My legs wrap around his waist, my arms loop around his neck, and my fingers brush against the wavy dark hair grazing his nape.
His eyes never leave mine.
My heart slams against my ribs. My breath catches.
He turns, walking straight out of the house. No hesitation. No words.
If I’m being kidnapped again, my brain doesn’t get the memo.
My soul, however?
It screams for his.
This can’t be normal.
There’s no way this is normal.
“There, Keir, we got one man alive and barely had to lift a finger,” the other voice speaks again, yanking me from my thoughts.
I finally take in the two men standing beside a blacked-out SUV.
One of them—Keir—eyes me with intrigue. “Ah, yes. And now princess will tell us where we can take him—and why the fuck she’s hunting the Russians who want her alive”
Oh. My. Gosh.
It’s them.
Of course, it’s them.
“Well, this just got awkward,” I mutter, before realizing I just tucked my face into Kazimir’s neck.
The deep chuckle that rumbles through his chest is as intoxicating as the scent of him—masculine, clean, a hint of citrusy, woodsy musk.
“What the fuck!” The other guy exclaims. “Did Kazimir Volkova just laugh? I think I need a doctor—I might’ve hit my head.”
Volkova, my mind races the last name of the infamous pakhan who was murdered. I file that away for later.
I pull back, scowling at the guy who looks as if he’s witnessing the apocalypse.
“Is it illegal for him to laugh or something?”
The man grins, offering his hand. “Oh, Selene, I myself have never heard Kaz here laugh, so pardon my shock.” His smile turns downright mischievous. “Dario Acker, by the way—but you can call me yours.”
Did this man just flirt with me?
Using the lamest pick-up line in history?
“Wow,” I deadpan. “Let me just take the time to kiss the ground you walk on.”
Dario bursts into laughter, and I find myself smirking in return.
“Kaz, put her down. I’m sure she can stand on her own,” Keir commands.
I raise a brow. “What if I like being up here? I’m enjoying the scenery.”
Kaz’s chest rumbles with silent laughter, but he slides me down his hard, muscled body.
God help me.
