Page 30 of Forced Mafia Bride

Wasn’t he supposed to be at work or something?

His amused gaze met mine after he locked the door behind him, padding over to the television to turn it off.

“Clever you.” His thumb lingered on the remote button before he dropped it and turned around. My body tingled in awareness when his eyes ravenously swept from my head, past my bare stomach, and stopped at the aching spot between my legs.

I blocked his view with my arms, trying to shield my partial nudity. “Um….” I averted my eyes. “I deserve some privacy.”

He cocked his head to the side, a smirk forming after he licked his lips.“Why so eager now to put them back on when the intent was to have them off in the first place?”

“Excuse me?” I had to act offended that he blatantly accused me of trying to seduce him when it was, in fact, true. “Why would I do something like that? This is my room, is it not?Although temporary, I believe I have the right to do whatever I want here, and that includes stripping whenever I deem fit.”

“Hm.” He pretended to think, burying both hands into the pockets of his pants. I dragged my eyes over the tall length of his body, secretly admiring the spread of his broad shoulders and the sharpness of his chiseled jaw that managed to snag my attention every time.

His steps toward me were calculated but efficient, and I barely had the time to think fast, to evade his rough hands cupping my chin or the dangerous look in his eyes when he stared at my lips.

“I’d say it hits differently when you strip for me.”

His lips.God, his lips.The full curves were as tempting as they were distracting. I pushed through the insane urge to lick them and focused on his face. “I would never....”

“You would never what? Strip for me?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed himself against me. Hard chest against soft breasts, the bulge between his legs searing hot against the thin fabric of my panties. “How about I make you?”

I burned everywhere.Everywhere.I could barely breathe without inhalinghim.A mix of pinewood and cologne.My heart raced, and my pulse quickened. The throb between my legs hammered worse than a headache, and my temperature spiked like a fever. I should have stepped back, pushed him away, or cursed him. I didn’t want this—I couldn’t stand this proximity, knowing that I was the reason for the reaction between his legs.

But I did.

The resistance wore off faster than thin ice close to a furnace, and my body slackened in his arms. The fight was no longer in me, but I said, “You can’t. You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”

His smile was even more dangerous.More beautiful.

“What if I tell you I want you to?”

Shit.

This had to be the worst boomerang trap I’d ever set. I was falling fast, and, worse, I wantedto fall. I wanted to stand on my tippy toes and press my lips against his. I wanted the warmth of his tongue in my mouth. I wanted my hands in his hair,hishands on me, our legs tangled on that bed, himinsideme.

Oh, my God!

I’d been bewitched, charmed by this backstabbing terror!

Fight, Lyn. Fight!

“And what about your friend, Katherine? Won’t she mind when she finds out?”

He outright grinned from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat, and I mentally slapped my forehead.

Why. Did. I. Say. That?

That was not a fight. That was an admission of jealousy. That night at the club, I’d spent almost one hour convincing myself that I wasn’t jealous of the brunette, with the long legs and her arms draped over Niko’s body like she owned him.

He didn’t keep the amusement away from his voice when he asked. “You remember Kathrine?”

I flashed a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You remember the Taser?”

“Yes.” He dipped his face to my neck, chuckling against my throat. He kissed a sensitive spot, and I inhaled sharply when he pulled away. “I remember the Taser, amongst other things. Like how much I wanted your pussy that night. That dress you had on drove me fucking crazy.”

My heart stopped beating—at least, I think it did.Was it right to enjoy hearing someone talk dirty as much as I liked listening to those filthy words pour out of Nikolai’s mouth?

No, that shouldn’t be right.