Page 15 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

“That’s because you’re not as funny as I am.”

“What about this is funny to you?”

She sobers up quickly. “None of it. Not a single fucking bit.”

I nod, satisfied. “That’s what I thought.”

“Is this the part where you explain what you want from me? Or are you going to keep pretending you’re Batman for a little while longer?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Not here. Come with me.”

I turn and leave, not bothering to see if she’s following. After a moment, I hear her footsteps trailing mine.

I lead Arya to my car. Opening the passenger door, I gesture for her to sit. “Get in.”

She eyes me warily. “So this is actually the part where you kill me and dump my body in the ocean?”

“If I was going to do that, I would’ve done it a long time ago. So I didn’t have to put up with your sass.”

She snorts. “It was my sass that got us here in the first place, Dima,” she mutters sort of forlornly.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She gets in the car and crosses her arms over her chest again. Her eyes are distant. Searching.

Frowning, I swing her door shut and walk around to my side. I get in, but I leave the engine off for now.

It’s crazy how quickly her presence seeps into the small space. It smells like her, that delicate, flowery fragrance I could pick out of a crowd. It sounds like her, that soft, subtle breathing. It feels like her, too—in the way my skin prickles when she’s near. The way my cock hardens at the sight of her lips.

Kontsentrirovat',Dima,I scold myself.Focus.

“I’m waiting,” she says.

I can’t help wondering how much of this is just a brave front she’s putting on. And what she’s really feeling underneath.

Is she as wet as I am hard?

Is she as hungry to fuck as I am?

I shake my head in disgust. I’m getting off track again. This woman does that to me without even having to try. It’s fucking infuriating.

“Well?”

“I’m thinking,” I snap.

“Don’t hurt yourself trying,” she mutters sarcastically.

“Christ, you are a pain in the ass.”

“You’re just an ass, period.”

I blink and snap out of it. It’s way too easy to slip into this role again. This fiery back-and-forth. As if none of the shit that’s happened between us matters anymore.

But itdoesmatter.

Itdidhappen.

It cannot be forgotten.

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