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“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling away from her. “Did you think I’d really kiss you? Come on, I have no interest in you.”
Her eyes opened and humiliation left a pink stain on her neck. I shark-smirked. “Were you hoping to get laid by me?”
“No. I was hoping to seduce you and kill you like the pig you are,” she said, pushing me further away and moving from the wall, her eyes downturned with rejection or something like it.
“Too bad, malysh.” My dick was hard, straining against my stupid jeans, and I hoped she wouldn’t notice as I resorted to dismissing the strong urge to fuck her by teasing her. “You look like you were dumped in the middle of an orgasm.”
“You’re a dead man, Andrei Levov,” she said simply and started out for the stairs, then paused and turned around, peering at my cock.
“What is it, malysh? Want to give me a blowjob?” I probably shouldn’t talk dirty to her but right now, I was thinking with my dick, and my dick wanted Adrienne.
“For a man who has no interest in me, your cock is quite hard, Andrei Levov.” She turned back to the stairs and ran upstairs.
I smiled.
Adrienne had a smart mouth, and I wanted to feel how smart she’d be when I thrust my cock inside her fucking mouth.
Chapter 9 - Adrienne
Andrei Levov really did live up to his name as a lunatic who toyed with women, and I hated how I’d manage to add myself to the list of women who became weaklings in his presence.
I exhaled, trying to blow out the frustration that had built inside of me. I closed my eyes, ashamed of myself for how easily I surrendered to his touch. Fuck. Even now, the feeling of his light touch on my face and his warm breath on my skin still lingered. Weird things were happening between my legs, tugging at my self-control and needing more of his dangerous touch.
I’d tried to deceive myself into believing my body was only reacting how it would biologically after the way he tried to seduce me but why was my heart pounding nervously? Why did a tiny part of me feel bad that he did not have any interest in me and was just teasing me?
This was not good. Not good at all.
Liquid dripped between my legs, alerting me of how hornily helpless I was, and my brain strayed and made me think of his lips on mine. God! I hated him, I wished he’d fucking get hit by a truck for riling me up the way he did. I despised him for making me lose control of my own body.
I was still cursing Andrei when his dark-haired and blue-eyed maid knocked on my door and came inside without my permission.
“Boss wants you downstairs for dinner.” She didn’t wait for my response before giving me her back and heading for the door.
“What is your name?”
She turned around, blue eyes staring back at me. “Maria.” Her expression was cold, just like Andrei’s and his brothers’. I wondered if Russians naturally had stern faces, or was it just the Russians in the underworld?
“How long have you been working for Andrei?”
She hesitated, making me feel like I was crossing a line by asking. I was just a prisoner, after all, one who was being tormented with horniness. “My papa worked for the boss when I was little.” Her soft voice was strained with sadness. “Boss took me in after your papa killed my papa and mama ten years ago.”
“Oh dear.” A mixture of pity and guilt embraced me. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen,” she answered then left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. She was two years younger than I was. I hated my papa so much, but I couldn’t imagine losing him when I was only nine, yet he was the reason another child had to grow up without her parents. It broke my heart, that that kind of monster was my papa.
Several minutes passed before I remembered Maria had asked me to come down for dinner. I reluctantly slid out of the bed and checked my hair in the vanity mirror.
The clothes Andrei had gotten for me were still sitting on the table. I wondered if he’d expect me to wear them but decided against it since he’d most likely think I was wearing them to get his attention—which would in fact be true. I resolved that it wouldn’t be a good idea and went downstairs wearing my baggy shorts and a sleeveless tee.
Graveyard-level silence covered the house as I went downstairs. The door leading to the dining room was a non-transparent crystal glass. I prayed a short Hail Mary before opening it and walking inside.
My eyes were the first to react to the unfamiliar room over-brightened by a golden chandelier that looked like it cost millions of dollars. I narrowed my eyes so they could adjust to the brightness before squinting around and almost letting out a squeal.
I’d always hated blue and now four blue pairs of eyes decided I was the most interesting thing to look at. Three out of the four I’d seen before but one was odd, more friendly than the others, and I assumed they belonged to Andrei’s third brother.
The dining table was a standard royal gold shade, long enough for a banquet of fifty people and arranged with enough food to feed the Bronx community. Andrei was sitting at the end of the table, the guy I’d kicked in the balls was sitting by his left and the one who’d led me to Andrei’s office with a gun on my waist was sitting beside him. I glared at both of them, letting them see how much I wanted to jump over the table to squeeze their life out of them.
At the right side of the table and two seats away from Andrei was the unfamiliar one with warm eyes. He gave me a smile. “You must be Adrienne.”
