Page 46 of Twisted Pact

“I will. I promise.”

We talk for a few more minutes about her work at the security firm, mutual friends, and anything except the fact that I’m trapped in a countryside estate with a man who makes me feel things I shouldn’t.

When we hang up, I stare at my phone and think about what she said.Men like Alexei don’t change. The warning should comfort me, reminding me why getting involved with him is dangerous.

Instead, it just makes me sad.

I pull up my messages and type to Anna.

You’re right about everything, but I can’t stop thinking about him and how he made me feel. God, Anna, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. Even now, after everything he said today, I’m lying here remembering how good his cock felt in my mouth. How he tasted. The sounds he made when he came.

I hit send before I can second-guess myself.

Three seconds later, my phone vibrates with a response.

Interesting message, Zaika. Though I’m curious why you’re thinking about my cock when you claimed this afternoon meant nothing.

My body goes cold. Then hot. Then cold again.

Oh no.

I sent that text to Alexei instead of Anna.

I scramble to type a response.That wasn’t meant for you. I was texting my friend and accidentally?—

His reply comes before I finish.You like how I taste, do you?

This is mortifying. Please delete that message and forget you saw it.

Not a chance. In fact, I think we should discuss what you’ve been thinking about.

I’m not discussing anything with you. You made your opinion of me clear this afternoon.

I’m sitting in a vehicle two hours away from you, and all I can think about is that you’re lying in bed thinking about me.

I should stop responding, turn off my phone, and pretend this never happened. But my fingers move before my brain catches up.

So what if I am?

Tell me what you’re wearing.

That’s none of your business.

Humor me, Mila. What are you wearing right now?

I look down at my oversized T-shirt and underwear.One of your shirts and nothing else.

Jesus. You’re killing me. Are you touching yourself?

No.

Liar. I bet you’re wet right now just from talking to me.

Heat crawls up the back of my neck, and my nipples harden. He’s right. God help me, he’s right.

You’re very arrogant.

And you’re very turned on. Slip your hand between your legs and tell me if I’m wrong.