Page 37 of Sinful Betrayal
“That was obvious.” He chuckles. “Okay, what about your favorite movie?”
“Dirty Dancing. Come on, Koslov, you’re walking straight into these.”
“What would you do if you couldn’t dance?”
The question catches me off guard. I instantly picture my home back in Russia, and my stomach sinks.
“That’s not an option. Ballet has been my whole world for so long. It was my way of escaping from my life, and if I couldn’t do it anymore… It would be a death sentence.”
“Your passion is admirable, Nina.”
I shrug, brushing off his compliment.
I don’t see it that way.
My passion for ballet was born out of a need to survive in a world where I felt I wasn’t wanted. I needed ballet like I needed air. Without it, I would die.
That’s what I have to keep reminding myself, but it’s easier said than done when Anton Koslov is looking at me like I’m his own source of air.
How can this be the same man who murdered my brother in cold blood?
As I look into his eyes I see nothing but warmth and kindness, and perhaps a little arousal…
These aren’t the eyes of a killer, so there must be more to the story than what my father has told me because, so far, I’m not buying a single word of it.
Did Maxim provoke Anton? Did Anton kill him in self-defense?
Either way, whatever happened between him and Maxim, there must have been a reason for it.
Anton crosses the distance between us and reaches out to cup my cheek.
“You’re lost in your thoughts,” he murmurs. “If it helps, there are other things that you excel at, Nina.”
“Like what?”
Anton bends down and brushes his lips against mine.
“Kissing,” he whispers before crashing his lips against mine.
My hands go to his chest to steady myself as Anton licks along my lower lip.
I can’t help the moan that builds in my throat at the taste of him. It’s intoxicating, and my lower belly flutters in response, knowing just how good that tongue feels between my thighs.
He angles my head to expose my neck.
As he kisses and nips at the sensitive flesh, his free hand trails down my waist before squeezing my ass.
“Anton,” I moan, pressing my breasts against his chest.
The silky material rubs against my hard nipples, and I whimper, so desperate for more from him.
“What other hidden talents do you have, Nina?” he murmurs, pulling me closer against him.
I gasp, my back arching as his hardness rubs against my thigh.
“I-I want to show you.” I pant as I grind against his cock.
“I’m all yours,lapochka.”