Page 10 of Arranged Control
I’ll never be strong like my mother.
I’ll never be worthy of the Morozov name.
“You going to be okay?” Seamus asks softly, and I think that’s what finally breaks the spell.
The way he’s focusing onme.
All my life, I’ve done what’s right. I followed the rules. I played the game. I was rewarded in some ways, but in so many others I’ve been shoved aside and treated like nothing more than a pretty little doll.
Like a glittering jewel on a shelf.
Attractive and valuable. But not practical.
I might as well embrace it.
Without thinking too much, I pull off the big sweatshirt. Seamus stares at me, lips parting with mild surprise, as I toss it aside and stand in front of him.
Wearing only a black lacy bra, a pair of matching panties, and the pearls he gave me.
“Come inside,” I say before I can turn back.
He doesn’t move. “You’re emotional.”
“I definitely am.”
“You’re not thinking straight.”
“Probably not.”
His jaw works. He’s still not moving, but he’s staring at me with visible hunger. “I’m not a good person,” he says softly and slowly. “I don’t do the right thing.”
“Then you’re my type.” I step back into the apartment. “Come inside.”
Chapter 4
Alina
He follows me like I’m dragging a string tied around his waist. He shuts the door behind him with his foot, slamming it shut.
“You might regret this.”
“I already do.”
“But you’re not stopping.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Good, because I’m not either.”
He keeps following me. Step for step. Slowly and carefully. Staring at me the whole time, eyes roaming my body, making goosebumps shiver down my naked skin.
We reach the bedroom.
I stumble on the edge of the rug.
And Seamus surges forward like that one wrong move breaks the spell. His right hand sneaks around my hips and presses into mylower back, making me gasp with surprise as his other hand slips into my hair.
He grips hard.
