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Mariya Koslov – the only woman alive with the power to drive me fucking crazy.
Instead of answering me, she narrows her eyes. “Why aren’t we friends?” The way her words slur tells me she’s drunk as fuck. My eyebrow lifts. “Because you drew a line between us.” “I did?” Confusion mars her forehead as she leans closer to me, resting her shoulder against the couch. “So it’s not because you don’t like me?” Baby, like is the understatement of the fucking century. You have no idea what you do to me.
Drunkenly she slumps against me, trying to give me a mischievous grin. “Whoever you have your sights on can go fuck herself. You’re marrying me.” I wrap an arm around Mariya to keep her locked to my side, then murmur, “Whatever you want, mia regina.”
“Did we have sex?” I ask. “No.” My eyes lift to his. “How do you know?” “We were both dressed when I woke up,” he replies, then his eyes burn on mine. “Plus, you’d definitely still feel me inside you after I’ve fucked you.”
“I prefer sleeping on my left side,” I mutter. “Then turn around.” “No. Swap places with me.” “No.” I glance over my shoulder at Luca, who looks relaxed with his right arm tucked behind his head. He lets out a sigh. “I sleep between you and the door.” “Why? You think I’ll try to make a run for it?” He turns his head to look at me. “If we’re attacked, it will be easier to protect you.”
Feeling unnerved, I say, “You should get some rest.” Luca shakes his head, takes hold of my hand, and tugs me closer. “Straddle me.” My eyebrow darts up. “What?” His hands find my hips, and then I’m yanked onto his lap and forced to straddle him. Shocked, my eyes meet his blazing ones, then he asks, “Why did you react so strongly to me getting shot?”
I push her onto her stomach and kiss and lick my way all the way up from her ass to her right shoulder, where the words Daddy’s Girl are tattooed in cursive letters. Her daddy has no idea what I’m about to do to his daughter.
