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Roan Sinclair — blond and blue-eyed, with a smile that undoubtedly got him whatever he wanted. A little ray of sunshine if I ever saw one.
If he wasn’t a fucking kidnapper, I would have said he was hot. Lie. He was hot, even if he was a kidnapper. But he lost major points for being a criminal.
Fuck me… The curiosity to taste him hit me out of nowhere. I was fixated on his mouth, momentarily lost in wondering what it would look like after being kissed mercilessly. Just like his creamy skin, I was sure his lips would turn a darker shade of pink, showing the marking for hours, if not days, later.
Tall, dark, and murdery were not admirable traits. He wasn’t even nice. Nice to look at, but not a nice person.
It was hot. And terrifying. Mostly hot. No, terrifying. Crazy, Russian criminals were terrifying, Roan. But also really fucking hot. It took him a couple seconds to realize I was awake. “What the fuck are you looking at?” he snapped. A Russian god sent to torment me? Literally. Knowing that was definitely not the right answer, I swallowed any thought of a reply and kept my mouth shut.
Somehow he crawled inside my head and refused to leave, tormenting me with images as blinding as the sun — the way he ran a hand through his hair, the definition in his arms, his fucking smile.
No one had ever looked at me like that, like the sun rose and fucking set with me.
“I know whenever you get close to me, you can’t keep your hands off of me. I bet you’re hard right now.”
“You can’t help who you love any more than you can help how tall you are or what color your skin is. It’s not a fucking choice, it just is
I wasn’t kissing him so much as being kissed, with anger and need and desperation. The hand on my throat slipped around to the back, threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head.
“Don’t do that.” “Do what? Ask about your tattoos or this?” He grazed his fingertips along my ribs again. Jerking away, I sliced a warning glare at him. “Are you ticklish?” His eyes lit up with a mischievous spark. “I will break your fucking hand if you touch me like that again. Understood?”
Straddling my lap, he held my face between his hands and kissed me, angrily. It was the best sort of punishment I’d ever had in the thirty-five years of my bleak existence and the last thing I expected.
If it was what he wanted, I’d give it to him. I’d give him anything.
Roan was the first good thing in my life and I wasn’t going to give him up.
Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes, keeping my hands on either side of his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.”
The sparkle was back in his eyes, my little sun once more. Hopefully the storm clouds were gone for good.
“So you’re kidnapping me again?” He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Think of it as… sleepover.” “You’re not funny,” I huffed, slinking down in my seat and crossing my arms.
“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?” I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying. “From now on, you are mine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”
The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.
“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”
Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network
Against all odds, I loved this kid. I loved his smart mouth, his reckless bravery, and the way he made me fucking ache to touch him, to just be near him. It was crazy, but for once I saw something in my future beyond pain and death — life. Because of him. For me, Roan was the sun, the center of my universe, the thing that gave me life. Without it, without him, I’d surely wither away and die.
As long as I drew breath, he was mine, and I was his.
