He got me out of a jail cell. That should have made him safe. It didn’t. Kirill is cold, ruthless, and used to giving orders. My brothers trust him. But every command makes me want to defy him.
Every look makes me forget why I should stay away. He touches like a sin. Commands like a threat. And the more I want him, the less I know whether he’s my protector… or the danger I should run from.
He was old enough to know better. Ruthless enough not to care.
