Delivering His Gifts (Mountain Men of Liberty #10)- K.C. Crowne Page 0,95
eyes sparkled with amusement. He lifted his hand toward his scar but stopped himself as if he was set on not being self-conscious about it. Curious.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
God, when he spoke, the sound of his voice tugged at something deep inside me. His voice was like velvet, sliding over my skin. Deep, baritone. Delicious. And he spoke with an accent I could only guess to be Russian. God, it sounded dangerous. Like those big bodyguards in movies. Or the leaders of some scary mob that did horrible things to people who crossed them.
I shivered. This couldn’t be right. He couldn’t be one of those… he was just a man.
In a cabin.
In the middle of the woods.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I’m fine,” I snapped, my fear translating into anger.
He chuckled, and the sound rumbled in his chest. He walked to the little table in the corner, a knife in his hand as if he planned to butcher the creature, a turkey, I thought, right there in the cabin. I curled away in horror.
“Did you… kill that?”
He looked at the bird as if only noticing it and nodded. “You must eat.”
“There’s no way I’m eating an animal you just killed. You did just kill it, right?” I asked, aghast at the sight.
He only crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me with an amused smile. “Who do you work for?”
“What?” Why was he answering my questions with questions?
“You are here for who?” His accent, the way he expressed himself, made me swoon.
This guy was interrogating me, and I couldn’t help but think that he sounded hella sexy talking to me like that. Of course, he was Russian. There was something about his rugged appearance that made me want…
Oh please woman! You’ve never been with a man like him. You wouldn’t know the first thing to do with him.
“How about I tell you a little about me?” I said, hoping to break the ice and distract myself from his physique. “I work for an insurance company, for the time being, and I live with my mother, who’s probably looking for me.” I hoped my hint that I would be missed would keep him from killing me in the middle of nowhere, though I didn’t get a serial killer vibe from him. Just an I want to fuck him vibe, which I needed to ignore.
When he didn’t respond, I stated rather harshly, “I don’t appreciate being kept here against my will.”
He looked confused. “Against your will?”
“Stop doing that!” I cried, afraid and frustrated. “You either ignore me completely or answer my question with a question.”
He shrugged nonchalantly and didn’t speak.
Practically growling, I grumbled, “Why the hell am I wearing a t-shirt? Did you undress me?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You were bleeding. Would you rather I let you die slowly?”
“And you thought you needed to take off my clothes without my consent?”
He frowned. “I’ll take note. Next time, I let you bleed out. Saves me the trouble.” He turned his back on me, laid the knife next to the bird, and returned to the kitchen to make coffee. As if I didn’t matter, as if I wasn’t there.
“Listen to me you...man.” I spat the words, marching to him, my fear evaporating because he was being an asshole. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to ask me questions and not answer mine. Who are you, and where the hell am I?”
I was right behind him when he spun around, so close he was almost against me, so close, a sigh would press us together. He stared down at me with an expression on his face that pulled me up short.
Fire burned in his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted. His eyes slid down my body, and with it came a heat I hadn’t expected. My nipples hardened and my core tightened. I was instantly wet. Hot and wet, and all I could think about was this guy pushing me against the wall and kissing me, hands roaming my body, eating me whole.
I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” I whispered.
He lifted a hand, moving slowly as if he didn’t want to scare me. Carefully, he hooked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Insurance company?”
I nodded, the anger gone, replaced by something much more urgent.
“Viktor.” The way his name rolled off his tongue sounded exotic. Viktor. I liked it. “And you are?”