“Basta!” he swore in my ear, hot breath flushing my face. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
I kicked to flip us again, and we fumbled on the bed. For all his largeness, Alex was thoroughly swift, dodging or catching everything I threw at him.
“Stop it!”
“No!”
We ended up on our feet, standing a bit apart from each other, our clothes and hair messed up. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. We were both breathing hard.
“Stop dodging and fight.” It was a challenge. “If you come into my house to insult me, you should be ready to fight me as well.”
Alex closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “I did not come here to fight, I don’t need to start something with the Petrenkos, my family has enough on its plate already.”
I took steps towards him so that I could sneer in his face. “Then what did you come for? Huh?” In our tumbling, there’d been no weapon on him—no gun or knife.
Officially, my family and his weren’t enemies, but we also weren’t allies. Usually, we just ignored each other as best we could.
Still, there was no proof that I wouldn’t kill him. It was foolishness to have come without a weapon.
But a part of me trusted him slightly because of it. The same part of me that was still hot with the feeling of his hands on me…that firm grip.
He stared down at me. Eyes hot like liquid fire.
“I’m not a good man,” he said, taking a step to get closer to me. “I am the most dangerous person in this damned city. My attention is not a good thing for anyone.”
And? Whatever he wanted to say, he needed to say it fast enough because something I didn’t appreciate was happening to my body and mind.
He stared at me and drew me into the deep blue sea of his eyes. I couldn’t register much other than the heat that radiated off him, seeping into my skin through my sheer dress. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I mindlessly pressed in, savoring the sound he made when my breasts pressed against his chest.
Then he put his hands on my arms, his mouth only a breath from mine, and stepped aside, stealing away the heat I had been getting used to. Without another word, he walked toward my door, cast me back a look, and left.
My mind was in a puddle.
A very dangerous man, indeed.
Chapter 5 - Alessandro
It was hard not to bang my head on my desk, very hard.
Who cockblocks themselves?
The feeling of her breathing against my chest, her full tits pressed into me soft as a feather pillow, was still strong. If I closed my eyes, I could see the heat in those icy eyes, the lust. I could see the challenge, do it.
I groaned to myself and threw the thoughts out. Leaving wasn’t wrong. It had been the right thing to do. She might be from a brutal family, the Petrenkos didn’t get so high up by being fucking peace-loving angels, but it didn’t mean she deserved to be dragged into the dangerous mess that was my family.
I knew everything about everybody worth knowing in this city, and how the Petrenkos preferred to conduct their business was child’s play to how we did it. They preferred persuasion, but the Sorvinos were more into coercion.
We got things done faster and more efficiently, in my opinion.
The only downside was the danger, and even though I’d never bothered curbing my desires, never resisted any tempting offer, I couldn’t bring myself to throw Katya into this mess.
I just couldn’t, and the reason for it wasn’t worth my time. I didn’t need to know why.
I settled into my office, reminding myself to regain my fucking senses back, when my door was kicked open.
“One day, that door will be locked, and your fucking toes will break,” I said without bothering to look up, sifting through the reports on my desk.
“I’ve broken my toes before, it’s nothing. I’ve got something worse for you.” He threw a file on my desk and headed straight for the minifridge in the corner. It always had beer, even though I wasn’t a fan.