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I stiffened. Despite the fact that I didn’t want it to, the image of what she described barrelled into my mind. Her, bent over in front of me, my hand wrapped around those thick, red locks, her ass red and covered in handprints.

Myhandprints.

What. The. Fuck?

The comment seemed to have been made flippantly, almost like an afterthought on her account, like she hadn’t meant that particular scenario with me. Yet, I’d envisioned it anyway.

Her gaze swung back to me. Her whole body locked into place, eyes widening slightly.

Usually, I was an expert at hiding my emotions. People only saw what I wanted them to see. But that feeling… That hot,burningneed scorching in my veins stunned me so much that I was unable to hide it.

Something primal passed between us. Something dark. Powerful. Animalistic. We’d somehow moved even closer to each other. I wasn’t sure who moved first. Was it me? Was it her? We were suddenly only mere inches from each other, so close that I could almostfeelher heart pounding in her chest, feel her breath fan out over my throat.

My eyes moved to her lips. More thoughts shoved their way into my head. Dirty, vile thoughts. It was like now that one hadmanaged to get through, more and more were slamming into me, and I was powerless to stop them.

Chapter Thirteen

Autumn DeValos

What in the ever-lovingfuck is going on right now?

Hypnotising blue eyes were currently locked on me, burning with so much heat that I thought it would sear me. Swimming with what I could have sworn was lust.

Who would have thought? His Royal Grouchiness was capable of feeling something towards me other than exasperation and irritation.

I’d have betted it was killing him.

There was no denying the man was hotter than sin. You’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to see it. Not to notice all that raw sex appeal. Feel all that pure, masculine energy. The man practicallyoozedsex. From that handsome, sculpted face to the broad shoulders and muscular body… He was what every woman pictured when reading about the male character in a raunchy romance novel.

I’d just ignored it, because hello, the guy was an ass. But this?Thiswas hard to ignore. I had over 6’5 feet of hard, masculine man towering over me, looking at me with this dark, predatory edge.

I wasn’t sure what it was that set him off. It was like the flip of a switch. One second, he was glaring at me with disdain and contempt, and the next, he was staring at me like he wanted to rip my damn clothes off.

It couldn’t have been the little fly away comment I’d made about sex. That shit was tamed compared to what I’d heard mafia men like him were into.

I was really regretting not digging more into Dimitri’s history. When I’d accepted the contract on his brother, I hadn’t bothered to look extensively into his family. I didn’t see the point. It was Dominik’s routine and structure I had to learn.

I’d just acquired the basics.

But suddenly, I wished that I had, if only so I could have an upperhand in our interactions.

Dimitri was still staring at me. His eyes moved to my mouth.

What are you going to do, Butcher?

If he tried to kiss me, I was inclined to let him. Yeah, I had the overwhelming urge to strangle him until he stopped breathing, but like I said, the man was hot, and I very well might die in that place. One last romp didn’t sound that bad, even if it was with someone I despised.

Maybe—

“You can’t keep us locked up like this!”

Our locked gaze broke at that loud, frightened voice, the spell that had momentarily taken over us evaporating into thin air. He stepped back, moving away from me quickly.

We both looked to see what was going on. One of the other prisoners—a well-built man with dark, shoulder-length hair anda goatee—was yelling at a guard, one of the swords in his hands, the tip pointed right at the man’s chest.

“This should be interesting,” I muttered under my breath.

Dimitri said nothing. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge me. The shutters were back down, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking or feeling. Whatever had taken over him was well and truly gone, like it had never been there in the first place. He was back to being hard and stoic. The Dimitri I knew.

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