Page 35 of Hunter's Revenge
Before tonight.
Has he?
If so, why? Why am I suddenly feeling so wary around him?
Apprehension clouds my mind because this is bold, unlike what I’ve known him to be, and… daring.
Daring in a mysterious way that feels forbidden and dangerously sexy.
“Hi,” I say, failing to keep the quiver out of my voice. I also fail to control my body’s reaction to him. My nipples are diamond hard just for seeing him. And I’m wet again.
“Hello, Malyshka.”
I usually like the deep baritone of his sensual voice and hearing him call me Malyshka, but just now, the endearment sent a chill through my nerves the same way I’ve felt when I see or hear something that gives me the creeps.
If I can think and feel like that, why am I seriously turned on?
I’m wet, and if he were to touch me the way I fantasize about him touching me, he’d know.
“You’re… here.” I carry on as if this isn’t weird.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a grin that doesn’t seem like one of humor.
“I noticed you on the balcony. I was going to say hi.”
“Well, I’m here now.” He steps closer. The room seems smaller, and so do I.
I’m standing behind my desk totally having an Alice-in-Wonderland moment where it feels like I’m suddenly small, small, small and everything around me is ginormous, especially him.
Remaining silent, he takes several more steps toward me, reminding me of a predator advancing on a prey it knows has no chance of escaping.
My lips part to say something, but my mind is frozen.
He gets closer, and it’s not until I feel my back hit the wall that I realize I moved. I backed away without even knowing or feeling myself do so.
Malik’s smiles and places his hand on the wall next to my arm, completely blocking me in. My only other escape is the window on my left, and there’s no way I’m jumping two stories down.
That I even contemplated an escape route is a clear indication my instincts are going batshit crazy trying to warn me away from this guy.
At the same time, there’s something lurking deep in his eyes that draws me to him like a magnet.
I don’t know what it is, but it hooks me with some kind of power I’m not sure I’d want to resist.
He angles closer until he’s a breath away from my lips, and everything inside me stills like the calm before a storm is about to hit and wreak havoc.
I swear my heart even stops beating until he moves to my ear and his warm breath tickles my skin. Then it speeds up and trips over itself.
“Are you scared of me, Gwen?”
The question throws me, and I’m not sure how to answer it because I can’t say no. He does scare me.
I haven’t seen this version of him before, but it feels like the real him.
I turn my face toward him, but he restricts my movement by coming even closer to plant a kiss on the side of my neck. It’s just a kiss, and it’s not even on my lips, but I feel it everywhere.
Another one follows, then another, creating a trail down my neck. My lips part from the ecstasy of having his lips on me, and my body, starved for attention, wants to feel those lips all over me.
“Answer me, Malyshka. Are you afraid of me?” His voice is more forceful, with such power, I know I don’t have a choice but to answer with something.