Page 12 of Lenkov

Growling, I pull up the app on my phone to cue the movie. Focusing my attention on the slim device in my hand, I bite my tongue. Verbally ripping his mother a new asshole wouldn’t endear me to the one person who matters most. When the movie rumbles to life, I stalk toward her, backing her into the far wall.

“Careful, you don’t push me too far. I’ve tamed my responses for the sake of our son, but my patience is running thin. You’re the one in the wrong here. You should’ve told me when you saw me again and realized who I was.” I place a hand on either side of her head. “I understand it’s been you and him for the past five years, but that’s over as of today. You will not keep my son from me or pit him against me.”

“I-I wouldn’t do that.”

“Hard to believe when you’ve already lied and tried to run—”

“You-you don’t know the first thing about me.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, brushing against my own.

The tips of her stiff nipples brush against me through her thin pink top, and I feel my cock stir. She’s stunning in her anger with brown eyes alive and warm like whiskey that burns going down but devastates your system once it hits. Leaning in, I invade her space and watch her eyes widen as her pupils dilate.

“You were alone a long time. You aren’t anymore. The sooner you realize that, the better. I am here to make your lives easier. Don’t you want that?” My voice drops an octave, and I move my hips toward her.

She takes a sharp breath, and I inhale her sweet peach scent as she squirms, brushing her body against mine.

“You make a deal with the devil, and you’re bound to get burned.”

“You didn’t mind burning with me that night. I never forgot you.”

“W-what?”

“Do you remember how good it was? How well your body fit mine once I opened you up and popped your cherry.”

“L-Lenkov.” Her voice wavers.

“You were so eager. That little pink tongue wrapping around my cock, lapping up my come before you choked on my dick.”

She whimpers. “I didn’t know any better.”

“You were so innocent. I got off on that, you know? Your natural responses and the way you gave yourself over to me so beautifully. Is your pussy still made just for me, Rylee?” I like the sound of her name on my tongue.

“I–I.” her lower lip trembles. “That’s none of your business.”

“Everything about you is now my business, little trickster.”

“You can’t control me with seduction.”

I laugh darkly. “No. This is just a bonus. We have plenty of other things to work out, but this we’ve always done exceptionally well. It’s a matter of time until I have you again, Rylee.”

“No.” She whispers.

“In the meantime, I will move the two of you into my house. There will be no more worries about food, shelter, or working two jobs.”

“I won’t depend on you.”

Studying the shadows underneath her eyes and the overall wariness she exudes. “I think that’s what you need most. Rest. Consider it my gift to you.”

“You mean bribe.” She licks her lips, and I groan.

“Peace offering,” I counter. “You need a break, and we have a lot to learn about each other. I don’t want to be at war with the mother of my child. I can’t trust a stranger, so the solution is to get to know each other.”

Intimately. Because I have no plans of letting you go. I will take you apart one piece at a time until I understand how you tick. Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.

“I won’t stop working.” She shakes her head.

“I’m a reasonable man. Let’s compromise. You can keep one job.”

“What?” She tenses. “No. I can’t do that.”

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