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I would have questioned her about what she knew but Sasha and Isabella walked in at that moment. My brother’s hand was casually wrapped around her. She must have taken a quick shower because her hair was wet. She wore a light-yellow summer string dress, her shoulders and arms on full display. The thought of her taking a shower anywhere in Sasha’s vicinity made me want to murder him.Did he touch her?
A red haze swam in my vision, and I had to inhale deeply to calm down. Unfortunately, her scent that radiated throughout the room entered my lungs, and instantly, I went from rage to having a rock-hard dick. She always smelled like this, the ocean mixed with tanning lotion. That scent uniquely hers was always enough to get me worked up and rock hard without any effort. She could just stand there and I’d jerk off with her scent in my nostrils.
Would she let me? Fuck, I wanted her to let me. The sad part was that I probably wouldn’t last long, knowing how she would feel underneath me.
Chapter Eight
Isabella
The lunch was tense, but I might have been the only one that felt that way. The oldest Nikolaev had me on the edge of my seat. He always rattled me in the most basic ways.
He leaned back against his chair, sipping his whiskey with his eyes on me, studying me. His gaze burned the side of my cheek as I worked to ignore him.
“So what are your plans, Isabella?” His deep, accented voice hit my lower belly. He rarely addressed me by my name. Except that one night. And now, he seemed to enjoy using it, taunting me with those memories. I loved the way my name sounded on his tongue, with that Russian accent.
Out of the three siblings, he was the one with the strongest accent, and I loved his voice the most. The words that man could utter between the sheets… it didn’t matter if they were in Russian or English, they were so excitingly filthy.
Sasha’s hand squeezed mine, and I raised my eyebrow. “Hmmm?”
“Vasili was wondering what your plans are,” he repeated his brother’s question.
Crap, I got so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I failed to answer him.
Vasili’s lip quirked, as if he knew what he did to me.He doesn’t know shit, I assured myself. My doting infatuation was long gone for Vasili. My body might have wanted him, but my heart didn’t.
Our eyes met and I shoved all my desires into a deep, dark corner. “I don’t have one,” I told him with a shrug. “But rest assured, if I do come up with one… you won’t know it.”
His chiseled jaw pressed tighter, a slight flicker of a jaw muscle but it was gone quickly. He brought his drink to his full, soft lips and he swallowed the ember liquid, causing shivers run down my spine. The image flashed in my mind of him between my thighs, and instantly desire flared all over again. I had a feeling he’d force me to watch him eat me out, his gaze locked on me to ensure I did as he commanded.Just like that night.
I watched the tanned skin of his throat move, as he swallowed another sip, and I swore my whole body was on fire. Even his throat was sexy.
“That’s okay,” he purred, his eyes burning. “I’d know what you were doing even before you did.”
I scoffed. “Well, old man. Maybe you should get a life if that’s the case.” I swore the sound of his molars grinding reached my ears. Satisfied I got to him, I continued. “You know, some would find that stalkerish behavior fit for an old, creepy dude.”
He grinned, but his eyes were cold, colors of pale glaciers. “I forgot. You like your men like Ryan Johnson, baby face pricks that sleep with every skirt willing to open their legs.”
I slowly felt years of anger bubbling and hissing inside me, boiling my blood. Before I realized what I was doing, I shot up, my chair falling with a loud thump behind me, but it didn’t register. I leaned forward and laid my palms flat on the table, glaring at him.
“That is not true,” I hissed, my face close to his. In the back of my mind, I recognized shocked gasps from Tatiana and Sasha, but I was too far gone. “You think you know something but you don’t. You are an asshole, Vasili. A selfish, sick rich prick that doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything, just himself. And you know what, old man?” I was yelling at this point. “I’d rather have a baby face prick than a fucking old man in my bed.”
“Whoa, whoa.” Tatiana and Sasha must have been shocked to see me so angry. It was like rage and hurt from Ryan and what Vasili had done to me five years ago boiled over and burst into a volcano. “Okay you two, let’s calm down,” Tatiana tried to calm the situation, but both of us ignored her, neither one of us willing to budge.
“How do you explain those pictures then?” Vasili’s smug smile was taunting and nothing would make me happier than to wipe that smile off his face. “Besides, isn’t he a bit too young for you?”
“He is my age,” I spat back.
“Exactly my point. A baby.”
“Well, what is that saying?” I was quick to get back at him. “Younger men, more stamina. It is something that an old man, such as yourself, cannot compete with.”
He chuckled, completely unperturbed. “Oh, my little girl. You shouldn’t play with wolves. It is you that couldn’t handle a man.”
I stiffened at his comment.
“Don’t worry your big head with what I can or cannot handle,” I snarled. I swore every little piece of hair on my body stood straight because of this man.
Leisurely, his eyes never wavering from mine, he brought his glass up to his lips. He was so close, I could smell his drink. I watched him take a sip, rich brown liquid on his lips, and my body leaned in, like a moth to a flame. I wanted to lick it off his lips, taste it. Taste him.
