Kai Jaxon Sokolov as the Mafia king, the flame
Nina Cleo Salvatore the ice
Eventually, nina gets to know that even the flame can turn into ice and ice can turn into flame
* This book is a mafia romance so you guys can except some steamy scene...
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We were still laughing, breathless and coated in flour, when Nina reached across the table to brush some flour off my cheek. Her hand lingered there, her fingers soft against my skin, and for a second, I forgot about everything else. The kitchen, the mess, the ridiculous flour fight—it all faded away, leaving just her.
"You look ridiculous," she teased, her voice light but her eyes soft.I caught her hand, pulling it down slowly as I leaned in closer, my forehead resting against hers. "You're one to talk," I murmured, watching as a smile tugged at her lips.
She leaned back, tilting her head as if surveying the damage. "We're both covered," she said, looking down at the mess of flour and egg clinging to her clothes and hair. "This is so bad."
"Yeah," I agreed, standing up and pulling her to her feet. "We need to get cleaned up."Nina raised an eyebrow, giving me a playful look. "Together?"
I smirked, brushing a streak of flour off her arm. "Why not? You did most of the damage anyway."
She giggled, and without waiting for her to say anything else, I tugged her by the hand, leading her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The mansion was quiet as we made our way to the bathroom, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of normalcy creeping in. Me, covered in flour. Nina, laughing like it was the best day ever. The Bratva and everything that came with it felt miles away.
When we got to the bathroom, I shut the door behind us and turned the water on, letting the steam fill the room. Nina stood by the sink, unbuttoning her flour-streaked shirt—well, technically my shirt—and peeling it off, revealing her bare skin beneath. She caught me staring and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you just going to stand there?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.I shrugged, smirking. "Just enjoying the view."
She rolled her eyes but smiled as she stepped into the shower. I followed, closing the glass door behind us as the hot water hit my skin. The warmth was immediate, washing away the flour and grime from our little kitchen battle. Nina turned her face up to the spray, her eyes closing as the water soaked through her hair, rinsing away the egg and flour that had stuck to it.
I watched her for a moment, mesmerized by the way the water cascaded down her skin, glistening in the light. She looked... beautiful. Effortless. Like she belonged there, in this moment, with me. And I was completely and utterly wrecked by it."You're staring again," she said softly, opening one eye to look at me.
I stepped closer, letting the water run over me as I reached out and gently brushed her cheek, pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "I can't help it."
She smiled, and for a moment, everything was quiet. Just the sound of the water, the steam swirling around us, and the warmth of her standing so close. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before trailing down to her lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and I let myself get lost in the feeling of her against me, the heat from the water blending with the heat between us.
"Kai..." she whispered, her lips brushing against mine.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. "Yeah?"
She smiled, her gaze softening. "I think I love making messes with you."
I chuckled, running my hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. "Good. Because I have a feeling we're going to make a lot more." Nina laughed, the sound echoing through the bathroom, and it was like music. Pure, unfiltered joy.
I pressed another kiss to her lips, softer this time, before pulling her under the spray of the water, both of us letting the warmth wash over us.
We stood there for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. There was no Bratva, no danger, no responsibilities—just her, me, and the quiet intimacy of this moment. And for once, I wasn't in a hurry to leave.
After a while, Nina pulled away slightly, her eyes shining as she looked up at me. "You know," she said, her voice soft but teasing, "you're not as grumpy as you like to think."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Don't get used to it."She giggled, pressing her forehead against my chest. "Too late."
i couldn't help but smile as I pulled her closer, the water still running over us, but none of it mattered. Not the mess in the kitchen, not the flour in our hair, not even the fact that we'd dismissed the chef for the day.
In this moment, with Nina in my arms, nothing else existed but us. And I was okay with that.
