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“Viktor, can we not do this right now? The whole cheek thing. I-I…” I stumble over my words a little. “I don’t want to talk about my father. That can be later. Today is us.”

I reach out and run my finger along his lips. They’re so full for a man. A scar runs from the top of left lip down to the bottom. He looks down when I touch it, like he’s embarrassed.

I kiss it. Then I kiss the other side of his mouth. Then I kiss him. His hands tangle in my hair and he takes control. I melt into his touch, craving his strength.

“Angel,” he growls. “If you do not stop I will cum.”

It’s then I realize I’m rocking against him, trying to ease that deep ache that’s between my legs.

“Yes, I want that.”

He slides his hands around to my ass and his mouth goes to my neck. I feel his power everywhere. The heat from his big body warms me, and he moves me against him. His hard length rubs my bare panties, and I feel myself soak the cotton material.

“Viktor,” I moan as I throw my head back. His teeth graze my neck and it sends a chill down my back. My nipples chafe against my bra and my breasts feel heavy.

Lava rumbles in my center before it breaks free and I explode. I scream out his name and he jerks under me, and words I don’t understand fall from his lips. The orgasm is coming in powerful waves, and all I can do is ride out the pleasure.

“I’m going to have to learn Russian,” I say on a laugh as I lay my head against his chest. He leans back, wrapping his arms around my back and keeping me in place.

“I don’t think I can let you go, angel. Maybe you weren’t wrong with your kidnap idea.”

“Then don’t.” I let out a sigh of contentment, completely at peace for the first time in a long time. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had this feeling. I don’t know what it is about him.

“Please look at me.”

“Your ‘please’ sounded forced,” I giggle.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I can’t remember the last time I used the word. I don’t have to. Other people are usually saying it over and over to me.”

I sit back and look at him, my jealousy firing through me.

“You’re upset,” he says, reading my expression.

“Are you talking about women saying that to you?” There’s no way to keep the sass out of my voice.

“You’re jealous?”

I smack his chest.

He smiles. “I can’t remember the last time someone smacked me and didn’t pay the price. But you, my angel, may do with me as you desire.”

I do it again, irritated at his non-answer. “It’s not funny. You can’t stalk someone and sleep with other women.”

He lets out a sound of disgust. “I did no such thing. I spend all free time as you say, stalking you.” He leans up, cupping my face. “There is only you.”

“Oh.”

He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Lie on me. I like it very much,” he whispers against them.

I smile and lay my head back down on his chest.

“You don’t understand my words. I am not a good man, London.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Angel,” he corrects.

I kiss his neck when he says it.

He lets out a breath, probably knowing I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t. Not right now at least. Digging into the past is something I want to avoid. I know we will, but not right now.

“How did you know I would come for you?”

“I got tired of waiting. This all seemed so crazy and I thought, okay, this might be even crazier, but what if you found me. If you came for me here, then it was meant to be.”

“You don’t know the things I had to do to find you.”

“Do I want to?”

“Nyet.”

“Then I don’t want to know.” I shrug, not needing to know all the details. Someone else may like to know every single thing, but I’m okay being in the dark. “Was it worth it?”

“I would have done worse for this. I would have done anything.”

The way he says “anything” makes goosebumps rise on my skin.

I lean up. “We’ve waited long enough.” I move so my lips are barely touching his. “Make love to me, Viktor. Show me what it feels like to be connected to someone. Make me yours.”

CHAPTER FOUR

VIKTOR

“ANGEL, MY HANDS ARE—”

“Perfect. I want you to touch me everywhere with them.”

I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been shocked. Nor can I remember the last time I felt unsteady. But I feel both as I try to keep my hold on her.

“I never want to hurt you,” I try to tell her. She doesn’t see the pleading in my eyes.

It’s not that I don’t want to be inside her, because every cell in my body is screaming for it. It’s that I’ve dreamed about this moment more than I should have. Once I laid eyes on her, my dark dreams melted away and they were only filled with her. She made me cum in my pants merely by rubbing her body against mine. Even after that, I’m still hard as steel.

“I’ve always heard it hurts the first time so…” She licks her lips and trails off.

I groan and before I know it I’m on my feet carrying her in my arms.

She giggles as she wraps her arms around me. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”

“I still can’t believe you want me here.” I move down the hallway, careful not to jostle her.

“Don’t say that kind of stuff. I do

n’t like it. I want you, Viktor. I want you so much I hatched a plan to get you here because you wouldn’t make a move.”

Something deep inside of me warms. No one has ever wanted me. Unless they want me to fix something or hurt someone.

“I want you more than you will ever know, angel. If I hadn’t found you—” I shake my head. “I would have searched until the end of time.”

I find the room at the end of the hallway and lay her down on the bed. I move over her and wonder if she knows one of the world’s deadliest killers is about to take her innocence. Her big green eyes are filled with excitement. Her blonde hair is fanned out around her and it looks like a golden halo.

“I tried to do the right thing. For once in my life I tried to be honorable. But you sealed your fate by luring me here, and I’ll never let you go.”

“Liar.” There’s a knowing smirk pulling at her lips.

I lower my weight on top of her to prove my point. She isn’t going anywhere.

“You think I’d let you go?” I ask. My tone is stern, but it doesn’t seem to faze her. She’s completely unafraid of me, and something about that makes me love her even more, which I didn’t think was possible.

“After seeing you here, I mean, I know you were never going to let me go, but watching would have only lasted so long. What if I went on a date with some guy and—”

I growl, cutting off her words, and she smiles triumphantly.

“See? Today didn’t seal my fate. I was yours from the first moment.” She’s never been more right.

“I’m going to show you who you belong to.”

I reach into my boot, grabbing the knife I keep hidden there. I sit back while still straddling her, and look down. There’s not a trace of fear on her face. In fact, she wiggles around like she’s excited. I slide the knife into her dress and I watch as her breathing picks up. I cut down the center, the sound of the ripping cotton loud in the quiet room.