drop and he pulls away once more. Physically. Emotionally. He’s so far, so unreachable, I think I’ve misread everything. He turns from me. “I promised your brother I’d look out for you as best I can.”
“Dima-”
“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, eyes narrowed. I feel the anger I brought up to the surface as sure as I feel the ground beneath my feet.
“Sorry,” I say, knowing I just crossed a line and not sure what it is I did wrong.
“My name is Dimitri. I hate when they call me that.”
Confused, I nod. I offended him. That wasn’t my intention at all. And how should I know that isn’t really his name? It’s what the other two sons of bitches called him.
“Shit, Kiera. You don’t understand,” his voice, his face, both are much softer, kinder. “They call me that because they know I hate it. You’re the last person I want to hear that from.”
Okay, he’s unstable. “What should I call you?” I ask, not wanting to see his wrath if I mess up again.
“I want you to call me something else,” he says like I should know what that is.
“Is Dimitri okay?”
He bites his lip, and I see the struggle on his face shining through his eyes.
“For now. Let me get you some food.”
“Why are you so worried about my eating? Am I fat?”
I look down at my stomach. I can’t see it under my boobs. It’s flat. Sure, I’m not as thin as Masha, but I’ve never felt insecure about my weight before.
The corner of his mouth turns up into an amused smirk. “Fat?” His eyes inch up and down my body like fingers walking across my skin, fire burning bright in them, as the tip of his tongue touches his upper lip. I know he just used a secret superhero power to look at me with X-ray vision, because he had to see something more than what’s on the surface for his eyes to turn so dark and lusty.
“Far from it. Your body is…” a deep gravely sound escapes him as he shakes his head. “I think you’re gorgeous.”
Gorgeous. I shouldn’t feel happy or excited that he finds me attractive. No, not just attractive, gorgeous! In the middle of this shitstorm, I feel like I hit the jackpot. The giddy feeling inside me isn’t because someone said I was gorgeous, it’s because he said it. My stomach tumbles as I give him a good looking over. Sure I’m pretty, but gorgeous? He needs to look in the mirror. He is smoking hot! Every time I look at him, I’m more attracted than I was the time before.
I went from trying to break free from his arms to wanting to get wrapped up in them. He’s not touching me right now, and that means he’s too far. Everything about him calls to me, screams to me: his dark eyes and hair, those deep dimples in his cheeks, his perfectly carved body. Not to mention, no one ever cared enough to be this protective and kind to me. No one but my brother and the boy I used to hunt unicorns with when I was little.
I want to touch him, explore him. Feel the curves and cuts of muscle beneath his shirt. I shake the thoughts off. I’m losing my mind. No, to have these thoughts, I’ve already lost it. I am out-of-this-world-fucking-crazy.
He’s the enemy , I remind myself. The unworthy-not-to-be-trusted-under-any-conditions enemy.
Only in my heart, I don’t believe it. Try as I might, I can’t convince myself to stay away from him. I feel like I know him. Like he knows me. He does know me. He’s probably been stalking me for months and here I am, the desperate damsel in distress, hoping with every fiber of my being that he will find a way to steal me away in the night and rescue me.
Chapter 6
I don’t know how long ago Dimitri left the room. I hear him moving around and I’m tempted to follow him. Question after question swirls around my mind. So many questions, and he has plenty of answers. I might not like them, but I need to hear them.
I’m getting antsy in the small space. Between the bed and the air mattress, there isn’t much room to move around, and
“Dima-”
“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, eyes narrowed. I feel the anger I brought up to the surface as sure as I feel the ground beneath my feet.
“Sorry,” I say, knowing I just crossed a line and not sure what it is I did wrong.
“My name is Dimitri. I hate when they call me that.”
Confused, I nod. I offended him. That wasn’t my intention at all. And how should I know that isn’t really his name? It’s what the other two sons of bitches called him.
“Shit, Kiera. You don’t understand,” his voice, his face, both are much softer, kinder. “They call me that because they know I hate it. You’re the last person I want to hear that from.”
Okay, he’s unstable. “What should I call you?” I ask, not wanting to see his wrath if I mess up again.
“I want you to call me something else,” he says like I should know what that is.
“Is Dimitri okay?”
He bites his lip, and I see the struggle on his face shining through his eyes.
“For now. Let me get you some food.”
“Why are you so worried about my eating? Am I fat?”
I look down at my stomach. I can’t see it under my boobs. It’s flat. Sure, I’m not as thin as Masha, but I’ve never felt insecure about my weight before.
The corner of his mouth turns up into an amused smirk. “Fat?” His eyes inch up and down my body like fingers walking across my skin, fire burning bright in them, as the tip of his tongue touches his upper lip. I know he just used a secret superhero power to look at me with X-ray vision, because he had to see something more than what’s on the surface for his eyes to turn so dark and lusty.
“Far from it. Your body is…” a deep gravely sound escapes him as he shakes his head. “I think you’re gorgeous.”
Gorgeous. I shouldn’t feel happy or excited that he finds me attractive. No, not just attractive, gorgeous! In the middle of this shitstorm, I feel like I hit the jackpot. The giddy feeling inside me isn’t because someone said I was gorgeous, it’s because he said it. My stomach tumbles as I give him a good looking over. Sure I’m pretty, but gorgeous? He needs to look in the mirror. He is smoking hot! Every time I look at him, I’m more attracted than I was the time before.
I went from trying to break free from his arms to wanting to get wrapped up in them. He’s not touching me right now, and that means he’s too far. Everything about him calls to me, screams to me: his dark eyes and hair, those deep dimples in his cheeks, his perfectly carved body. Not to mention, no one ever cared enough to be this protective and kind to me. No one but my brother and the boy I used to hunt unicorns with when I was little.
I want to touch him, explore him. Feel the curves and cuts of muscle beneath his shirt. I shake the thoughts off. I’m losing my mind. No, to have these thoughts, I’ve already lost it. I am out-of-this-world-fucking-crazy.
He’s the enemy , I remind myself. The unworthy-not-to-be-trusted-under-any-conditions enemy.
Only in my heart, I don’t believe it. Try as I might, I can’t convince myself to stay away from him. I feel like I know him. Like he knows me. He does know me. He’s probably been stalking me for months and here I am, the desperate damsel in distress, hoping with every fiber of my being that he will find a way to steal me away in the night and rescue me.
Chapter 6
I don’t know how long ago Dimitri left the room. I hear him moving around and I’m tempted to follow him. Question after question swirls around my mind. So many questions, and he has plenty of answers. I might not like them, but I need to hear them.
I’m getting antsy in the small space. Between the bed and the air mattress, there isn’t much room to move around, and
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