Page 65 of The Den of Sin
“O-open the door,” he stammered.
“Vasili, what are you doing?” Isabella’s wide eyes were on me, and I sensed shock rolling off her body.
“Get out of here,” I barked at the security guy. “You are fired.”
He took off without another glance at Isabella.Smart. I didn’t fucking pay him to get a peep show. I calmly put my knife back into the holster.
“Vasili, what the hell was that?” Isabella’s voice scolded me. She went to move her thighs and come out of the car, but I stopped her.
“He was peeping at your thighs and your legs.” Okay, as far as reasons, this wasn’t that great.
“So?”
“Nobody gets to see that,” I gritted out, realizing how utterly ridiculous I sounded. “Just me.”
“Okaaaay.” That response reminded me of her freshman and sophomore year when she managed to get into so much trouble with Tatiana. It was usually her response to my berating them after bailing them out of messes. It always sounded like giving in just so she wouldn’t have to hear more berating.
I smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders. “I’m possessive.”
“Hmmm.”
“I don’t want another man gawking at you.”
Her eyes met mine and a small smile played around her lips.
“You do realize men always gawk at women.”
“I know there’ll be men admiring you, but I don’t want them seeing your thighs or your pussy.”
An attractive blush creeped up her ivory skin.
“I have your boxers on,” she murmured, her finger trailing circles on the skin of my hand that still rested on her thigh. “He wouldn’t have seen anything.”
“I need to know my men will respect you and never try anything with you.”
She shook her head, and I wondered what she was thinking. “I don’t understand you, Vasili.”
I shook my head. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I loved her and it made me blind with jealousy, but instead, I kept the words in. She wasn’t ready to hear them.
“I’ll take you home now.”
I shut the door and went around the car to get behind the wheel. If I wasn’t careful, I’d push her away with my possessiveness -- and my ruthlessness. Isabella has never seen that merciless, violent side of me. In the last few days, I’ve given her glimpses of it, but they were far from the whole picture. Considering how she grew up and how her mother kept her sheltered, she might run if she got a full view of it. I had to be careful.
She kept quiet while I drove. I wondered if she regretted what happened between us. I didn’t expect her to find her way to the room, even less to stay. She gave her body without holding back, just like five years ago. And I did the same. She held nothing back, giving me her pleasure, letting me know I owned it. She owned my pleasure too and has been the only woman ever to dissolve all my control in the bedroom without effort.
Did she feel it too?
Five years ago, I knew she felt it. She wanted me again and asked to see me again. She gave me her virginity. Today, she only gave me her body, but I wanted her soul and heart too.
We got to Tatiana’s place too soon. I would have much rather taken her to my place, especially with the threats lurking around, but I had guards watching my sister's place. She'd be safe here.
“Thanks for driving me,” she muttered, reaching for the handle, her eyes soft on me. “Good night, Vasili.”
She went to open the door, but I grabbed the nape of her head, pulled her to me, and took her soft, welcoming lips into a possessive, rough kiss. She instantly opened her mouth and my tongue found hers, playing a soft dance of teasing and exploring.
When I pulled back, her eyes were hazed with lust and the arrogant, selfish side of me was glad. I wanted her thinking about me as she slept tonight, imagining herself sleeping in my bed. Because that was exactly what I would do - dreaming of her in my bed, seeing her face first thing when I woke up.
“Good night, malyshka,” I murmured against her lips.
