Free Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) by T.l Smith Page A

running her hand along the pool table, hitting one of the balls into the pocket.
    “Who was she?”
    “Just a friend,” she answered. That was the most I’d gotten from her. I planned to get more. Anything to put the puzzle pieces together of whatever that was her.
    “You didn’t want me to meet your friend?” I asked, grabbing her wrist, stopping her from hitting another ball and gaining her full attention.
    “Why would I do that? I like having you all to myself,” she said leaning into me. “Now are you going to fuck me, because I have this itch that only you can scratch.”
    “Am I the only man you fuck, Elina?”
    “Yes,” she said without hesitation.
    “And it will stay that way, won’t it?” I grabbed her hips pulling her to me.
    “Will it?” she joked with me, leaning in for my lips. She ran her hand down one of my tattoos, then bit my lip. “I’ll make you a deal… if you get my name tattooed on you, I will give you one question. And I will answer truthfully,” she said lifting her mouth away from mine.
    I pushed back, weirded out by her answer. “You’re joking, right?”
    She shook her head and ran her hand along my shirt, lifting it up then ran her hand under it over my abs.
    “What’s one more?” she said seriously.
    It was true, I could get her name blended in and no one would know. Except I would, and I couldn’t believe I was even contemplating it, just to get a truthful answer from her. Hell, any answer at all.
    “I don’t even know you. Yet you think for one tiny answer, I would brand you on me?”
    Her hands played with my skin, wrapping around to my back, then pulling me flush against her. “You know me, you know how to make me scream.” She bit my ear. “You know how to make me call you God.” Another bite. “And you also know every aspect of my body. Don’t say you don’t,” she said, and that was true, I’d watched her when she slept. I could tell you every spot on her like it was my own body.
    I pushed away from her, her hands dropping to her side. I walked straight past her and into the kitchen, pulling out my dinner. I hadn’t eaten, and if I could just stand off, not give in for a bit, maybe I could pull something from her, anything.
    “You’re cooking?” she asked walking up to me. She didn’t touch me, she watched only.
    “I was…”
    “You can always eat me,” she teased.
    I eyed her up and down, wanting. “You will be my dessert,” I tell her.
    She smiled as she watched me, then she did the strangest thing, she started to wash her hands and picked up the knife to start to chop an onion. I watched in fascination as she set to her task, her hands moved so fast it was like she was born to do it.
    I removed my eyes to heat up the pan, fixing the chicken in the egg and flour ready for cooking. I felt her come up behind me, touching me. She moved one of my arms, placing herself in-between me and the bench. I could no longer see what I was doing, her hands held mine, and she took over the action. I lifted my arms up letting her, letting them roll down her body, I brought one hand up and touched her face, and she leaned into it. Then I knew I was not going to be eating dinner, I would be eating her instead. That I was sure of.
    When I turned her around, flour was scattered across her cheek. My thumb reached up trying to brush it off. “I’ve decided dessert is always best first.”
    Her lips moved to mine, and then in that exact moment, with flour on her face, the smell of the pan, the sting of onion, I fell for a ghost.
     

 
    Chapter 15
    Kazier
    Present
    I left Freya’s intending to go home and speak to my father. He can’t make me do this, he can’t force me to marry someone I don’t love. Before I even open the door, it’s being pulled open by Catara. Her evil smirk is back in place, and she’s looking at me like I’m her last meal. I push past her, and as soon as I do, I feel her hand come around and land on my ass with a crack. I take a