It might be dark, but she wanted him to take her under…
Alexa knows loving a member of the Bratva—the Russian Mafia—is dangerous. But what she feels for Yvgeny goes against all common sense. She knows the one drunken night they shared was it, but still she wants to flirt with danger—she wants to be with him.
Yvgeny knows all too well love is not in the cards for him. The life he leads is too violent, and taking Alexa as his would mean she’s constantly put in danger.
But he wants her, God, he wants her.
When Alexa is compromised, Yvgeny doesn’t think twice about drawing blood and taking lives to avenge her. It’s then he knows keeping her at a distance was wrong. Now he’ll show her what it means to be his, and that he isn’t the worst mistake she’ll ever make.
Alexa saw something shift on Yvgeny’s face. It looked primal, intense.
He looked just like he had when they’d been together all that time ago.
Her body heated instantly, became ready for him … primed.
Alexa’s hand was on his chest, and she felt how tense he was. She glanced down, could see this thickly corded neck, the tattoos that were just visible under the collar of his shirt. He turned her on like no other. And she knew her love for him would destroy her.
He pulled her inside his office, shut and locked the door, and for a second they just stared at each other. He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon, and flashes of their time together went through her mind. She was ready for him, wanted him like a fiend, and she just wanted to forget about everything and anything except right now.
“Want to explain to me what happened back there?” Although she wanted to think he was jealous, that he didn’t want anyone touching her, she also wasn’t going to be delusional. She wasn’t going to pretend there was something more between them than there was, no matter how she “thought” he looked at her at times.
He was protective toward her, but then again he was with all women. Just because he kept her close, made sure she was taken care of, didn’t mean he felt anything more than that.
No, I see the way he watches me, the fact he isn’t as close with the other women. That has to mean something more, right?
“I’d never hurt you, Alexa, you know that, right?”
She smoothed her hands over her thighs, listening to the thickness in his voice. He wasn’t looking at her, but even though he wasn’t, his huge body and his aura made her feel like he was.
“I know,” she whispered.
He looked at her then. “And I would never let anyone hurt you,” he said, harder this time. He took a step closer. His eyes were glossy, and she knew he’d been drinking for a few hours. But his speech was clear, his movements precise. “If anyone thought of touching you, thought they could have you…” He shook his head slowly and stared right in her eyes. “I’d make them wish they hadn’t, Alexa. I’d make them beg me to show mercy.”
She swallowed. “Yvgeny…” she whispered, not sure what to say. She knew she had wide eyes. This seemed surreal, and the heat and electricity bouncing between them had beads of sweat forming along her body.
He took a step closer to her. “I’d kill anyone that thought they could touch you, could take you from me.” He looked at her mouth, and she wanted him to kiss her so damn badly. “I have been a fool for staying away, for trying to pretend what we shared that night was nothing more.” He looked at her eyes again. “It meant a hell of a lot, Alexa.”
She felt her breathing shift to something deeper, faster.
“You’re drunk?” She meant to say it like a statement, not a question.
He took a step closer, shaking his head. “I know what I want.”
“I…” God, what could she say?
“I want you.”
“Do I frighten you?”
She didn’t answer right away, but finally shook her head. “No. But why now?” She moved backward until she felt his glass and chrome desk stop her retreat. “Why after all this time, Yvgeny?”
He didn’t answer right away, but he did walk closer to her.
“I was a fool, Alexa,” he said and looked down at her lips. She licked them involuntarily. “You’re all I want.” He stopped when he was only a foot from her. Alexa braced her hands on the cold, hard, and unforgiving desk behind her, and held her breath. “You’re all I’ll ever want.”