Defiant. Sweet. Alluring.
A business deal gone wrong brought me to her doorstep.
She's everything I shouldn't want; everything I was against after watching my mother's obsession destroy her.
Still, I can't stop myself from craving her.
I should know...
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I STIRRED OUT OF my slumber, slowly blinking my eyelids open to take in my surroundings.
Where was I?
This didn't look like my bedroom, and neither did it look like Aleksei's. For some reason, I was also sore. What the hell happened last night?
I pushed my hair out of my face, trying to sit up on my bed, but a thick arm around my waist prevented me from doing so, pulling me closer into a muscular, warm body.
"Where are you going, baby?" Aleksei's sleepy mumble drifted into my ears as he buried his face in my neck, tightening his grip around my waist.
"Nowhere."
Memories from last night played in my head like a movie.
Aleksei picking me up from Niko's house; me asking him to fuck me, and then him bringing us to this penthouse. The remaining details didn't need to be recounted in my head. My body could feel it.
I buried my face in my palm, groaning quietly as my words from last night bombarded my head. I couldn't believe I'd said half the things I said to him last night. Being able to review the things I begged him for with the high gone from my mind was a truly mortifying experience.
"Stay still, baby," Aleksei groaned, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You're moving around too much. Just a few more minutes."
"Sorry," I whispered back, stilling my frame. He sounded really exhausted.
I remained unmoving for the next thirty minutes until his breath evened out, and his hold on me loosened slightly.
I quietly turned in his arms, pushing the longer strands of his hair that hid his face behind his ears.
Thick, curly lashes decorated his eyelids, falling over his cheekbones in long, graceful curtain-like wisps. And yet I had to do two coats of mascara to get the desired fullness I wanted for my lashes. God sure had his favorites.
I counted six freckles on his eyelids—two on his left eye and the remaining four on his right.
His cheeks had a tiny flush to them that made him look adorable as he slept. I snickered to myself, slapping a hand over my mouth to trap the sounds before I woke him and got caught staring at his face like a creep.
Forget creepy. I wonder what he'd think about me calling him adorable in my head. With his imposing height and profession, he was anything but.
Next was his nose. Straight and perfectly symmetrical with his other facial features as though it had never been broken a day in his life before. It was surprising considering what he did for a living. Surely, he'd engaged in a scuffle once or twice before.
A light dusting of stubble covered the lower half of his face.
Even in his sleep, his slightly full lips were pursed in a frown as though someone had found a way to annoy him in the lucid world. My eyes made the short journey up his face to where a slight frown had settled between his groomed brows.
