And we’ll never have to worry about them again.
“It’s unexpected, I’ll admit that.” He lifts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look into his eyes. “It’s clever.” He leans in. “It’s why I can’t lose you,Lisichka.”
Oh, why did he have to saythat? My eyelids flutter when he thumbs my lower lip. It’s invasive. It’s dangerous. And it’s all I want to feel right now.
But I can’t. My mouth parts slightly. He rests his thumb over my lips like he’s waiting for my permission.My ideas always benefit his Bratva. My tongue pokes out to meet the tip of his thumb.I shouldn’t. I can’t.He’s just twisting the knife deeper.
He’s closing the distance between us. I have to act fast. Do I want to give in to this right now?
Do I even have a choice?
You always have a choice.
My gaze hardens when I look into his eyes.It’s why I can’t lose you.I can’t let him see how that makes me feel. I can’t show him the depth of the wound. There’s no point. It won’t change anything.
I’m still going to leave when this is over.
I take his wrist and draw his fingers away from my mouth.
We have so little time left together.
I cup his face, watching his pupils blow out as I sweep my thumb over his cheek. His nostrils flare, and his chest heaves. He seems like he’s straining to control himself.
I can say the same for myself.
I lick my lips slowly.Why not savor it while we can?
I close the distance between us. My lips clasp over his, fitting like a missing puzzle piece. He grabs my hips and yanks me into his lap, fingers clawing desperately at the zipper of my jeans. He snaps them open while I tug on the buttons of his shirt.
This is madness. Glorious,wonderfulmadness.
As much as I want to resist him, I can’t. Every glance from him has made it difficult to deny my feelings. Not because I find him attractive. Not because he’s irresistibly sexy.
But because he’s sad.
And I can’tstandseeing him so sad.
I ache when he appears anything less than content. Regardless of my anger—of how much I can’t bear watching him walk a path of darkness—I can’t let him go on suffering like this.
Ican’t go on suffering like this.
His fingers press the front of my panties. I moan into his mouth as I pluck his shirt from the waistband of his pants. My hands dive beneath the fabric and trace his muscles.
This is what I’ve been wanting for days. Even with our separation on the horizon, my body yearns for him to comfort me in every way possible. His fingers, his mouth, and his body will liberate me from the prison my mind has become.
Even if it’s just for thirty minutes.
He hoists me into the air and carries me to the bed. I gasp when he drops me on the mattress and nestles between my legs, shucking his pants fluidly to the ground. He tears his shirt off next as I follow his lead and strip.
Desperation inspires me to sit up and grab his shoulders. I yank him onto the mattress and slide into his lap, pressing my wet pussy to his cock. He hisses and grabs a chunk of my hair, forcing me to stay still.
His mouth skates lightly over my lips. “This is why I can’t lose you either.”
My heart pulses as he steals the breath from my lungs with his kiss. It’s as dreadful as it is relieving. I’m on edge, fighting the urge to run—and battling the desire to stay.
Because I think I feel the same way.
Get it together, Liya. But resistance gives way when he tugs on my hair, exposing my throat for him to sample. I groan when he nips my flesh.