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Dolinsky smiled. “You are his weakness, and you will be his downfall.”
“No doubt,” I murmured, a shot of fear running through me. “When?”
“Soon.”
“When the time comes, I want to be the one who pulls the trigger,” I stated, staring into his brown eyes. I needed him to promise me, and though he was a criminal, he was strangely a man of his word, a man who had his own code of honor.
“I would love to see that. Yes,moya krasotka. You will pull the trigger.”
Chapter 47
I sat at the vanity in the guest room of Dolinsky’s penthouse, trying to lock my nerves away. They had no place here. Running a brush through my sleek auburn waves, I stared at my reflection. The fluttering beat of my pulse at my neck betrayed me. The black negligee I wore was made of French lace, expensive, classy, and perfumed with lavender.
Setting the brush aside, I adjusted the straps of the lingerie, tightening them ever so slightly so my breasts didn’t spill from the top. A hand swept the hair off my neck and remained there. I looked in the mirror and met Dolinsky’s warm brown eyes.
“You’re afraid,” he stated.
“A bit,” I admitted.
“It’s to be expected,” he said soothingly.
He placed a kiss on my bare shoulder, trying to reassure me. Dolinsky held out his hand and helped me from my chair. I let him lead me down the hall until he stopped at his bedroom door. “If we go in, there’s no turning back.”
“I know.”
Pushing open the door, he gestured for me to enter. His bed was king-sized, elegant with black covers. The walls were robin-egg blue. Soft. Welcoming. Strange.
As I took in the wood furniture and thought about what was about to happen, Dolinsky went to the bedside table where a bottle of vodka and two glasses rested. He poured two shots and brought one to me, holding the other in his hand.
“It will steady your nerves,” he said.
Nodding, I put the glass to my lips and took a sip. My hand shook, so I threw it back quickly, hoping I went numb. Dolinsky watched me with banked desire in his eyes, but he kept his hands to himself.
“Another?” he asked. I shook my head. He took the glass from me and set it aside along with his now empty glass. He came back to me and placed his hands on my hips, bringing me toward his body.
He trailed a finger down the lace negligee and sighed. It was a tortured sound. “I hate that I have to do this.”
I lifted my arms up to wrap around his neck. “I know.”
“Are you ready?”
“No.”
He didn’t smile. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?”
Dolinsky pressed a kiss to my jaw. “A gift. Every day. For a year.”
“Will you buy me a pony?” I teased.
“Da.”
“A castle?”
“Da.”
“A dynasty?”
