Page 22 of Surrogate for the Bratva
“Bullshit!” She pushed me again, her green eyes blazed with fury. “You did this to protect yourself and your precious business.”
“April,” I began again and gripped her wrists to stop her fists from pushing me again.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Her smile was wild, half-crazed. “Theseenemiesare professional rivals of some sort, aren’t they?” She struggled against my hold, but I gripped her tight enough to keep her in place. “You don’t have to say a word, your expression says it all.”
I couldn’t remember the last time someone spoke to me the way April had. Not even Maria had dared to challenge me so blatantly. She was beautiful and feisty, and she was carrying my baby. I shouldn’t.
It would be foolish.
It would be incredibly fucking reckless.
“Are you even listening to me,” she began and struggled. I knew if she could hit me again, she would.
“No,” I growled and released her wrists, spearing my fingers in her hair. I tilted her head and crashed my mouth down onto hers, swept my tongue across her lips in a slow back and forth motion until she opened for me. I smiled against April’s mouth the moment she submitted to the kiss.
She hated me right now, but she was still attracted to me, as evidenced by the way she pressed herself against me and the way her hands fisted the lapels of my jacket. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I swallowed it down, pulling her even closer.
Our tongues tangled together in a choreographed danced that made it feel as if we’d done this plenty of times over many years. It didn’t feel like a second kiss and it sure as fuck didn’t feel like an angry kiss. It was fiery and explosive and when April rubbed herself against me, I deepened the kiss. Exploring every inch of her mouth, I smiled to myself at the soft, gasping pants she let out, desperate to get closer but unable to.
She wants this. She wants me.
Even if she didn’t want to, she wanted me.
Too soon April recovered her senses and released my jacket before she stepped back, trying like hell to look angry but with her slick, swollen lips and unfocused green eyes, it failed. “You can keep me locked up here for mysafety, but you can’t make me listen to your lies. Get out.”
“Excuse me?” How in the hell did I go from kissing her to being kicked out?
“You heard me,” she growled and shoved me toward the door. “Get out. Get out and stay out!”
“April, be reasonable.”
“Iambeing reasonable. I’m here, aren’t I? But you stay away. I’ll continue to deal with Maxim.”
I frowned, “He lied too,” I reminded her.
“Only because his boss ordered him too,” she shot back and then she slammed the door in my face.
I could’ve ordered one of my men to take the door off its hinges, but I wouldn’t. I was too damn amused by her fiery spirit to do anything other than smile. Or maybe it was that fucking kiss.
When it was clear she wouldn’t open the door, I went in search of Maxim. “Has the footage revealed anything yet?”
“No,” he sighed and leaned back in the desk chair. “So far it looks like the person knew exactly where the cameras were.”
Another fact I had to tuck away for later. “Thanks.”
“How’s the houseguest?”
“Angry as hell,” I answered with a smile. “She’ll come around.”
Maxim’s brows rose, “And if she doesn’t?”
“She will,” I insisted. “Now that she is safe, we turn our focus to Voronov.”
Chapter Fifteen
April
If you’re a prisoner here, it’s your own damn doing.
