Page 51 of Nemesync
“I’m not fucking jealous. I just don’t like the idea of her getting too close to that guy.”
I wasn’t jealous, I was fuming.
He chuckled, “Yeah that’s why you came here, uninvited. Plus, she’s doing great.”
My eyes remained fixed on her. “He fucking better keep his hands to himself before I cut them and give them to the dogs.”
“Come on, don’t be so serious. It’s all part of the plan. She knows what she’s doing.” Nikolai folded his arms, leaning against his chair, “I’ve never seen you like this with anyone. It’s like you’re so much more vibrant when she’s around.”
My jaw tensed, and I avoided his gaze, “I want to fucking destroy her, and then take her eyes out because I can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t just?—”
Nikolai cut me off with a chuckle, “You are still looking at her.”
I still was, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her.
I loved not being able to stop. I was jealous, amused, and so intrigued.
A few minutes later her gaze found mine and she just winked at me. A low chuckle escaped my throat, as I finished my glass.
Guess it’s time to reclaim my beautiful nemesis.
I approached them, my eyes bore into her gold ones, interrupting their conversation.
“Get up and follow me.”
This bastard just looked her with them fuck-me eyes, I wanted to stab them. He turned toward me, his face paling. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know she was with you,Dyavol.”
“Good. Now you know. So stay the fuck away from her.”
I grabbed Zanae’s arm, leading her to a quieter hallway away from everyone.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked, my tone dripping with desire as my eyes roamed over her beautiful face.
Freckles adorning those pretty cheeks.
She smirked, her voice dropping to a sweet whisper. “I am. Do you like it?”
“Seeing you use a man like this is exciting. But I can’t help feeling a little jealous that it’s not me you’re manipulating with your eyes. I thought you hated me, so why not punish me?”
She tilted her head, her lips curling into a seductive smile. “Do you want me to manipulate you, Elijah?”
My grip on her arm tightened, glancing at this pretty tattoo on the end of her neck.Breathtaking.
“You’re insane,Milaya.”
She chuckled; a deep, sultry sound that spoke directly to my soul. “That’s not an answer to my question. Do you want me to manipulate you?”
Our faces were inches apart, one deep breath and our lips would touch. One fucking step and I wouldn’t stop myself for taking her, right now, right here.
“Are you even able to do that?” I asked, my fingers tracing her arm. Such soft skin… So fragile, delicate,breakable.
She leaned in closer to me, brushing my jaw with her mouth before saying, “You know I can do way more than just manipulate you, Volkov. Keep threatening me, and you may find out,” she said, slipping the gun from my jacket into my hand.
She stole it, and I didn’t even notice.
She hypnotized me.
My smart Zanae.
