Page 14 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

It was almost too easy to get him to bite the bait. He was desperate to save his sister. I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t have wanted Malcome to get his clutches on my sister. The idea sent rage flowing through my body but I dampened it down focusing on the brother and sister in front of me.

God, this woman was gorgeous. Everything about her screamed money but her demeanor wasn’t that of the rich pricks. She held herself modest, as if she wished nobody would notice her. And that made her even more noticeable to me.

I thought back to the footage when she wore a sparkly little black dress and compared it to this woman in front of me. It was as if she hid behind this conservative tight black dress. Still, she couldn’t hide from me.

My gaze ran down her body. She walked with grace and confidence but underneath it all, there was fear and vulnerability that she was desperate to hide. She portrayed quiet strength. I wondered if she even realized it herself.

Seeing her reach her hand for Oliver Fray made me want to punch the guy in the face and growl mine. It wasn’t rational. He was her brother for Pete’s sake. Her beauty was compelling and luring all my attention towards her. She was perfection.

I had no doubt the men in her life up till now, Malcome being a big exception, were nothing like me. My scarred face and darkness usually scared people off; my rough demeanor and upbringing made women anxious around me. Although my millions still made them flock to me.

But not Olivia.

In fact, I was positive she felt the same attraction that currently burned through my veins and my cock for her. Her eyes gravitated towards me. Yes, there was reservation and hesitance in her but I had no doubt she would be mine.

Her brother lost a huge amount of money. Damn guy was losing his ass at blackjack and he didn’t even need our help in it. He played right into my plan. It was all going accordingly.

Upon hearing the sum of money her brother lost, Olivia’s voice contained shock and fear as she whipped her head towards her brother. He didn’t seem like the gambling type but his desperation to get cash led him into the temptation. He loved his sister, it was obvious. Oliver tried to take charge of the situation but he lost that control two hundred and fifty thousand dollars ago.

Seeing Olivia take her brother’s hand and squeeze in union sent a jealous streak through me. It almost shocked the hell out of me. I was never a jealous type. The siblings seemed very close, which made sense. They were twins.

I tried to temper my possessive instinct and keep check of my emotions. It was not good that this woman was bringing all that out in me in the first ten minutes of her company. My cock twitched and came alive with just her presence. If I wasn’t careful, she’d easily become my obsession. My body was consumed by pure unadulterated lust that flowed through my body within her presence.

I wanted this woman. And one day I would have her; there wasn't an ounce of doubt in my mind. What I want, I always get! Question was, would she want me as much as I wanted her.

As I kept my eyes on Olivia, images played in my mind of her taking that expensive Chanel dress off of her slim body; of me licking each inch of her creamy smooth skin.

When Anastasia asked for help, I intended to buy out her father's debt and get Olivia out of Malcome’s clutches. That would take days if not weeks of negotiation. It would not do. I would have this woman where I wanted her. Safe and under my protection.

“What?” Olivia asked in shock upon hearing my answer of the denied loan. “Oliver, what last loan?”

“It’s nothing,” he tried to get out of it. “I got it all under control.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” She whispered under her breath, her skin flushing with annoyance. She was even more beautiful when she was mad. “This is not having it under control.”

She turned towards me, her ridiculous hat and sunglasses obscuring my view.

“I can pay you fifty thousand now,” she spoke softly. “I’ll get the rest. I give you my word.”

The money was of no importance to me. I had plenty of it to last me several lifetimes. But this woman; she was something entirely different.

“Take your hat off,” I commanded and I could have sworn she stiffened. “And take off your sunglasses, there is no sunshine here,” I added in a hard tone. This woman was desperate to hide from the world. I wouldn’t allow her to hide.

Silence stretched and just as I thought she was going to refuse me she slowly reached and took her fancy hat off and her hair came falling down loose down her back in red curls matching Oliver’s hair color.

Stunning.My fingers itched to tangle up into her hair and pull her close to me.

We stood there, watching each other and nothing else in this world mattered right now.

“Olivia, I’m so sorry.” Oliver was apologizing.

“Now sunglasses,” I commanded, nudging her to continue. I wanted to see her eyes.

She took her sunglasses off with her slightly trembling fingers. She tried to hide her nervousness. But the moment my eyes found hers my brain stopped functioning. The cold detached bastard, Russian Sinner, that I’ve been known to be my whole life was out the window and my whole focus was on this woman.

If she can even be called that! She was more like a goddess; a temptress. With her fire red hair falling down her shoulders in loose waves and huge blue eyes, she looked vulnerable and young. Too young to bear the weight placed on her slim shoulders by her father!

Olivia Fray was the fiancé of my number one enemy, Malcome Schmidt.

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