CHAPTER 6

LELLA

It was deep, possessive, and hungry. A kiss that tasted like a beginning and an ending all at once. My sanity frayed as he kissed me back, his weight settling over me, grounding me in a way I had never felt before.

A rage of heat dropped to my core and I needed more.

I touched his face, ran a hand across his cheek and into his hair and pulled his lips harder against mine. The graze of his teeth made a desperate noise down my throat. I thought he might step away, conflicted and with my heavy breath between us, but he drew on my lips sweetly, first the top lip, and then the bottom.

Every inch of me vibrated beneath the surface, hummed, and inflamed whenever my body touched his. I rolled my hips and arched closer against him, feeling incredible heat beyond our wet clothes, and then I licked the inside of his mouth. Like a reflex, he sucked on my tongue. Heat, tiny pricks of heat, consumed me from the inside out.

I gave in to the urge to slide my tongue across the scar on his lower lip. The lick saturated the air like some kind of dirty, carnal sin.

With a dark look, he closed the small distance, and I was lost. Any reservation in him melted with every press and dip, every touch of our lips.

Each kiss was harder and wetter than I had experienced from anyone.

A blaze seared through me as I drew my blunt nails down the length of his back. He growled low in his throat, and the slow glide of his mouth roughened. When his lips moved to my throat, my head fell against the mattress with a moan. He pressed his hard-on against my lower stomach as his hands remained braced on my sides. Hot and wet. He kissed a path down my neck that set off sparks deep in my core.

My vision turned hazy, a heavy heartbeat pounding between my legs. I was a combustible ball of fire burning hotter every second.

He dragged his lips past my collarbone and nipped the soft flesh above my bodice. My nipples tightened at the closeness and warmth of his mouth. I was losing my mind and I would do anything for him to tug my dress down, bare my breasts, and put his mouth on them.

My hands were all over him. His face, his hair, now sliding up inside his shirt to feel his stomach, which was as tight as it looked. He pressed his thigh between mine as if he knew what I needed. Right against my clit.

I panted, a wave of pleasure sliding down my spine when I rocked against it, already feeling the budding pressure of release. I moaned into his mouth and rocked against his leg, needing more friction. I can feel the empty pressure between my thighs as he presses his leg harder against me.

I put my face into his neck, biting down when the orgasm whipped through me, a sweltering inferno that knocked the breath from my lungs. In its aftermath, I shivered against him.

He finally touched me, fisting my hair and pulling my head back to look at me. My head fell to rest against the pillow. Maybe I should be embarrassed by how easily and ridiculously fast he brought me to release.

Instead, I felt nothing but his body heat, how incredibly hard he was against me, and an overwhelming tingling in my veins.

He stared at me and something violent swept away the lust in his eyes.

He pushed himself up and off of me, leaving me cold while I struggled to catch my breath.

"Take a cold shower and leave, Lella. NOW!”

I flinched when he raised his voice, causing me to wake up from my sanity. I jolted off the bed when he slammed the door shut.

I touched myself down there and cursed at the thought that I just had an orgasm.

What the f*ck did I just do?!

*****

I groaned and rolled off my bed, frustrated that I stayed up all night thinking the most embarrassing thing happened in my entire life. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom heat of Viktor’s body and the way he had looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

It can't get out of my mind and I think I'm going to bury it with me until I die.

Jesus Christ, Lella!

​I was humiliated. Not just by the slap or the pool, but by how easily I had crumbled into the arms of a man who belonged to the very family that had destroyed me.

I just want to disappear.

Why did I do that to my ex's uncle? Am I attracted to him? Because he's hot? Or because of that goddamn whiskey. Wait, was I drugged?

I instantly sat up on my bed. “That alcohol have drugs?”

Why was Sofia holding a whiskey with drugs in it? Why does she have hard liquor? She said there's– God! What a family of liars! Is she trying to drug me?! That drink was supposed to be for me, right? Or not?

​A thunderous pounding at my door made my heart leap into my throat. I slowly get off my bed and open the door. But I instantly closed the door and run to my closet. But the door swung open again.

“Lella, did you just slam the door on my face?”