Page 37 of The Den of Sin
“Adrian, you take Tatiana home,” Vasili ignored both his sister and me. “I’ll take Isabella.”
Then he turned his head and I followed his gaze. He had his men lingering in the background; he barked instructions to them to take the guy and his friend downstairs.
“Downstairs?” I frowned and looked on in confusion between Vasili and Adrian. “Why downstairs? Is this your place?”
“He put a roofie in your drink,” he growled. “And yes, this is my place. Now, let’s go home.”
Turning my head, I looked at Regi. “Seriously?” And I was feeling sorry for him. “I should kick your ass,” I took a step but Vasili pulled me back.
“No, malyshka. That job is mine.” Something about the way he glared at Regi told me he would take pleasure from it.
“What are you going to do?” I asked in alarm. I tried to pull my arm out of his grip. Something about the way he threatened Regi without actually threatening made him even scarier. And I recalled the feel of a gun when I tried to pull him away from Ryan.
“Don’t worry. He’ll just get what he deserves.” He gave Regi a menacing smile. This Vasili was scaring the shit out of me.
”I don’t want to go anywhere with your crazy ass.”
He paid no attention to me as he dragged me across the street. Tatiana and Adrian went in the opposite direction, towards the car he brought us in. She kept giggling, playfully dragging her finger over Adrian’s neck tattoo.
She threw me a glance over her shoulder and shouted.
“Remember our toast, Bella.” I groaned. Tatiana was sometimes just outright ridiculous. “Let’s start tonight,” she yelled which was followed up by a giggle. It turned out, she was tipsier than I thought. Maybe I was too. Those cocktails could take you down. They were so tasty and fruity. Next thing you know, you were drunk with a brilliant idea of breaking into the nearest public pool facility so you could go skinny dipping.
Vasili saved us from that one too.
“I want to go with Adrian and Tatiana.” I really didn’t but I worried about being alone with this man. Especially in my buzzed state.
“Nyet.” Oh crap, if he started speaking Russian, I might do something stupid.Just remember he is the jerk, sexy accent or not,I kept telling myself. “I’m taking you home.”
I was thankful he saved me from the roofied drink but agitated that he thought he had any right to tell me what to do, especially after this afternoon.
“Listen, you don’t get to tell me who I go home with,” I gritted but before I could get another word out, his body slammed against mine and his mouth crashed on my lips, nipping, biting, tasting. All reason instantly left me and my body melted against his, my lips giving into his possession. I moaned into his mouth, craving more of him. He tasted even better than I remembered.
Before I knew what was happening, he stopped and his hand wrapped behind my neck, forcing my head still.
“Look at me,” he growled. Our eyes met, the intensity of his gaze searing into me. “Nobody touches you.” Confused at this man that discarded me five years ago, I just stared at him. “Understood?”
I blinked. A simmering, burning anger bubbled inside me replacing lust, and I pushed my palms against his hard chest.
“No, not understood,” I spat back at him. “You don’t get to dictate who touches me and who doesn’t. Who in the hell do you think you are?”
To my amazement and shock, Vasili just grinned.
“I am the one who will fuck you hard and long… very soon.” My cheeks heated up at his crude words. “You are in my city, my home. Now you belong to me. Your resistance… only makes me harder for you. So you might want to reconsider resisting.”
As if to confirm his words, he pushed his abdomen against me and his hard shaft pressed against my lower belly.
If my jaw wasn’t attached, it would have been on the ground. His words weren’t even the most disturbing fact. It was my body’s response. The heat pooled between my thighs and my body melted, eager for his words to turn into reality. Despite the insanity of the situation, my body remembered how he fucked me and how he owned every moan and shudder of my body.
I shook my head, clearing the fog of desire within my stupid brain. With a scoff and an eye roll, I tried to sound more confident than I felt.
“You must be smoking something really strong,” I tried to sound firm but it came out breathless. He chuckled and then pulled me into his body. “I’m serious, Vasili. Let go of me.”
“Relax, I’m opening the car door and you are in my way.”
He swung open the door to a red Lamborghini that was probably worth more than all my possessions. Actually, scratch that. There was no probably about it.
“Get in,” he ordered.
