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Once again pointing a finger in his direction, I warned, “Don’t you touch me!” His mouth twisted in a grin. “We are long past that being an option, my malen'kiy padshiy angel.”
I narrowed my gaze. “What does malen'kiy padshiy angel mean?” I asked, sounding it out phonetically. Reaching down, Damien pinched the hem of my dress between his finger and thumb. He pulled on the pink velvet. “It means my little fallen angel.”
Damien leaned in close, his lips caressing my ear as he whispered in a low soothing voice, “Shhh… malyshka. I won’t hurt you. Not if you give me what I want.”