Page 36 of Cruel Russian Monster
The tears pricked at my eyes.
“I’m more than bored, Jaro…I’m lonely.”
A flicker of guilt crossed his face before he masked it.
“I don’t want to deny you your freedom, Vera. Not after I promised you'd have it. It’s just…” He sighed, closing his eyes briefly before meeting my gaze again. “We haven’t announced our marriage yet. And if your brothers saw you in the city…”
He trailed off, but I knew what he meant.
If my brothers saw me in the city, they’d demand answers about why I hadn’t come home. And even if I brushed them off, they’d still expect me back by nightfall. If I didn’t show up, all hell would break loose.
“Would it help if we had breakfast together?” he offered. “And maybe dinner, and after dinner we could watch a movie or something?”
It wasn’t a permanent solution, but he was trying, and he was right.
I smiled up at him. “You mean like Netflix and chill?”
“Are you opposed to Netflix and chill?”
“That depends,” I whispered, voice teasing.
Jaroslav’s hand moved from my face, slipping slowly down the curve of my body. One hand settled at the small ofmy back, the thumb of the other just below my right breast, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin there.
My breath hitched.
He wasn't playing fair, and he knew it. A part of me wanted to turn and run, but the other part that loved this man three years ago? She wanted to stay; she wanted to feel his touch again after craving it for so long.
I pressed my hands against his chest to steady myself, but then I realized that touching him like that made it ten times worse.
“Depends on what?” he asked.
I saw the lust in his eyes, and my heart rate spiked, and under my hands, so did his.
“On the other person’s definition of Netflix and chill.”
I closed my eyes, biting back a moan as his fingers grazed the swell of my breast. He pulled me closer, and his erection pressed against me.
A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
“What do you want it to mean?” he growled with such intense sensuality that my eyes flew open.
Looking at him, I knew that if Jaroslav wanted to take me right here, right now, I wouldn't protest.
“Anything you want it to be…” my voice trailed off.
Jaroslav leaned in, and I inched closer, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
“Are you willing to do what I want?” he murmured close to my lips.
“Yes,” I purred.
Just before our lips met, the sudden crash of books tumbling from the next aisle shattered the moment.
We both jerked apart, breath caught between what almost was and a past that we shared.
But what almost happened served as a reminder that I couldn’t let my guard down around Jaroslav. He was the enemy. What if he was just baiting me and I fell for it?
I needed to stay focused for the sake of my family.
