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in his twisted mind. Laughter rumbles through my body, energizing me, arousing every single nerve cell in my body and making me wet with need and desire. I can stand here and say he doesn’t turn me on, I can deny that the violent nature of our practice and the implications behind what I’ll eventually be assigned to do doesn’t lend an intriguing aspect to this situation, but I’d be lying. There’s no doubt I’m attracted to him, but would a man like Nikolai Belikov ever consider someone like me? A girl with a sketchy past, mental disorders, and no history of life outside the few things my grandparents have told me the last few times I talked to them.
    I’m caught up in thoughts of the many things I could do to Nikolai when I go airborne and end up on my back, the wind knocked out of me. Suddenly, I’m gasping as Nikolai presses the full length of his body down on top of me, his face within inches of my own.
    “Distracted, little dove?” he asks, his wicked smile driving me insane with need. Both of our breaths come out as one combined gasp when I attempt to buck my body up underneath his. No luck. He’s a dancer with an insanely unreal amount of strength in that muscular frame, but he’s also something else right now. Situated between my legs, I can feel the bulge of his cock, the hardness pressed against my right thigh that he’s managed to pin down. At least I know he’s physically attracted to me.
    “Maybe I’m a little unfocused,” I whisper, my eyes focusing on his lips and then locking on his gaze. A dark look has clouded over his face, and the grip he has on my wrists hurts like hell, but I don’t even think he realizes just how tightly he’s holding on to me.
    My body fires to life, the adrenaline of the moment concentrated in my nipples and between my legs. There’s a darkness inside of this man, yes I know, but it’s the part of him that kills the numbness inside of me, something I haven’t been able to do in years.
    Go for it, Alese.
    You know he won’t make the first move.
    I lift my hips, grinding my thigh against his hardness. At once Nikolai closes his eyes, taking in a sharp breath as though I’ve hit him with a stun gun or something. He opens his eyes, focuses his half-lidded gaze on me, and parts his lips, a shaky breath escaping them.
    Do it now, or lose this moment forever.
    I lift my head off the mat the tiniest bit and aim my lips toward his. He inhales and holds his breath, his face twisted in a mixture of desire, anger, and intrigue. He’s the most tortured soul I’ve ever met, and I want to help cure him of whatever thing is haunting him. Grasping a handful of my hair on top my head and pulling until I cry out from the pain, he practically shoves his tongue down my throat as soon as I open my mouth and make the first gasp. A little squeak escapes my lips as his mouth devours mine, his kiss a heated elixir intoxicating me until I feel as though my body will float away from this high I’m experiencing.
    I slip my hands up underneath his shirt and massage his back; a mass of corded muscles and smooth skin, my prizes for being bold enough to touch him this way. In return, he deepens the kiss, his tongue literally assaulting mine in his eagerness to conquer my mouth. Our breathing a song of lust and need; a connection neither of us expected, or is prepared to handle, forming between us.
    His kiss leaves my mouth and continues down my chin to the hollow of my neck, his lips hungrily devouring my skin as he sucks and nibbles hard, driving me completely insane.
    “Oh God, I want you, Nikolai,” I gasp out, but my words have done the opposite of what I’d hoped would happen. He lifts his head and stares down at me through half-lidded eyes, his face dark with passion. However, the expression turns in on itself and the mask he hides behind each day returns, shutting me out.
    “This cannot happen.”
    “Why?” I ask, holding on to a handful of his shirt so he can’t escape. He