Page 62 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

She tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “I already told you before. You’re not my type,” she said sarcastically and a corner of my lips lifted.Yet,I added mentally. “Besides, I’m not in the mood for company.”

Her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. Little liar. She felt this sizzling attraction too. She had to; otherwise it made me a pathetic, obsessive psychopath and I refused to be that. Not with her. She made mefeel.Want.

“The club event is tonight,” I added, sidestepping her and entering her apartment without an invitation. It didn’t take a genius to see she didn’t want to invite me in. When I brought her home the other day, she emphasized that I was only dropping her off in front of her building. The smart agent didn’t even question how I knew where she lived. She just shot me a warning glare and slammed the car door in my face.

She probably would have slammed the door of her apartment too if I wasn’t already inside it.

A deep sigh sounded behind me and I heard the door click shut.

“By all means, come in,” she muttered exasperated. I glanced over my shoulder to find her leaning against her door and her eyes on… my ass.Interesting.

“What are you wearing?” she muttered, her eyes traveling over me.

“A suit.”

When she looked up and our eyes met, a flicker passed through her dark gaze. Usually people were an open book. Women especially. Not my little agent. Her thoughts were her own, and as idiotic as it sounded, I wanted to own them too.

I wanted to own all of her.

Her body. Her thoughts. Her heart. Her soul.

Every goddamn thing.

Electricity danced between us, her expression dark and tempting. It was ironic because for all her dark hair and eyes, she was my light in this world. And despite my light coloring, I was the very definition of darkness.

She licked her lips, and I slipped my hands in my pockets or risked reaching out to touch her. I wanted to touch every single inch of her. Lick her everywhere. She’d be my own personal dessert.

I watched her neck, her pulse throbbing visibly. Did I make her nervous? It was hard to tell. She didn’t think twice about talking back to me, despite my rough appearance. Despite my criminal activities, which she’d clearly dug up.

A shuddering breath left her, her eyes locked on my lips. Her tongue swept over her lower lip and all the blood in my body shot to my groin. Someone had to be laughing at me up there. A little five foot five FBI agent became intertwined in every single part of my being.

I. Am. So. Fucked.

My eyes roamed over her petite frame. She was barefoot, her toes painted in the perfect French manicure. She was a perfect mixture of badass and elegant. My gaze traveled up her slim legs to her torso. She wore the shortest pair of white shorts I had ever seen on a woman. And Tatiana and Isabella pushed the limits, so I’ve seen short. Combined with a pink tank top, her slim shoulders and arms on full display, I had images of her naked in my king size bed flashing through my mind. God, what I would do to her if she was tied to my bed.

Fuck, it’s going to be a long night.

I wanted her body bent over the couch, so I could ram into her and fuck her into oblivion. As if she could read my thoughts, her little claws dug into her palms. Maybe she fought the urge to touch me, just as I fought the urge to touch her.

Except she’d never be allowed to touch me. As much as I wanted her to. There was a reason I covered my body in ink. It was better than letting the world see the scars that marred most of me.

Pinkish. Rough. Ugly.

There was only so much healing your skin could do until it was permanently damaged. And my brand of damage ran deep.

“Kroshka.”Baby girl.She had always been my girl. The girl who saved me with a single gesture of kindness. She’d never forgive me once she learned. I knew I wouldn’t forgive someone for hurting my siblings. “Only good girls get to touch.” My voice came out rough; my accent pronounced. After all, I spent the first sixteen years of my life in Russia. Though I didn’t consider myself Russian.

A sharp gasp broke the tense silence swimming between us, and something in her eyes flashed so feral I had to clench my teeth to fight this need brimming through my veins.

To make hermine. To fuck her until she remembered nothing butme. I’d be her entire world and she’d be mine.

Why did I tell her that only good girls could touch me when in fact nobody could? No fucking idea. Maybe I liked to rile her up. Or I liked to taunt myself with something I’d never have.

She got herself together and an undignified scoff slipped through her lips. “You wish,” she spat back in a husky voice. “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on this planet.”

Ouch.

Her eyes filled with defiance and bitter amusement filled me. The little agent could deny all she pleased, but shewantedto touch me. My stomach tightened in distaste for what she would find if I ever allowed her to get that far. She’d be disgusted.

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