RankNovelChapter 89 2: Georgina.
This is it. I'm finally free.
I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei's black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I've just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWatchingthrough broody, slate - gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.
What is his deal today? Most times, he would at least givea little lip tilt action.
"Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?" I saunter closer and prop my hip against one of the rear car doors. "Is that why you're so quiet?" His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. "Nyet." Hurt swamps my belly knowing he's eager to get rid of me, but I don't let him see it. Sdays I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei becthe only constant in my life. He's stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn't want to do? I have no idea.
Then again, this is part of the reason I'm going so far away from hfor school, isn't it? The confusing way Aleksei makesfeel? My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water -- speckled glass, I saw his naked, six foot eight frcovered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsface — so frustratingly made of stone - splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn't seein the bathroom. No, he couldn't have. Or he wouldn't have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian.
Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I'm pretty sure girls aren't supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they're not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl's will.
Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams.
My nipples turn to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my nand wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting.
Have I been crazy thinking he could crave that cravein real life? Sometimes I swear I sense torment and restraint in him, but he locks it down so fast I think I imagined it. Well, I've had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turninginto a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to mention, the second-guessing of my own sanity is starting to drivecrazy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot that I'd let him know that.
Memories of Aleksei's rough hands tying my bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocative as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. "You won't misseven a little bit?" Eyes flaring, he catches my wrist. "Do not play games with me, Georgina." The breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if imagined the pull between us? I'm going to college today. Even if he tellsI'm crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught to throw a punch I won't have to see him every day while living with the knowledge.
The reality of not seeing him sends panic and pain slicing into my middle.
And it's the pain that knocks the words free of my mouth. "I've tried to of play games,"I blurt out, thinking of all my silly attempts to tempt him. "You won't play them back."
Gray eyes narrow, and I sense a debate taking place. I'm so focused on watching him for a sign of what e he's thinking, Y suck in a breath when he releases my wrist...and steps forward, pressingback against the trunk.
Trapsthere. My neck is forced to crane to keep eye contact, and he looms, So massive and unmoving above me, but his dominance only makes my nerve endings go wilder. "Nothing about us, little angel, is is a game. I will not miss you, because I never intend to leave you? His hand slides beneath my skirt and cups my right cheek, kneading it, stealing the power from my knees. Making my mind reel. "This is mine. Now go put it in the passenger seat, before your father seesdefiling you from the window. It wouldn't stop my plans, but it might delay us." He slaps my backside, growling deep in his throat. "And you know I hate being late." I'm left with my mouth agape, staring into space as Aleksei rounds the car and climbs into the driver's side, starting the engine.
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