Page 49 of Born into Chaos

“That looks amazing.” She looks at the food I’ve completely forgotten about and then claps her hands when she sees the bacon I’ve made to go with it.

“I’ve never met anyone who gets so excited about food.”

She shrugs and takes the plate I hand her. “I’m a virgin, Vitya. Food is my one pleasure in life.” Seeing the look on my face, she gives me a wink and adds, “Feel free to change that at any time.”

“You’ve got to stop saying things like that to me.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

I fix my own plate and sit down next to her at the counter. She’salready made a good dent in her breakfast by the time I take my first bite. I hold up the dull knife I’m using to cut my omelet and wave it in front of her face.

“You see this? You see how dull this thing is?”

Her mouth is full, so she keeps chewing while she nods.

“This is what your dad is going to use to cut my dick off with if I touch you.”

She swallows and laughs.

“I’m glad the idea of my dick getting slowly sawed through is so humorous to you.”

“It’d take a lot more than that dull thing to get through what you’re packing.”

A grin plays at my lips from her compliment. “Your dad would make it happen. Where do you think you get your stubbornness from?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “He was probably just teasing.”

“No, Sveta, he was not. Your dad and uncles are very dangerous men, and they’re even worse when their daughters are involved.” I let out a frustrated groan and sit back. “I’m not saying I don’t want you. I’m saying this isn’t going to end well for either of us.”

She thinks about what I’ve said while taking another huge bite. While she chews, I drink my coffee until she finally says, “Stop worrying so much. We’ll figure it out.”

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? It took you like five minutes of chewing to come up with that.”

She shrugs. “A lady doesn’t talk with her mouth full.”

I laugh. “Since when has that ever stopped you? I’ve been listening to you yell at me around a mouthful of food for two years.”

She laughs and points her fork at me. “I’m not that bad, and we both know you deserved it.”

I don’t argue the point. She’s right. Getting under her skin is my favorite pastime, and I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.

We both go back to finishing our breakfast, and by the time she’s drowning her bacon in syrup, I’m downing the last of my coffee and starting on the dishes. I refrain from commenting whenshe uses her last piece of bacon to scoop up the syrup, but when she grabs a spoon and tries to get the remaining remnants, I ask, “Do you just want to lick the damn thing?”

She raises a brow at me, and then while keeping her eyes on mine, she runs her tongue over the spoon. It’s a slow lick, a teasing lick, and it quickly has my cock straining against my jeans. I let out a frustrated grunt at having to deal with another hard-on and slam the plate into the dishwasher.

“Everything okay?” she asks sweetly.

“I’m about to go break your rule,” I tell her.

She jumps off the stool and walks over to me. “Don’t you dare.”

I run an irritated hand through my hair and glance over to check on Samantha. She’s fallen asleep in her swing, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in the kitchen around her.

“That’s not fair,” Sveta hisses at me, keeping her voice low so she doesn’t wake Samantha.

“Not fair?” I ask her. “What’s not fair is you teasing the hell out of me when you know I can’t do anything about it.”

She steps closer and fists my shirt while she narrows her beautiful eyes at me. “No, Vitya. What’s not fair is that I’ve wanted you since the night I saved your ass, and you’ve ignored me ever since. You’re a little sexually frustrated? Cry me a fucking river.”

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