Page 39 of Sinful Wrath

“My all-time favorite would be Gigi, then probably Roman Holiday. Oh, and Bride of Frankenstein.”

“That’s an odd combination of favorites.”

I shrug, a smile tugging at my lips at the deep rumble of his laugh.

“What’s your secret favorite?”

“Um, probably any of the early James Bond films with Sean Connery.”

“No, that’s your manly answer.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want yourrealanswer.”

Mikhail frowns. “Thatismy real answer.”

“Mikhail…”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “I love Casablanca.”

“Hah, I knew it!” I clap my hands. “Mikhail Koslov, are you a secret rom com whore?”

“Definitely not.” A soft pink blush creeps up his neck. “And Casablanca is not a rom com. It’s a romantic drama.”

“Are you seriously defending yourself right now?”

“Just stating the facts.”

“And the fact is, Mikhail Koslov is a big ol’ softie!”

“Just eat your dinner,” he mutters, though his lips twitch.

Have I actually got something in common with Mikhail Koslov?

“Come with me,” Mikhail says once we’ve finished our meal.

“Are you going to lock me up in my room again?” I ask as he leads me out of the kitchen.

“That depends.” He turns around to face me.

I almost walk straight into his chest, but he puts his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

My breath hitches at his touch.

His hands are so warm and strong, and I knowexactlyhow good they feel when they’re gripping my ass…

“On what?” I ask a little breathlessly.

“On if I can trust you, Lucia.”

“You can trust me Mikhail. I’ve learned my lesson.”

He studies me for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing as he stares into mine.

I try my best to look innocent, but when he’s looking at me like that, there’s nothing innocent about what’s going on in my head.

When it comes to Mikhail Koslov, I’ve already shown that I can’t trust myself.