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With that, she gracefully pulled away, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, breathing heavily, grinning and stunned by her attitude.
No one talks to me like that.
She’s just too confident and is certain I wouldn’t hurt her.
And at the end of the day, she may be right.
16
ELIJAH
We stepped out into the cool night air, and walked towards the parking lot. Music was still blasting inside, people getting drunk on expensive champagne and whiskey. The underground world was having a wild night.
“That was some Oscar-deserving acting. You had Naevio eating out of your hand.” Nikolai said, expressing his satisfaction with her success.
She did well. Not the Lebanese’s most dangerous secret weapon for nothing.
My sweet Zanae grinned, she was proud of herself, I could see it, proud that someone acknowledged her skills rather than her success.
“It’s not every day I get to play with men. It’s so easy with them.”
He chuckled, satisfied with the outcome of our first mission together, “You did good, Little Z. Let’s not forget the man of the hour.”
He turned to me. I know this fucking smile on his lips, he’s going to provoke the shit out of me. “Elijah, you looked likeyou were ready to break Naevio’s neck when he touched Zanae’s hair.”
I wanted to eat his heart out.
“I was just keeping an eye on the mission,” I lied.
Niko laughed heartily, “Sure, sure the mission where you weren’t even supposed to be there in the first place. I haven’t seen him this worked up in ages. Please do it again, Zanae.”
Zanae raised an eyebrow, looking at me, “Oh, really? I guess I’m just too irresistible for my own good. You know what they say, between hate and love there’s only one step.”
“You want me to take that step,Milaya?” I asked, turning toward her.
A pause. Her lips parted, but no word came out of it.
No. That’s what I thought.
Her cheeks reddened, and I pictured the kind of red her skin would turn to when she’s slapped, smacked, and sucked everywhere.
The vivid one that pulsates with life.
A fucking burning red, the kind that attracts my demons.
I smiled proudly at the effect I had on her and looked at her walk-in front of me. Her hips swang, dark hair cascading on her back. Moving with the grace of a shadowy feline.
Sensual, hypnotic,dangerous.
I was so stupid thinking I could survive being that close to the fruit of my own obsession for years and not be able to touch her.
I fucked up and I think it’s too late to do anything else.
I’m engulfed in her, immersed in her, and I want nothing more than to see her consumed by me, to possess every part of her, to make her as obsessed with me as I am with her.
If I’m going down this path, she damn well better be descending into the same fucking madness.
We took the same car, because that idiot of Nikolai, didn’t want to go home with his bodyguards. And we needed to brief everything she had learned with Naevio.
