Page 29 of Sinful Wrath
Despite the insanely comfortable bed,I barely sleep a wink. I would normally use my normal trick of an orgasm to help me drift off, but with Mikhail across the hall, I find I’m a bit self-conscious.
I’m not sure I could be quiet if I’m reliving our hot sex in the haunted house. It was the most incredible sex of my life, and it was up against awall.
I dread to think how good it would be if he had me on my back, or front, or whatever way he wanted.
“Not happening.”
An ache starts to build between my thighs. Unfortunately for my lady parts, I doubt Mikhail would want me togo sneaking into bed with him in the middle of the night in search of the real thing, not after we almost got killed.
So, staring at the ceiling it is, until the clock strikes five, and I decide enough is enough.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table, nursing my second cup of coffee and looking like a hot mess, when Mikhail strolls in looking just as pissed off as yesterday.
He freezes when he notices me, his eyes flicking over my messy hair.
A smug sense of satisfaction gets hold of me when I catch his throat bobbing as his eyes flick to my breasts that are barely contained by my silk cami.
Which is exactly why I wore it.
I make a mental note to thank whoever it was my father sent over here with my things because they definitely packed plenty of items that can be used to tempt Mikhail.
“There’s coffee if you want some,” I offer, watching him closely.
He’s as immaculately dressed as ever, with not a hair out of place or a dark circle in sight.
Asshole.
“I’m going to meet with my brothers.”
“Can I come with you? Seeing as I’m the topic of discussion.”
“No,” Mikhail states without even looking at me. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
I sit, staring after him, silently seething, until Mikhail’s G Wagon roars outside.
Like hell am I staying locked up in this townhouse. It might be massive, but a gilded cage is still a cage.
Opening up my phone, I shoot my cousin a quick text.
Thankfully, Elle is all too eager to meet up at our favorite coffee shop, which happens to only be afew streets over from Mikhail’s place, so I tell her to meet me in an hour.
Elle is already sittingat our usual table by the window when I arrive.
Seeing her brings a huge smile to my face. Hanging out with her never fails to cheer me up, and that’s exactly what I need after the couple of days I’ve had.
“I ordered you an almond croissant as well as a matcha,” Elle says as I take a seat opposite her.
“You are the best.” I curl my hands around the cup.
“So, do you want to tell me why the hell you bailed on me the other night?” Elle asks, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “I had to pull a lot of strings to be able to get the girls intoVision. I may be a Conti too, but it seems I’m the wrong one.”
I take a sip of my drink while I try to decide how much to tell her.
The truth is, Elle is so much more than just my cousin. She’s my best friend. Being the same age meant we spent a lot of time together growing up, and even more so when her parents died in a house fire when she was eight.
My father took her in and raised her, so I consider her more of a sister than a cousin.
She made the times when my father was working late a lot less lonely.