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VUKAN
FIRST SIP OF FOREVER
Then she closes her mouth again, frowning into her cup. Her lips give her away. They aren’t moving at all. That’s so unlike her.
“I’m fine,” she says finally. But she’s not. She’s torn between the past she can’t leave and the future she wants.
I lean back in my chair, fighting the urge to yank that cup out of her hands to force her to look at me.
She sits across from me, a vision in Prada, sipping her drink like she doesn't know the desire burning in me is killing me. I rest my sunglasses in the collar of my black button-down, with my sleeves rolled up. Casual, calculated, not smiling, but close enough.
She clutches her cup as if it can protect her.
But nothing will protect her from me. Nothing will. I’m a man who takes what’s his and she is mine.
“You’re a terrible liar, Princeza,” I murmur, letting the roughness bleed into my voice.
The softness around her mouth falters. Good. I want her, bareback, and on all fours. I want to enter her slick folds because I know she’s dripping for me, even now. And this isn’t the time to try to bluff her past the issue, namely, me.
She huffs, but it’s barely a protest.
“You’re not exactly easy on the nerves,” she mutters, almost shy.
I stretch my legs out under the table until my boot slides against hers, my touch deliberate and steady. A touch meant to let her know I’m here and that I’m not going anywhere.
Her eyes snap up, catching mine. She’s beautiful.
“If I make you nervous,” I say, my voice dipping low enough to make her shiver, “you should stay closer.”
Close enough to feel how hard I am just thinking about pressing her up against the wall. Of claiming her lips, but this time, not stopping.
She arches a brow—and I nearly groan.
“Closer to the danger?” she teases. She’s all fire and shows no fear in the face of danger, but when it comes to me, she’s petrified.
I lean back, dragging my gaze over her, slowly and unrepentant.
“No,” I growl. “Closer to the man who would burn cities for you.”
Her breath hitches. A flicker of heat crosses her lovely face as she blushes because I hit a nerve. And all I can think about is how she’d taste if I kissed her right now. How she'd whimper when I finally gave her everything she didn’t even know she was asking for.
“You’re impossible,” she says, gripping her coffee drink tighter like it’s the only thing holding her together. And perhaps it is.
“You’ll get used to it,” I say. But my hands curl into fists under the table, because what I want—what I need—is her getting used to the feel of my hands on her skin, my mouth on her throat, and my name on her tongue and my cock in her sweet pussy.
The sunlight catches in her hair, and the world narrows to nothing but her.
I’ve memorized the faint flush on her cheeks and the soft curve of her mouth as the tension snaps between us like a live wire.
I clear my throat, forcing myself to breathe, and pretend I’m not a second away from ruining everything we’re pretending to build.
“What?” she asks, spinning her cup between her fingers, unaware she's tearing me apart without even trying.
“Nothing,” I say, the biggest lie I’ve ever told.
She narrows her eyes, not buying it for a second. “Bullshit.”
