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Alexei for once remains quiet and the moment he pulls up outside the house, I’m throwing open my door and climbing out of the car.
I don’t bother waiting for him as I stomp across the gravel and climb the steps up to the front door.
His feet crunch the gravel behind me. “Are you seriously ignoring me?”
I throw open the front door and head inside.
My footsteps echo around the expansive foyer and soon, Alexei’s join mine as I head to the kitchen.
“I think someone enjoyed themselves, and they just don’t want to admit it.”
At the door, I whirl around, folding my arms across my chest as I stare at Alexei.
His mouth is pulled up into a grin and amusement dances in his dark eyes.
I hate how handsome he looks when he smiles like that because it makes me want to forget that we’re fighting and drag him upstairs to my bed.
“You don’t need to act like a know-it-all asshole all the time.”
Alexei grins wider.
I turn to walk away. “Screw you.”
“I can’t help it if I’m always right.”
I scoff, glancing over my shoulder and shooting him a glare as I walk into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
“Your modesty is admirable.”
Alexei chuckles, the sound making me shiver as I open one of the cupboards and pull out the box of peppermint tea and a mug.
“I knew it would make you happy.”
My stomach flutters at his words.
How is it that this man seems to know me better than I do?
“I know what else would make you happy.”
“Oh, yeah?” I unwrap the tea bag and plop it into my mug. “What’s that?”
Warm hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against that deliciously hard body, and I can’t fight the sigh that escapes my lips as Alexei presses a soft kiss to my neck.
“This.” His breath tickles my skin.
His hands trail up my stomach to cup my breasts, and I’m instantly arching into his touch, my ass pressing back against his hips.
I moan as his hardness digs into me.
I want to push him away so badly. I want him to realize that he can’t win me over with art classes and sex, but fuck, when he grinds against me like that, I lose all control.
“I’m sorry if I pushed you,” he whispers in my ear as his hands continue to knead my breasts through my dress, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. “But you are so talented, solnyshka. And I don’t care if it makes me a selfish prick, but I want you to be happy.”
His words make me melt.
He has no reason to care for me. Our marriage isn’t one of love or affection, and yet the lines are becoming more and more blurred. It’s making it harder for me to stay mad at him.
“Alexei.” I sigh.
