Uncle Aleksei Series

Chapter11

Fire floods my cheeks. “Then where are you taking me?”

“Get in the car and you will find out.”

I try to push Aleksei off, but he only pins me tighter between his body and the car. And…and…my train of thought is busted because his erection is so thick where it lies across my belly. Focus, Georgina. You can’t let another man dictate your future.

Isn’t that what it all comes down to? I haven’t been in control of my own life. Ever. Now I’m about to get my first taste of freedom stolen. By the only person who’d tempt me to give it up of my own free will. If he cared about me, he wouldn’t ask me to do that, though. Right?

Right.

“I’m not going with you. I’ll find another way to make it to orientation.”

“Angel.” Panic slides across his expression. “You would not.”

Taking a deep breath, I lift my chin. “I would.”

For a few moments, I can’t read him. Except to know he’s deciding how to play me. Play the situation. And after what just happened in the library, I should have known seduction would be his choice. But even if I had known, I never could have prepared for the power of Seductive Aleksei. “Georgina. Angel.” His lips press to my forehead, detour down my cheek and open above my mouth, just a hint away, his warm breath coasting over me. “Did you not say you loved Aleksei?”

Nine thousand butterflies dance through my stomach. “I might have,” I murmur, squeezing my legs together. “That doesn’t mean you can get away with whatever you want.”

He handily ignores the second part, sweeping his thumbs along my hipbones. “If you love me, then you must not say such things. Parting from you would turn me into a madman.” There’s a low rumble in his chest as he licks the tips of our tongues together. “Especially now that I’ve finally eaten your pussy. I cannot be away from it.”

My lungs evacuate in a massive rush. “I can’t even handle you like this.”

His forehead meets mine. “Like what?”

“All sexy or whatever,” I pant. His mouth smiles against mine, and the butterfly wings in my belly beat faster. I can’t believe this. He’s totally succeeded in melting my rage. This is what happens in a game of sheltered virgin versus Russian hit man, isn’t it? “I’m only getting into the car because I have no other ride,” I whisper.

Aleksei shakes his head, shaking mine along with it. “You go where I go. Always. That’s the real reason.”

He appears to be debating whether or not to kiss me again. But if I allow that, he’ll reduce me once and for all into a simmering pot of hormones. Already my panties are soaked in public and I’m making out with a man who looks like he belongs in a Guy Ritchie movie. What happened to my common sense?

My hands are shakier than I care to admit as I extricate myself from Aleksei’s hold, shooting him a defiant eye roll over my shoulder as I climb into the passenger seat of the car. Like always, he waits until I’ve buckled up to close the door and cross to the driver’s side. With his typical tight control, he starts the ignition and pulls onto the road, coasting through yellow lights like he owns the world.

The turn signal is clicking to bring us onto the highway when he asks, “Are you warm enough?” A pause. “I’m asking because you have both arms wrapped around yourself like a straitjacket.”

He’s totally right, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of changing my position. This is my mad pose, and now that we’re not touching, I’ve managed to remember why I’m pissed as hell. “Did you ever plan to bring me to college?”

A curt headshake, but no further change in his demeanor.

“So you lied? To me? To my father?”

“Nyet, angel,” he answers calmly. “I said I would bring you where you belonged.”

I give a close – mouthed scream. “And where is that?”

“You will see. Please try and exercise some patience.” Aleksei seamlessly joins the traffic on the highway, one tattooed hand resting on the wheel. “Are we having a fight, Georgina?”