Page 75 of Lies He Told Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 1)

“Yes?” Shit—I’m still naked. “Wait, hold on!” I call.

I’ve just pulled on my dress, when the door creaks open. “I didn’t say I was ready,” I protest, adjusting the strap and burrowing further under the bedcovers.

Gavril’s expression doesn’t change. He walks over slowly.Shit-shit-shit, he’s going to do it again, and I won’t be able to stop him, already my limbs are tingling and—

He sits down on the floor beside the bed.What the …?

“You have an appointment today.”

“Okay …”

“I’ll be escorting you.”

Silence, as I stare at his profile, trying to figure out what that even means.

“You can ask, if you’d like,” he says.

“Ask what?”

“Anything.”

Anything.My body thrums with the deliciousness of it. All the unanswered questions thrash to the surface.Why do you even want to be mayor? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Why are so many people so afraid of you?But I shove them back.

“Just one question,” he clarifies. He’s already guessed the reason behind my pause. “We don’t have time for more.”

One question. Okay. But which one? The ones I really want to ask, I don’t dare. Not yet, at least. But still, there is one thing …

“What is your relationship to Ludmil?”

That’s the one tame thing I’m genuinely interested in. At some points, they seem all buddy-buddy; other times, just employee and boss. Plus, all the stuff Ludmil does just plain old baffles me.

“Ludmil does whatever I require,” Gavril says simply.

“What does that mean?”

Gavril turns to eye me. “I did say one question.”

“Except your answer wasn’t really an answer.”

Already, he’s rising, though, back to towering over me. If the intense way he’s looking at me is supposed to intimidate me—well, fuck him then. I glare back at him, not moving my gaze an inch.

“You should be careful. There are others who don’t take questions as nicely as me.” He pulls up his shirt to show me his torso and my snappy reply falls away.

Mottling his six-pack just around his hips are three deep scars. Ones I must’ve missed in all the dark and wildness of last night. Like someone took a knife and twisted it in. Another shiver travels through me. Only, it isn’t just from fear. The sight of Gavril’s chiseled perfection of a body in the light of day is something out of a dream. My mouth parts.

His hand goes to my throat and his lips graze my ear. “Understood?”

“Yeah,” is all I can gasp as he lifts me, carries me over, and presses me to the window face-first.

More trembling. Fuck.

With the flat of his palm, he strokes my ass, my hip, my thigh. Then lifts up my night slip.

“Good.”

One teeth-edged kiss to the back of my neck and then he shoves himself inside me. Everything falls away. I’m back home again.

He picks up speed quickly. He fucks me, hard and relentless. Already, I’m spasming, groaning.

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