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“No one can function on that little sleep.”
“Well, I don’t function that well anyway. As you’ve probably already noticed.” He laughs, but I don’t find it funny. He needs help. The finger on my chin starts moving along my jaw, then over my neck until his hand ends up at my nape.
“Roman ordered me to go to some damn fundraiser tomorrow,” he says. “You’re coming with me.”
“He told me. Are we going on the bike?”
It’s really hard to concentrate on the conversation because with each word Sergei’s head bends slightly, his mouth coming closer and closer.
“I’m not sure that riding a bike in an evening dress is wise.”
“I don’t have any dresses here.”
His head dips even lower, while his fingers lace into the hairs at the base of my neck, squeezing and coaxing me to tilt my head up.
“We will buy one tomorrow.” His voice is deep, huskier than normal, and his lips brush mine as he speaks, but only for a fraction of a second.
“How will I pay you back? I don’t have any money right now.”
He watches me, then closes the distance between us as his lips crash against mine. It’s like thunder and lightning. Hard,unexpected, deafening, and blinding. There’s no time to think about what I’m doing, and I don’t have the will to resist, so I don’t. I grab at the fabric of his shirt and rise onto my tiptoes, trying to get closer. Sergei’s hand squeezes the back of my neck, his other hand caressing the small of my back, pressing me tighter against his body while he attacks my mouth.
It’s not enough. There was a pile of books on the floor somewhere. I couldn’t decide what to read. I take a step to the left. Where’s that fucking TBR pile when I need it, damn it? Why can’t I be taller? Sergei’s mouth leaves mine and proceeds to trail kisses along my jaw and neck. I suck in a breath and pull on his shirt even more as a tingling sensation starts building between my legs. I need him closer. My toes hit something solid. Yes! I step up onto the stack of hardbacks I piled on the floor and wrap my arms around Sergei’s neck. My mouth finds his again. The hand at my back moves lower to squeeze my ass, then traces around my hip until it reaches the front of my jeans. He slides his palm lower and cups my pussy over the fabric, pressing the denim seam into my core.
“Sergei!” Felix shouts from somewhere in the house.
Not fucking now! I grip Sergei’s hair, trying to keep his lips from leaving mine as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He starts brushing his palm between my legs, forward and back. And I think I’m going to ignite under his touch.
“Sergei!” Another round of yelling from downstairs. “Your brother is sending his regards with an extremely vivid description of cutting off your head and stuffing it into your anus if you don’t answer your phone.”
My eyes snap open and I stare at Sergei. He still has his hand between my legs. As I look into his eyes, he presses onto my frustrated pussy again, and a small moan leaves my lips.
“There.” He smiles and lightly bites my lower lip. “Consider the dress reimbursed in full.”
His hands vanish from my body, and he’s gone the next moment, leaving me in the middle of the room, standing on an assortment of genuine leather-bound Dostoyevsky hardcovers, with my panties completely drenched.
* * *
The following morning, I find Felix fumbling with an electrical socket above the stove. He looks me over, then resumes what he’s been doing.
“Is Sergei out?” I ask and sit at the dining table.
I haven’t left the room since yesterday evening, trying to avoid Sergei until I manage to process the meaning of that kiss... or the entire encounter for that matter. Thinking about it didn’t help much. I still can’t decide if I should ignore it completely and pretend it never happened, or jump all over him the next time I see him. My brain says the former. My body wants the latter.
“He’s walking Mimi,” Felix calls over his shoulder. “I heard you’re staying. Roman spoke to you yesterday?”
“Yes.” I nod and reach for the carafe of juice on the table. “I think we should talk.”
“About?”
“About those episodes Sergei has. I need to know what I’m dealing with.”
Felix leaves the screwdriver on the counter, turns, and fixes me with his gaze. “You’re dealing with the result of what happens when you take a nonviolent child and forcibly turn him into a cold-blooded killer.” He places his hands on the counter, gripping its edge, and looks over at the window.
“Sergei was a normal kid. Loved. But then his mother died when he was only twelve, and he was sent to foster care and later to a group home. There were some brawls, small thefts, nothing that wasn’t unexpected of a child in his situation. He ended up ina juvie after he and his friends tried to steal a car. That’s where Kruger found him.”
“Kruger?”
“The man in charge of the Project Z.E.R.O. unit. They took him in and put him into training. I was a handler there. From the moment I saw Sergei, I knew he wasn’t a good candidate. He was not aggressive or violent, and didn’t have the urge to hurt anyone or to destroy things like some of the other boys they took.” He turns to look at me. “I tried to send him back, and failed. Kruger liked him too much. Sergei was impossibly agile, and he always got the best results during physical exams. He also spoke English and Russian perfectly, as well as Spanish. Kruger liked that very much. Fluency in several languages is very useful in our business.”
