Page 41 of Sinful Betrayal
A soft pink stains her cheeks as she watches me.
“You’re very distracting.”
“Do you have somewhere better to be?” Her eyes twinkle.
I grab her by the waist and pull her on top of me, smirking as she lets out a whimper as my cock brushes against her lower belly. “Absolutely not.”
I claim her mouth.
She instantly parts her lips, and I slowly slide my tongue against hers.
My hands roam lower until I’m cupping her ass, and I gently move my hips so I can rub my slick tip against her warm skin.
“Anton,” she moans against my mouth.
She wriggles against me, and I groan at the feeling of her hard nipples rubbing against my chest.
“What do you want, Nina?”
“You.”
I grin, sinking my fingers into her hips, about to lift her off and sink her back down onto my cock.
“Nikolai?”
I freeze at the sound of my mother’s voice filtering in through the gap beneath the door.
“Nikolai!”
“Shit,” I slide Nina off me.
“Anton?” Nina frowns. “What is it?”
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I quickly get out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I rush down the stairs to find my mother pacing around the foyer in her nightgown, looking confused.
“Mamulichka?” I hover on the bottom step.
She ignores me, walking over to the front door and peering out of one of the windows.
“Nikolai is late.” She shakes her head. “Why is he always late?”
She walks straight past me into the living room as if I don’t exist.
I run my fingers through my hair as I stare after her, noticing how slumped her shoulders are.
Despite having access to the main house from her private wing, she very rarely ventures out of her rooms. Her nurses say it’s because they’ve become familiar and safe to her, so I always make a point of going and visiting her in her rooms rather than bringing her into the main house.
Except, I didn’t visit her last night after the gunshots.
I curse under my breath as I realize my mistake. I should have gone and checked on her and Annie, but I was too busy worrying about the woman who is currently warming my bed.
Last night should be a wakeup call. Not only did I fail to prioritize looking into whoever it was who attacked my home, the very home that my sick mother resides in, but I also failed to check in on her and her nurse after the attack.
This isexactlywhy I can’t get involved with Nina. I can’t afford to let my responsibilities slide.
Trying to ignore the growing pit of guilt in my stomach, I head into the lounge.