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She shrugs, making me feel guilty. My tone came out too harsh, but dammit. I want to return to Mila’s side again—my brother’s future wife.
I reach out and touch her hand, making myself do it. Ania doesn’t deserve my coldness. “Thanks for asking,” I tell her.
“What’s she like?” Ania says a moment later.
“Why don’t you go and say hello?”
Ania’s eyes flash with nerves, and she shakes her head. “Maybe later. I want to practice some more.”
Ania spends much of her time in the underground studio practicing ballet. Just like me with programming, it’s her escape. I head to the gym, blasting music and lifting wights. As different as Dimitri and I are, at least we have this in common. When we want to distract ourselves, we lift until our muscles burn.
After showering, I step into the kitchen to make some coffee. Mila is standing in the garden, her back to me, letting me stare like a creep at the hourglass shape of her body. When she folds her arms across her middle, something in her posture tells me she’s used to being afraid. My blood boils at the thought, and I find myself wishing I could beat the crap out of any monster who’d ever make her feel that way.
“Good workout?” Ania says, appearing behind me. That’s another of her habits that freaks me out. She just appears silently, like a ninja or an eighty-pound woman with ballet slippers.
“It was all right,” I reply. “Have you met Mila yet?”
Ania nods. “We said hello. She seems withdrawn. Nervous?”
“She’s being forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know,” I snap, heading for the door.
I feel like an ass. Ania doesn’t deserve to be spoken to like that. At the same time, thinking of Mila with Dimitri makes me want to howl. Hehasto marry her unless he wants the Petrovs to take over Vegas. One of the major differences between us andthe Petrovs is that Nikolai Petrov has a large hand in human trafficking. We don’t. If he took over Vegas, countless would suffer.
So why does thinking of my brother even touching Mila make me want to hurt him?
Mila doesn’t turn as I step outside. I walk up beside her, making enough noise not to frighten her. She’s got her arms folded tightly, staring into the pool.
“Everything okay?” I ask lamely, but I’m not sure what else to say. I have to be cold and keep my distance. She might be here to marry my brother, but she’s still the enemy—a very lovely one.
“Fine,” she mutters.
“Dimitri should be home soon.”
She folds her arms even tighter. I don’t let myself look down at her for too long. The position of her arms only works to bring attention to her big tits, making them even more tempting. I feel like a bloody teenager when my rod stiffens.
“He’s a good person,” I tell her, ignoring my growing erection. “He won’t hurt you.”
“But I won’t love him,” she replies, still staring at the water, “and he won’t love me.”
“Maybe he will,” I say.
It hurts to force those words out. If Dimitrididlove her, it would just piss me off. No, that’s an understatement. It would force me to leave and forget I was ever a Sokolov. I couldn’t watch them.
Snap out of it, Mikhail. Dammit, what am I thinking? She’s nobody to me.
Mila doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to. She obviously would prefer not to be here, and can I blame her? Even if she doesn’t want to meet him, she’s gone through the effort of changing into a skirt that makes the tip of my cock ache. Her legs are so thick, so voluptuous. I think about gently biting into her thickness, tasting her sweat, kissing and nibbling up her leg, and her sweet …
I turn when I hear a motion in the kitchen and head inside. When I see Dimitri, I say hello to my older brother. He’s the heir, the first in line,notthe spare, and anybody could tell just by looking at him. He’s got close-trimmed hair and a semipermanent serious look on his face.
“What?” Dimitri says, reading my expression.
I don’t plan on saying this, but I lower my voice. “I don’t think she wants to do this.”
What the hell am I doing? Coming between him and Mila might improve my life. However, it will worsen many people’s lives if Dimitri reneges on the deal and Nikolai Sokolov takes over the city, but I can’t help myself.She feels like mine.
“And I do? Any progress?”
Dimitri claims he’s unbothered by our father’s death. I haven’t claimed anything like that since I’ve always found the old, cruel bastard confusing. I hate myself for the confusion, but that doesn’t eliminate it.
