My stomach is still spinning like crazy, and my skin is alive with tingles.

Having Demitri’s body pressed hard against mine had my emotions all over the place. I felt everything but fear, which is a huge worry for me.

Because I should fear him.

I should hate him for stealing me away from my life.

But instead, I melted against him. All I could see was his square jaw, full lips, and sharp eyes. His sinful face was so close to mine, I felt his breath on my skin. His lips brushed over my jaw, making my abdomen clench with need.

Just thinking about it makes another rush of tingles zap through me.

I shake my head hard and close my eyes as I try to focus on my breathing.

And his body. God, his body… sigh.

Hard against my soft. Demitri is the opposite of me in every way, and my body loved the feeling of his way too much.

Fine, so I’m physically attracted to the jerk. It doesn’t change anything.

Opening my eyes, I glare at the bed and noticing Demitri changed the covers makes the shame of what happened when he left me tied to it ripple through me.

Arrogant asshole.

Jerk.

Jackass.

Ugh, the man is insufferable, and don’t you forget that, Ariana!

Walking into the bathroom, I pick up the bag of clothes Demitri gave me yesterday and check what else is in it. I find two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts. Leaving one set of clothes on the corner of the bed, I take a clean pair and go shower. After I’m done brushing my teeth and hair, I grab the dirty clothes and shove them into the bag.

Leaving the bedroom, I head to the laundry room I saw next to the kitchen. I dump the clothes into the washing machine and then glance down at the t-shirt I’m wearing. It’s white, and the fabric doesn’t do much to hide the outlines of my breasts, seeing as I’m not wearing a bra. There’s also a chill in the air, and I hate getting cold.

A scowl forms on my face.

Screw this.

I storm out of the laundry room and back up the stairs. Searching through the other rooms, I find one with men's clothes in the closets. I help myself to four black t-shirts and a couple of sweaters, then grin.

I’m just about to pull one of the shirts on when I hear Demitri say, “That’s Alexei’s.”

Turning to face him, I mutter, “So? Does it look like I care?”

Demitri comes at me and taking the clothes from me, he throws them on the bed, then he grabs my hand and drags me out of the room. He pulls the door shut behind him, saying, “You don’t want to get on Alexei’s bad side. Don’t go into his bedroom.”

I give Demitri a glare, not caring what Alexei will think.

I try to pull my hand free from Demitri’s, but instead of letting go, he tightens his hold on me and drags me to another bedroom. We come to a stop in another closet.