Page 10 of Sinful Betrayal

“No, I don’t.” His eyes dip to my chest.

“Then what would you like to spend tonight doing,Anton?” I let my voice become a little breathless.

“There are many things I would like to do.” His voice is thick.

I slightly adjust my body so that my knee brushes against his thigh once more.

“Like what?”

“Firstly, I’d like to take you back to my place,” he murmurs, his voice causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.

For a moment, I let myself imagine it. This gorgeous, powerful man, spending hours worshiping every inch of my body, leaving me a moaning, writhing mess in the center of his bed.

He looks like he knowsexactlywhat he’s doing. It would make a welcome change compared to the other men I’ve been with.

You are not here to find a quick fuck.

I repeat the words in my head over and over, trying to ignore the way Anton is looking at me.

“Then what?” I bite my lower lip.

“Then I’d like to put your ballet training to the test.”

“Would I be marked on performance? Because I perform very well under pressure.”

“I have no doubt,” Anton grunts.

“Well, that sounds like a wonderful offer, but unfortunately, I’ll have to pass.”

Anton blinks.

I’m sure he doesn’t get very many women turning down the opportunity to spend the night in his bed.

And if it were under any other circumstances, and he wasn’t a murdering bastard, I would be more than happy to ride himuntil the sun came up. But the reality is, Anton Koslov is my enemy, and I’d do well not to forget that.

Anton frowns. “May I ask why?”

“I have a ballet exam tomorrow morning.” I get to my feet. “Thank you for the drinks,”

As I reach for my clutch off the table, Anton wraps his fingers around my wrist, halting my movements. “Wait.”

I pause, glancing down at him with my eyebrows raised.

He drops his hold on me. “Can I see you again?”

I let my eyes flick to his mouth, letting them glaze over a little. It doesn’t take much, considering how attractive he is.

“Sure.” I bite my lip. “If you can figure out how to find me…”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.” I reach over him to grab my clutch off the table.

My breasts brush up against his arm and I swear he groans.

“Good night, Anton.” I turn on my heels and saunter through the bar toward the exit.

Anton’s eyes burn through me the entire time, and I know I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.