Page 134 of Immaculate Deception (Romanoff Bratva)

I’ve been lying for so long that I don’t even remember where the truth starts anymore.

Dima runs his tongue over his top teeth as he stares at me. I can see the gears in his head turning. I hope they’re turning in my favor.

“Explain yourself,” he orders.

I stand up, my heart beating in my throat, and move to sit next to Dima on the bed. I can feel him still gazing at me, but I keep my eyes down at my feet, too nervous to look at him.

“I… I ran from something. A while ago. I was mixed up with a bad guy. I knew he was bad so maybe everything that happened was my fault. But I just… I didn’t know quitehowbad. I found out one day. He was a drug dealer. A bad one. His stuff was killing people across the city, and when I learned that, I poured it all down the drain and ran.”

“You should be dead then.”

I swallow past the knot in my throat. “I know. I thought I got away at first. But I was wrong. He… he came to see me. Ten months ago.” I raise my eyes up to meet Dima’s burning gaze. “But it wasn’t for sex, Dima. He came to threaten me. To tell me that he knew where I was. That he could get to me any time he wanted. And that, one day, he’d collect on what I owed him.”

He growls wordlessly. Says nothing.

“I didn’t have sex with anyone but you. There is no possible way Lukas could belong to anyone but you. I mean, have you seen him?”

“He looks like you,” he mutters.

I shake my head. “You’re blind. That baby has your smolder. I saw it the second he was born. Heisyou. He’s yours.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then, “Lucky kid.”

He believes me. Relief washes through me. If nothing else, I can trust he won’t hurt Lukas. Not if he knows Lukas has Romanoff blood in his veins.

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. I swallow a lump in my throat. “What do you want from me now?” I ask. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Slowly, Dima’s hand creeps across the plaid comforter to land on my leg. His fingers are hot through my jeans. I imagine I see smoke rising between us.

When I look up in his eyes now, they are hooded, his pupils blown wide.

“I want what I always want,” he rasps.

There’s a chance everything that’s happening between us is chemical. Something fleeting that will fade. Something he’ll regret the minute we’re done.

But I can’t bring myself to give a single fuck.

I want him.

I’m on his lap before I can contemplate it further. I wrap my legs around his waist, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him.

Dima’s hands smooth up and down my spine as he kisses me back, sucking on my lower lip, nipping at my chin and my collarbone. He tugs on the end of my hair, tipping my head back so he can lick my collarbone and bite his way up to the smooth spot behind my ear.

My body is on fire. We are fully clothed and just kissing, but I feel like I’m melting from the inside out. Like my bones have gone molten.

Dima grabs the bottom of my shirt and I let him pull the cheap cotton tee over my head. He buries his face between my breasts, then groans and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

An electric current moves through me, culminating at my very center. I tighten my thighs around his waist and rock against him, wanting more of him, all of him. My back arches as Dima scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin of my chest, driving me mad.

I push myself away from him until I’m standing at the end of the bed. He reaches for me, but I swat his hand away and then reach for the button of my jeans.

Dima’s eyes go animalistic. He swallows as I unzip my jeans and shimmy them slowly down my thighs.

I can see the bulge growing between his legs. I’ve never longed for the feeling of someone inside of me so much in my life.

I hook my fingers on either side of my panties and slide them down to the pile with my jeans. Dima takes me in hungrily.

The second I’m naked, he wraps his arm around my waist and twists us both around so I’m lying flat on the bed beneath him.

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