Page 25 of Wicked Savage

Shit, what if he does? What if Konstantin doesn’t approve and decides to kill Cillian for it?

Then again, he allowed me to come here. It’s not like he expected me to just watch and take notes.

Doesn’t matter, though. I can’t see Cillian again. How would that work? Have him over for family dinners?

Hey, let me introduce you to my family. Surprise, we’re in the Russian Mob! We like loud parties, alcohol, and good food. We’re also fiercely loyal and will kill you if you’re not. I can really see this relationship going somewhere, can’t you?

Yeah, right. Whoever I end up with will be in the Mafia. Konstantin could even decide to arrange a marriage for me, and I’d have no choice in the matter.

“What are you thinking about?” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and instead of pushing him away, I hold on tighter.

I can’t seem to get you out of my system either.

He’s like a tasty snack you can’t stop eating.

“You’ll have to,” I whisper, stroking his back.

“What?” He looks down at me.

“You’ll have to get me out of your system. This was a one-time thing.”

He chuckles, low and gravelly, and it only makes it harder to escape this bed.

“So you give a man your virtue, then leave him with a broken heart?” A showstopping grin makes a slight dimple appear on his right cheek. “That seems unfair, a ghra.”

Really? He has to have a dimple? Those are my kryptonite. A dirty-talking, dimple-wearing gorgeous man takes my virginity and I can’t see him again? How is that even fair?

“I wasn’t that attached to my virtue.” I pop a brow. “And I’m sure a woman or three will heal your poor little heart right up.”

“Unless you’re that woman, that’s not possible.”

My heart skips a beat. Naïve, stupid heart. I’m sure he says that to all the girls he screws.

“Such a smooth talker. You almost have me convinced.”

His jaw clenches. “I want to see you again.”

“What?” There’s no way I can do that. “When?”

Oh my God, shut up! Stop talking before you get this dude killed.

“I don’t know. We can figure it out after you give me your number.”

“We don’t even have our phones.”

His wry laughter fills the room. He cups my cheek, his eyes sinking into mine like they’re trying to find something they’ve lost. “We have napkins, and I have a pen in my pocket.”

Crap! Don’t do it.

“Okay.”

You definitely can’t be trusted around men, because then you do dumb shit like this.

“Where do you live?” I wonder.

Maybe he’s too far and this won’t ever work out. I’m absolutely not doing a long-distance anything.

“I’m in Jersey,” I elaborate.

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