Page 81 of Fall into Savagery

“I don’t like it,” he said.

My frown deepened. “Why not? It’s comfortable.”

“Baby, you’re dressed like a granny.”

“Hey,” I said, indignant. My hand came down his chest without thinking. He stopped in the middle of the dark hallway, his gaze zeroed in on my hand with an unreadable look on his face.

I squirmed when he looked back at me, his lips curved in a small half-smile.

“Don’t worry, I still think you’re sexy dressed like a granny.”

“I’m so glad you think so,” I responded drily. “I was so worried about that.”

He laughed. “Let’s get back to our game.”

“What game?”

His smile widened before his expression quickly transformed to a serious one, and he deepened his voice when he said, “I am very disappointed in you, Miss. Sokolov.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Did you just give me your last name?”

He grinned. “Shh, princess. Try to stay in character for me.”

I shook my head. “You’re such a dork.”

“A dork, you say? I don’t tolerate that kind of insolence. Now, we have to discuss your dismal performance in gym class. I think it’s time I carefully inspect your body to ensure you are up to any kind of physical activity.”

He continued his walk down the hall, his eyes darkening with hunger.

Despite the silliness of the game, heat and arousal moved swiftly through my body.

“Nikolay.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, eliciting another giggle from me just as we got to Damien’s room. Mikhail and Damien were waiting for us on the bed.

My mouth went dry at the sight.

Damien was fully clothed, donning a tight, long sleeve t-shirt that molded to his huge muscular form, while Mikhail was shirtless and in dark blue jeans. Both men were barefoot, and I didn't know why the sight affected me so badly, but it did.

Nikolay deposited me on the bed and stood back, taking in all of us with a grin.

“What’s this?” Mikhail asked, tugging slightly on my nightdress.

“My pajamas,” I responded drily. Behind me, Nikolay cackled.

Mikhail rolled his eyes. “I know that. Why the hell are you wearing it?”

“Because it’s comfortable and appropriate.”

I wasn’t going to wear my usual sleeping attire when Konstantin and Dmitriy insisted I sleep in the room with them.

“Well, I don’t like it,” he said, echoing Nikolay’s words.

I pulled the fabric away from his grip. “Tough.”

He laughed and reached over to the bedside table. I watched him with wary eyes, stumbling back a little when he procured a small blade from the drawer. My back touched Nikolay’s front when I got too far over the edge.

I looked at Damien, but he was quietly taking in the scene, and as usual, it was hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling just by looking at him.

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