Page 59 of Sins He Taught Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 3)

What is happening to me?

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When we return home and Victoria finally gets Niko into bed, she comes back downstairs and finds me in the living room.

“He’s in bed,” she says quietly, taking a seat in the large armchair near the fireplace. She brings her bare legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. Her chin sits atop her knees.

“About the hospital…” she starts.

I turn to her. “What about it?”

“It’s just … I didn’t expect that.”

“Did you not like it?” Feeling her writhe beneath me was evidence enough that she liked it. I might even venture to say she loved it.

“No, I did.” She’s quiet for a moment, and when she speaks again, there’s a softness to her voice, like she’s speaking to a wild animal. “It was… a bad idea.”

I turn to fix her with my stare. “A bad idea?” I repeat.

She’s wavering as I look at her. I stand slowly, unfolding myself to my full height, and cross the distance between us to tower over her. Reaching out a hand, I cup her delicate chin.

“Look at me,” I order. I force her face to tilt upwards. Her bottom lip is quivering and her eyes are full of emotion. As I watch, she swallows past a knot in her throat.

“Something tells me you don’t think it was a bad idea at all, sweetheart.” My whisper is low and coarse, the only thing that can be heard above the crackling of the fire. You could slice the tension with a knife. It’s damn near suffocating, how bad I want her. How bad she wants me.

I know that all I have to do is turn the fingers on her chin into the slightest of caresses and she’d be putty in my finger. Slide the tip of my thumb between those plump lips. She’d melt. It would be so easy.

Just do it… whispers a voice in my head. Take her again. Own her like you want to.

I can barely hear her as she tries desperately to say something, anything. “I…” But she can’t even finish that. It’s too late for words. I know it; she knows it.

It’s like an electric volt is surging right to my cock, all the filthy images racing through my mind. I want nothing more than to continue this.

But I can’t.

Crossing that line with Victoria is a bad idea, and I know it. I just wish that it wasn’t so obvious.

My phone rings, the answer to my prayers, bailing me out of this tension-filled moment. I slip a hand into my pocket to grab it. Disappointment crosses Victoria’s face, and she turns her head, staring at the flames licking the stone fireplace that contains them.

I turn away and bring the phone to my ear.

“Konstantin,” I say. “Talk to me.”

This is the out I needed. Being around Victoria like this is dangerous, and I have to maintain control. I have to keep control, no matter the cost.

Losing it could be deadly.

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