Page 2 of The Den of Sin
I shook my head and answered, just to ensure there was no misunderstanding. “No.”
“Babe, it’s me,” his muffled voice came through the mask.
He smelled like a liquor store.How unattractive!Besides, I didn’t give a crap who it was, all my body wanted to focus on was Vasili striding towards us like a hunter. The creep in front of me shifted his mask to give me a glimpse of his face before moving it back into place. It was Jason, the creep. Now I gave a crap even less. Jason was the university’s star football player, and his only purpose during our four years of college was to get into my pants.
Shifting my body away from him again, he followed, invading my space. I hated people in my space. His hand came to my chest, his body pressing against me. I shoved at him hard, detesting the feel of his body so close to me. Instead of taking the hint, he pushed against me harder, grinding. Like that would ever turn me on!
“Get the fuck away from me,” I hissed, trying hard not to make a scene. I hated damn drunks that didn’t know how to take no for an answer.
From the peripheral of my eyes, I noticed Vasili Nikolaev striding angrily towards us. Even from here, I could see the fury burning in his pale blue eyes. Tatiana must have done something seriously wrong to piss him off like that. Though, I was surprised he kept coming my way instead of going after his sister.
Tatiana’s brother moved across the crowded dance floor with such ruthless power and raw confidence. He didn’t have to shove his way through because everyone parted ways, making a path for him. He moved like a panther but had a lion’s stocky body. The stormy look on his face told everybody to fuck off or threatened to chew up anyone that got in his way.
Jason’s hand kept inching down, creeping its way to the inside of my thigh, and Vasili was forgotten. I slapped Jason’s hand away. He still didn’t get the hint and kept going. I struggled against him, shoving at him again, trying to push him away. It was for naught because he was like a wall. You’d think the guy next to me or anyone in this crowded room would step in… but fuck no. They all had the status of badass to uphold.
Before Jason’s hand reached for my panties, while I continued struggling against him, Vasili’s big hand wrapped around Jason’s neck, and all I could do was stare at those ink decorated fingers, tattoos of a cross, queen of hearts, and pointed star. God, I loved his hands, those tattoos.So fucking hot!
“She said no,” he growled through his teeth, his Russian accent more prominent than ever. “I see you touching her again, I’ll slice your throat open.”
Jason’s eyes bulged out of his head like two balloons. As if Jason weighed nothing, Vasili lifted him up into the air like a ragdoll, Jason’s feet dangling. Although his strength lurked underneath those expensive suits all along, I had never seen him get violent before. And Tatiana and I pushed his buttons quite a bit.
I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me; Jason’s eyes wide and scared. If I wasn’t so shocked, I might have laughed because he looked ridiculous. Next thing I knew, he threw Jason, his body flying like a sack of potatoes across the floor. Jason slid before scrambling to his feet, running off to who knew where.
Vasili’s pale blue eyes shifted to me, fury clear in his gaze. I guessed he must have seen Tatiana disappear on him and would probably blame me now.
Ugh, worst Halloween ever!But hey, I got to see him. Which probably wasn’t good for this crazy crush I had on him.
His eyes traveled from my obnoxiously high black heels, over my bare legs to my curve hugging, pink mini dress, and up to my face.
My eyebrows creased with confusion. I was certain there was fury in those eyes just a moment ago, but now I couldn’t see any trace of it. It was replaced with something dangerous and hot, sending my body into some heated overdrive.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly too dry.
“Tatiana is not here,” I rasped, a rapid pulse stuck in my throat.
“Did he hurt you?” He growled at another frat boy that stepped too close, Vasili’s big shoulder shoving him away and his frame blocking the crowd of bodies from me.
“No,” I barely got the words out. He was so close, I felt the heat radiating from his body and straight to my core. This man could make me lust after him and be scared of him all in the same second. “Thank you,” I muttered under my breath. I should look away from him but I couldn’t muster the strength, the beauty of those pale glaciers captivating me. The heat in his gaze excited me.
“Let’s go.” If he’d told me to jump off a mountain at that moment, I worried I’d go willingly. And, his accent! I’d only heard him speak a handful of times, but that accent alone could bring me to my knees. My temperature instantly spiked. Great, now I had an image of sucking him off while on my knees.
Yes, I definitely need my brain checked because there is no denying it. I want to get laid by this man.
Taking my arm, his grip firm but gentle, he guided me out of the frat house; his jaw pressed tightly. His touch scorched my bare skin, and for some reason, the silence felt thick and heavy between us. The urge to say something and have his eyes back on me itched beneath my skin, like a need for another shot of adrenaline.
There was such a dark expression on his face, I was scared to ask where he was taking me. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, considering how often Tatiana and I got in trouble. But usually, she was always here with me, buffering her big brother’s tension and grumpiness.
It took me several minutes to realize he was walking me back to my dorm.
“Ummm, Tatiana is out.” Was he looking for his sister? He wouldn’t find her sleeping. Did he not see her ditch him at the party? “She didn’t know you were coming,” I muttered a lame excuse.
Otherwise, she would have been gone a long time ago. Me too. Maybe.
I loved seeing him, feeding my porn fantasies in those brief encounters we had. But I’d told myself only this morning that my fascination and lust after Tatiana’s oldest brother wasn’t healthy. He was twenty years older than me. He would never see me as anything but a brat that hung out with his little sister.
Yes, my Halloween resolution!No more lusting after Vasili Nikolaev. It would have been easier to uphold that resolution if he didn’t show up today.
Vasili didn’t comment. He always had that stoic personality but a response or acknowledgement would be nice. Men were weirdos!
