Page 98 of Thorns of Lust
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a dog,” she grumbled, but she still made her way to me. Much to my surprise. Just as she came to stand in front of me, my phone buzzed and her eyes flickered to it.
Her ass leaned against the desk, her front to me.
“Why is my brother texting you?” she questioned, those sparkling blue eyes searching me out.
“Maybe he likes me.”
She snickered. “I doubt it.” She hopped on the table, then crossed her legs as her eyes traveled over the room. “You have yourself a nice place here.”
“Thank you.”
“You won’t have it for long once Vasili gets a wind of you poaching his territory.”
I leaned back into my seat, watching her. She was fiercely loyal to her brothers. To her family and friends. Would she be loyal to me?
“I have you to protect me,” I mused.
She chuckled, slowly swinging her long, slim legs up and down. “Somehow I don’t think you need my protection. When did you get back?”
The corners of my lips tugged up. She almost sounded like a committed wife eager for her husband’s return. “Last night.”
“Could have told me,” she remarked, her eyes still studying every corner of the space.
“Would you have invited me over and waited for me naked in your bed?”
She snickered. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Whether she knew it or not, she was mine. I was just letting her come to terms but sooner or later, my ring would be on her finger. Adrian was already leaving her mind, and I’d evict him out of her heart and soul. There was room only for one tenant in there.
No sharing here, fucker.
“So why is Sasha messaging you?” I knew she wouldn’t drop it. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.
“He needed a getaway plane.”
“To?”
I debated lying to her for a fraction of a second but then decided against it. Sasha cashed in on his debt, he was owed nothing more.
“Somewhere.” I’d tell her eventually, but I’d let her work for it.
Something flickered in her gaze and she folded her arms. Bracing my knuckles on each side of her, I leaned forward invading her space. She didn’t move an inch.
“Why do you want to know where he is?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I want to crash his honeymoon,” she retorted flatly.
Her golden hair cascaded down her back, tempting me to touch it. I caved, taking a strand of it between my fingertips.
“Do you not like his intended bride to be?” I asked her.
Her gaze traveled to the balcony, a distant look in her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh, but kept her eyes averted.
“I’m not thrilled to be the last one,” she whispered.
I took her chin between my fingers and forced her to face me. “Explain.”
“No.”
