don’t care. Right now, all I care about is trying to have him to loosen up and show him what it feels like when people start having a little fun.

My tongue darts out to lick his palm, and his eyes flame with lust, but he doesn’t lower his hand.

“You need to stop that.”

I ignore him, letting out a soft moan as I lick him again.

“Lucia.”

I continue to ignore him until he has no choice but to lower his hand.

I watch with delight as his throat bobs, eyeing my mouth.

But I don’t give him a chance to act on it before I throw my head back and start belting out the chorus toWrecking Ballby Miley Cyrus.

“Oh, my god,” he groans, rubbing at his jaw with his hand, and I grin.

“I take requests.”

It seems Mikhail is not the biggest fan of the subway, though I can’t imagine why.

By the time we get off at Rockefeller Center, and he eyes the ice rink, he looks like he’s reaching his breaking point.

“Surely, you know how to skate?” I ask as I watch the color drain from his face. “You’re Russian, aren’t you? There is a lot of snow and ice in Russia, right?”

“Uh…”

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