Liliana's POV
Mikhail’s smirk was slow, and deliberate like a predator watching its prey. It sent cold shivers down my spine. His fingers traced my jawline with deliberate gentleness. The pad of his thumb pressed against my bottom lip, parting it slightly. His gaze held mine.
“You’re really willing to learn, Malyshka?” His voice was dark and low, barely above a whisper, yet it sent tremors through my body.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The weight of his gaze was suffocating, and intoxicating. My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me.
“Yes.” The word left my lips before I could second-guess it.
His thumb dragged across my lip once more before his hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. His mouth crashed onto mine - gentle yet possessive.
The taste of whiske
