Page 86 of A Pawn in the Game
“What do you mean?” I’m still intoxicated by her scent and her words aren’t making any sense.
“This’ll be a mess, and you know it. You have your brother to think of; your family business.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest.
She continues, “I’ll leave. I’ll run away and you’ll stay to fight the Russians and get your family back.”
My brow lifts before a dry laugh escapes me. She’s serious. She seriously thinks I will let her get away. “Fuck the business. And fuck my brother while we’re at it. I’m not leaving you.”
“So what? You’ll say you’re responsible for your uncle’s death? Or that your girlfriend killed him?” Her voice turns louder, clearly showing her frustration, but I’m still stuck on her calling herself my girlfriend. “You’ll start a full-on war amongst your people.”
“You think I care? The world can burn the fuck down for all I care.”
“You care about the people, Luka. You care about your brother. You care about Ivan and Andre. This would put them in danger.”
My shoulders drop. She’s right. Of course she is. “Then we’ll run away together. We’ll run away until Leon takes care of everything and the dust settles.”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
“Then we’ll stay away.” I tip her chin up with my hand.
Her head draws back, shock visible on her face. “You really mean that? You’d really leave it all behind?”
“Mila, I’d lock myself in this fucking room with you for the rest of my life.”
Her gaze drops to the side. For someone as smart as she is, her current surprise is downright stupid. How can she not know? How can she not see?
How can she be a grandmaster at chess and understand Croatian from a few random words but not see how I feel about her?
“Sophie, look at me.” Slowly, her eyes lift to mine. “I love you. You lived in fear all these years and I…” I sigh, my eyes growing misty. “I just want to be the one to see you happy.”
CHAPTER 42
Sophie
His words penetrate the broken-down walls around my heart. They spread around like poison ivy, wrapping themselves tightly. My ears stopped ringing, but the sound was merely replaced by the loud thud of my heartbeat.
I wet my lips before saying, “There’s no fear anymore.” It’s partially true. I just killed a man. Of course, my brain is coming up with a hundred scenarios of everything going to shit. But that crippling fear that used to take my breath away—it’s gone. One would think it would leave me empty, but that is the last thing I feel. “I only feel love.”
Luka’s eyes darken even more, and his lips connect to mine once again. My core tingles with anticipation, desperate to feel him closer to me. I pull him flush to me, feeling the hard ridge of his cock. He nips my bottom lip, and I moan.
“I need you,” I whimper into his mouth.
“Mila, we need to leave,” he responds, trying to move away. I grab his shirt, dragging him back.
“Please, I need you.”
He groans and lifts me up by the backs of my thighs. My clit lands directly on the bulge in his pants and my hips start moving. He’s walking, I can tell, but I’m too horny to care where the hellwe’re going. When my back slams on the tiled wall, I realize we’re in the bathroom. His mouth lowers to my neck, and my back arches off the wall.
“We need to get away as soon as possible,” he murmurs, more to himself.
“Then hurry.”
Running his teeth over my throat, he lowers my leggings, his palm planted on the wall beside my head. Next up are his pants. I move my hips just enough for him to release his cock.
He places it at my entrance, and I sink down, a gasp escaping me.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
