Dangerous Beginnings (The Beginnings Duet #1)

Devil’s Sinner

Chapter 59

Devil’s Sinner

Isabella

“You’re ruthless,” I mumble as he places a soft kiss on my skin.

“And you’re not as innocent as you look.” He mumbles back.

My heart begins to race. “You’re too handsome to be this evil,” I groan back.

“Appearances can be deceiving Isabella,” his lips brush against my skin. It leaves a trail of fire in its wake, each touch igniting a fervent longing within me. A soft kiss is placed behind my ear before he comes back up, his green to be drowned in.

“I know what you’re doing,” I state while his eyes scan mine before raising one eyebrow.

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re trying to Stockholm syndrome me.”

Aslanov makes the face that makes me think he’d wanted to laugh at my statement, but instead, his face remains untouched. “That’s not a verb sweetheart .”

I roll my eyes at his always so-correct fixations, “I don’t need your grammar advice.”

Our eye contact sears. “You don’t?”

Of course, in this present moment, my mind reminds me of the many reasons I should not fool around with the Devil of Moscow , including but not limited to; abduction, manipulation, drugging, killing my stepfather and friend, and probably a bunch of other people who treat me poorly. The list goes on.

And it is completely sick, insane, dangerous, and wrong. If someone asked me how I envisioned my five-year plan, it sure would not have included a Russian mafia boss. I’m sure he felt the same, his five-year plan must have been consistent with committing several crimes, not me.

But here we are and I’m falling for him.

“ Ty svela menya s’uma. I teper tebye nuzhno razbiratsa s posledstviyami ,” his eyes glint at mine, I swallow down the impossible and unrecognizable Russian syllables.

But I know.

It’s the way he pronounced it; the recognition of some words he has taught me during the past week. And a warm honey feeling fills my heart, creeping through my vessels and veins. My mouth is dry, words are meaningless to the feeling inside of me.

His grip slowly tightens again, like I am to slip from his reach anytime. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” I breathe as my body is filled with pink.

“If you’ll try—” I stop him mid-sentence, rolling my eyes playfully.

“I know I know; you’ll hunt me down.”

His beautiful greenish eyes twinkle with amusement. “You can bet on that.”

It’s real, and it’s scary. It scares the shit out of me. My heart becomes a victorious monster in my chest, trying to climb out. I have made him care for me, I have made a man like him bow to my will. He has made exceptions only for me. He even begged me. It makes my heart clench in strange ways.

And as our lips meet, like they have multiple times in the last couple of weeks, another sensation fills me. Pulsing waves of sweetness within me. It starts at my mouth and ripples through me. My brain melts away. Like it has for the past couple of months, or whenever it came to him.

The old version of me disappeared, its darkness creeping its thorns around me and my principles. She was a fool.

I’m no longer standing on the edge of the cliff, I’m diving headfirst into the abyss, and into its dark depths below. Into the dark depths of our tangled interaction where it might engulf me.

The lines between right and wrong slowly blur into oblivion; just one thought keeps its chokehold on me; is our passion worth the price of my innocent soul?