Page 62 of The Den of Sin
I listened to Vasili’s heart thundering hard with my cheek pressed against his chest. It matched my own heart’s rate. I dated Ryan for almost two years and his impact on me wasn’t a fraction of this. It scared me how easily this man could tear down my walls. When he took me like that, I wanted to give him my all and take his all in return.
Dangerous,I told myself.
The room quieted down with our breathing slowly getting back to normal. I went to get up, but Vasili’s hand wrapped around me tighter.
“Don’t go,” he murmured. I raised my head off his chest and his eyes were closed, the lines on his face relaxed. In fact, I didn’t think I'd ever seen him this relaxed. Love for him swelled in my chest. It was always there, craving him, and now that our paths had led us back to each other, it wanted him.
I didn’t want to leave his warm arms or this bed. But the past was hard to ignore. The bitter tears I cried when he threw me away and anguish I felt when I lost the baby.
“Tatiana might be looking for me.”
“She’s probably going to be wrapped up with Adrian most of the night.”
“Umm, you know?” I couldn’t say I was surprised he knew about those two. Vasili wasn’t a man you could easily hide things from.
“Yes.”
“How many porn rooms do you have in this place?” I wondered if those two were here somewhere.
His chest rumbled. “There are no porn rooms here, and this is the only room. I only use it for quick change of clothes if I’m in a bind. Nobody’s ever actually slept in this room -- or anything else,” he smirked.
I glanced around the room. “And the ummm… toys?”
“Sasha’s idea of a joke,” he grumbled.
“So you are not into that stuff?”
His body tensed, and I raised my head to look at him. He could easily pass for a Viking with his strong, big body, short golden blonde hair, and those pale blue eyes. The only thing that threw it all off was that permanent golden tan he had.
“I am,” he answered, and I raised my eyebrow. I thought he’d follow up expanding on the comment but he said nothing else. Strangely enough, thinking about using some of those toys didn’t repulse me. At all. In fact, it was the opposite. Was it just because of him, and because I wanted to please him?
“I’ll just check my phone to make sure.” I wrapped a sheet around my body and scooted off the bed, reaching for my phone next to the pile of my ripped-up costume. Vasili was right. She sent me the driver's number and gave him mine so he could take me home while she went to Adrian’s place. I couldn’t blame her; she’s had a crush on him for a while. I was happy she’d got what she wanted. My sixth sense was telling me Adrian would be good for her.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ripped-up clothing and memories flooded back. I didn’t want them. Not right now. But I wondered if maybe it wasn’t a warning. He shattered me once, he could easily do it again.
I opened my eyes and met Vasili’s gaze, watching me. He was sitting at my desk, his big frame probably uncomfortable in the small chair. He had his pants on, but his tanned chest was on full display. I still couldn’t believe last night. I have had a crush on him since freshman year; never thought he’d spare me a second glance or second thought. Till last night.
My body was sore, the sweetest exhaustion settled in my bones after all the things we did last night. I smiled at him but he didn’t return the smile. Something in my chest squeezed with worry.
I pulled up the sheet and held it against my chest as I sat up, covering my naked body. “Is everything okay?”
“I have to go.” Something was off but my brain was too slow to catch up.
“Okay,” I murmured, searching his face. He was a hard man to read. “When-” I pulled my knees up to my chest feeling vulnerable but unwilling to let life decide whether I should have this man or not. “When can I see you again?”
“That’s not a good idea.” My heart sank at his words and confusion settled in.
He wanted me; almost as much as I wanted him. I felt it. “Why not?”
Maybe I should have done the usual and kept my walls up, unwilling to face anyone’s rejection. But for some reason, with him, I always wanted to challenge him, push his buttons.
“Why not?” I repeated.
“Because you are in way over your head, Isabella,” he gritted out, anger in his voice and eyes.
“I don’t understand,” I muttered. I was twenty-one, and yes, it was unusual that I waited this long to lose my virginity, but now that I did, I refused to believe I made a mistake. I have known him and had a crush on him for over three years.
“Isabella, we just fucked,” Vasili’s voice was cold. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
