Page 115 of Sweet Deception
I climbed in just as the doors shut. As the jet lifted off, I pressed my forehead against the window, watching my father’s house disappear beneath a cloud of smoke.
I swallowed hard.
Had I just witnessed my own family’s downfall?
And... had I caused it?
???
The flight to Moscow was three hours, but it felt like a lifetime.
When we landed, I barely had time to step off the jet before Gleb was storming toward me.
Without a word, he cupped my face, his hands rough but warm.
“I’m sorry I acted late,” he murmured.
My chest tightened. Acted late? He blew up an entire wing of my father’s mansion.
“Thank you, Gleb,” I whispered. “But I caused all of this. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left... And now, they might hurt your sister even more.”
He exhaled. “My sister is here.”
My head snapped up. “What?”
“My men located her through the ring you gave her. So... thank you.”
Shock rooted me in place. “Tatiana is safe?”
His jaw clenched. “She’s alive. But she’s ruined.”
My stomach twisted. I lowered my gaze. “It’s my father,”
His grip on my waist tightened.
Then, in a low, hoarse voice, he whispered, “I risked everything I’ve ever built just to get you out of there.”
I swallowed.
As soon as we stepped inside, I turned toward the bathroom, desperate to wash off the night’s chaos. But before I could take a step, his hand caught my wrist, yanking me back against his chest.
His eyes were dark, unreadable, and something in them made my stomach clench. Anger? Possession? A warning?
His fingers trailed up my cheek, slow, deliberate, tilting my face to his. My pulse hammered. I opened my mouth to ask what, I didn’t know, but the words never came.
Because his lips crashed onto mine.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my body going rigid with shock. But then his hands curled around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the moment snapped into something hot, reckless, undeniable.
Was this real?
His hands fisted in my hair, tilting my head as he deepened the kiss. I melted into him, my fingers sliding into his hair.
God. I had wanted this for so long.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as he lifted me into his arms. Effortless. As if I weighed nothing.
His grip was firm and possessive.
