Page 81 of His Hell Girl

I watch, hypnotized, as she submerges herself until her hair is drenched in blood, the light-blonde becoming a pinkish red.

Coming up for air, she raises an eyebrow at me as she wades through the water to reach my side. Her entire face is now reddish, not unlike mine, and I feel the urge to grab her and bring her to me.

Simply devour her.

But first I need to see how mad she is at me.

"Sisi," I start, but she places her finger on my lips, coming to my side and nuzzling my throat, her nose moving up and down on the surface of my neck in a soft caress. I still, not knowing how to react.

"You've been naughty," she whispers in my ear, her teeth catching the lobe as she nibbles at my skin.

"Fuck, Sisi," I groan, "you can't go around saying things like that. Especially looking likethat," I tell her, my voice strained.

"Like what?" she asks, leaning back to bat those pretty lashes at me, her eyes twinkling with hidden meaning and mischief.

The minx.

I snake my arm around her waist, bringing her flush against me. In two steps, I have her against the wall of the pool, her legs open as she wraps them around me, her pussy rubbing against my cock.

"You know very well, my little seductress," I tell her, my fingers digging into her cheeks as I raise her head to look me in the eye. "You're the epitome of sin." My breath on her lips, I trail my hand down her neck, collarbones, before brushing the tips of my fingers over her nipple.

She gasps, a quick intake of breath as her eyes turn to me.

"How did you get in here, Sisi?" I lean in until we're mere breaths apart. She doesn't look away, holding my gaze defiantly.

"Through the door." She shrugs, a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Sisi." I raise an eyebrow. "That particular door is password protected," I say.

"And whose fault is it," she starts, coming even closer, her tongue peeking out and brushing over my lips as she skirts by my cheek to whisper in my ear, "that the password is my birthday?"

I can hear the amusement in her voice, and my own lips twitch up.

"Hmm, my bad," I drawl, bringing her back to face me, my thumb under her chin. "But how did youfindthe door? Only Maxim and I know about it."

"Your friend Maxim can be very talkative for the right incentive," she continues, trailing her nails over my chest.

Her touch is making me lose my mind, especially when I need to keep my head in the game. A breach of security is a breach of security, no matter who the intruder is. And since Maxim can barely speak a word of English, I'm even more curious how she got the information.

"What did you do, Sisi?" I ask, a grave expression on my face. Inside, though, I'm almost overflowing with pride.

She's one of a kind.

"I just detailed some procedure from an anatomy textbook." She smiles sheepishly. "You've corrupted me," she says seductively, her fingers splayed over my chest. And to show me just how much of a minx she is, she raises herself on her tip-toes to place a kiss onto my lips. "On mne mnoga skazal. Vse tvai secreti,"she whispers cheekily, my eyes widening at her words.

"Sisi!" I groan, closing my eyes, my ears basking in the sound of Russian on her lips.

"I learned. A little," she blushes slightly.

"For me?" I ask, incredibly surprised. I'd have never thought she would have made such an effort for me.

She nods. "I wanted to be able to tell you I love you in your language too, among other things," she continues, and my lips widen in a smile.

Knowing Sisi, among other things means she doesn't want to be kept out of the loop, her inherent curiosity unquenchable.

"And?" I prompt her, dying to hear the words.

She bats her eyelashes at me, licking her lips suggestively before saying."I might tell you. After you tell me what this is all about." She motions to the blood room. Pursing her lips at me, she awaits an answer.

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