I don’t know.
When I keep quiet, he says, “It’s a good thing you don’t know, Little Rose. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle the truth.”
What does that mean?
As if Viktor can read my mind, he shakes his head. “It’s better if your memory of your family isn’t tainted. You need something good to hold onto.”
There he goes again, making it look like he cares about me.
“You exhaust me, Viktor.”
He freezes, his eyes burning into mine. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name.” A pleased look curves the corner of his mouth into a hot as hell grin, then he orders, “Say it again.”
Shaking my head, I scoot off the chair.
Before I can dart in the direction of the stairs, Viktor moves in front of me, giving me a look of warning. “Stop running.”
I’ll never stop.
I raise my chin to look up at him, wanting to seem stronger than I feel.
Viktor lifts his right hand to my cheek, and his touch makes tingles explode beneath my skin. It feels like every cell in my body is going off like fireworks.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
When I take a step back, I bump into the island. Viktor moves closer until our chests touch, and his manly scent engulfs me.
Oh, God.
His voice is so low and deep, it sends goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t what?”
I turn my head away and stare at the fridge. “You know.”
When he leans down, I quickly shut my eyes, but that’s a bad idea because now I feel every movement he makes, and his breath skimming over my jaw and ear has my sensitive skin tingling like crazy.
His hand grips my hip. “Don’t touch you?”
I swallow hard on the intense attraction making my abdomen tighten while heat flushes between my legs.
This isn’t right.
“You smell mouthwatering, Little Rose.” His lips brush against my throat, and a strangled moan escapes me.
He said similar words to me right before they killed Uncle Ricco.
Shoving against his chest, I dart to the side and run for the stairs.
My heart is beating out of control, and overwhelming shame pours through my veins like hot lava.
Whenever I’m attracted to Viktor, I feel like I’m dishonoring my family.
This is too hard. I can’t deal with these conflicting emotions.
Hiding in my bedroom, I remind myself of everything Viktor has done and who he is.
I force whatever feelings I have for him into a box of shameful thoughts, hoping to God I’m strong enough to keep it sealed shut because I can’t fall in love with him.
Chapter 14