THE DONS' SURROGATE
“Name.”
My lips trembled. “L-Lia.”
“Age.”
“Nineteen.”
Dimitri’s laugh cracked through the silence. “Still a baby.” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. His hand caught my chin, forcing me to lift my gaze to him. His eyes were darker up close, dangerous. “Smells like fear.”
I tried to pull away, but his grip held me fast. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, slow, deliberate.
“Don’t worry, kotyonok,” he murmured, voice rough velvet. “I’ll teach you pleasure before Salve freezes you with his rules.” My stomach twisted, but before I could react, Salve’s voice cut through.
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