Page 64 of Toxic Attraction
"Not God." He reminds me again as his hand slides between us, finds my clit, circles it with brutal efficiency. "Me. Say my name."
"Lev—"
"Again."
"Lev, please, I'm going to—"
"Come for me." He thrusts harder, fingers working my clit faster. "Right fucking now. Let me feel it."
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard I see stars. My whole body goes rigid, clenching around him, and I'm screaming his name against his shoulder while he fucks me through it.
"That's it. That's my good girl. Taking my cock so perfectly. Coming so hard for me." He's still moving, chasing his own release."Moya. Ty moya,Valerie."
He comes with a Russian curse, slamming into me one final time and going still. I feel him pulse inside me, feel the heat even through the condom he somehow remembered to put on.
We stay like that for a moment. Both gasping. Both trembling. Still connected.
Then he carefully lowers my legs and pulls out.
I expect him to let me go. To send me back to my room like last time.
Instead, he picks me up.
Actually lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing, carries me across the room, and lays me down on his bed.
"Stay." He strips off his shirt, kicks off his pants, deals with the condom. "Tonight you stay here."
"Lev, I should—"
"Stay." His voice leaves no room for argument. "I'm not done with you yet."
He climbs into bed beside me, pulls me against his chest, and wraps his arms around me like he's claiming territory.
And I let him.
Because even though my brother is being tortured, even though I have a deadline ticking down, even though I should be planning or escaping or doing literally anything productive—
All I want is to stay right here.
In the arms of a monster who's become my addiction.
We lie there in the dark. His breath warm against my neck. His hand stroking my hair. His body solid and real against mine.
"Whatever you're afraid of," he murmurs into the darkness, "I'll protect you from it. You're mine now. That means you're under my protection."
The words should comfort me.
They break me instead.
Because he can't protect me from this. Can't save Ethan without dying himself. Can't fix the impossible choice I'm facing.
And lying here in his arms, feeling safe for the first time in weeks, I realize the truth.
I am really in trouble.
Can't kill this man. Can't orphan Mila. Can't destroy this fragile, twisted thing between us.
