Page 7 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

But even as I move toward his room, panic starts clawing at my chest. My heart thunders in my ears as I look back, fighting the urge to bolt.

I can’t do this.

I shouldn’t do this.

“Katya.”

The deep, familiar voice freezes me in my tracks.

I turn slowly, my heart lodged in my throat, and find him leaning casually against the doorway of his suite. He’s smirking, of course, that maddening, knowing smirk that’s always made my stomach flip. His hands are tucked in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed, and he’s barefoot. Barefoot. Like he owns the damn world and doesn’t have a single care in it.

“Igor.” My voice is steady, which is a small miracle considering my knees are threatening to buckle.

“Going somewhere?” he asks, his eyes glinting as he waves a hand.

The elevator doors slide shut behind me with a softding,leaving me stranded in this hallway with no escape.

Nowhere to go.

Nothing left to do but follow through.

I take a slow, deliberate breath and move toward him, my body betraying every logical thought screaming at me to turn around. Each step feels heavier than the last, my pulse thrumming with anticipation.

But the moment I see the heat flare in his eyes, every ounce of worry melts away.

“Are you coming, or not?” I challenge, brushing past him as I swing my hips just a little extra.

His scent—dark and woodsy, with a hint of something sharp—invades my senses, pulling me back to that afternoon six years ago. My lips itch to press against his stubbled jaw, to feel the rough scrape of it against my skin again.

“Oh, I’m coming,” he drawls, his voice a low rumble that makes my thighs clench. “But I wantyouto come first.”

I laugh, light and easy, ignoring the tiny voice in my head telling me to turn around before it’s too late. Before I fall back into the chaos that is Igor Sokolov.

The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in his suite.

“Do you want to go to the restaurant, or should we order room service?” he asks, his tone deceptively casual as he stalks closer.

I arch a brow, amused. “Oh, I’m not here to eat; I already had dinner. But I’m warning you, one word about the case, and I’m leaving.”

His lips twitch into something resembling a smile, but it’s too wicked, too dangerous to be sweet. “Straight to the point, I see.”

He steps closer, his towering frame drawing the air from the room. Heat radiates off him, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and run my hands over his chest.

“Maybe I want to court my girl first,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl as his eyes rake over me.

“I’m neither yours, nor a girl,” I say, but my voice lacks the conviction I wish it had.

Because we both know it’s a lie.

We might have spent six years apart, but tonight, the lines are blurring all over again. Whatever this is, it’s bigger than either of us.

He grips my waist, pulling me flush against him, and my body betrays me completely. My arms slide around his shoulders, my fingers brushing the nape of his neck, drawing us closer.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” I whisper, my voice breathless. “Or do you have a kinky fantasy you’d like to share?”

The heat in his eyes darkens as his lips curve into a sinful grin.

“Why don’t we start here?” My skin is ablaze. “We’ll take this to the bedroom later,” he says in a gravelly voice, then runs his lips over my jaw, kissing lightly every now and then as his fingers trace the delicate line of my neck.

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