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“Tell her I will be right there.” I quipped turning away from her. I pointed my gun at Sebastian, my finger resting easily on the trigger. “You may leave, little one.”
I heard an annoyed huff coming from her, but I didn’t pay her any mind.
“She doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Hurry up.” The tightness in her voice only confirmed her annoyance further. I was sure that I was not the only one who disregarded her in life.
People like Martina were simply an annoyance in my world. They had no business lurking within our circles. They reminded us of humanity and morality, all the things that you did not want.
“Fine.” Then I pulled the trigger, completing the task at hand.
I walked up to my awaiting bride. At first, her face was painted with annoyance, then the tension in her eyebrows eased as she took in my bruised knuckles and splatters of blood on my shirt. She then looked over my shoulder at Rodrigo and Alex, who had assisted me in disposing of the issue.
I rolled the tension out of my shoulders and came to stand next to her.
“Where the hell were you?” She pointed to my hands. “And why are your hands bruised like that?”
“Had to take care of an issue,” I said simply. It was best that we didn’t get into it over a man who was no longer here. “Why did you need me?”
She didn’t like that I didn’t answer her question, but she let it go. She then gestured in the direction of the exit that led out of the ballroom.
“It’s time for the bedding ceremony.”
I shook my head in disdain. “I cannot believe your people partake in such an ancient practice. Are you even a virgin? You won’t bleed.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s tradition.”
“So, what will we be presenting in the morning?”
It then dawned on me that I was expected to sleep with her tonight. Correction: I was tasked with fucking her tonight.
Memories of the kiss we had shared flooded my system again. We had only kissed for a few seconds, but even then, her sweet taste had been enough to get me curious. I wanted to know what her pussy tasted like. Was she sweet or were her juices bitter like her soul?
I stared at her face, wondering just how this woman would take my cock. Would she keep up or would she be overwhelmed with what I had in store for her?
Seemed like tonight was finally looking up.
Chapter Eleven
Savina’s POV
We stood on opposite sides of the room. I still had my dress on, but this man had taken off his jacket and was currently unbuttoning his shirt. I watched the way he unbuttoned it painstakingly slowly, until he allowed it to slip off his torso.
Just as I had suspected, the man was ripped. Every inch of his body was chiseled to utter and complete perfection.
“Like what you see?”
I really did, but I wasnn’t going to let him know that. “I’ve seen better.”
“Liar.” The blue in his eyes permeated more than the grey. I could see the hunger piercing through the black pupils and permeating toward me. “Come.”
“I don’t take commands from you.” Why was my body buzzing the way it was? And why did I feel this inclination to obey his command?
“Are you going to fight me at every turn? Even now?” The hunger in his eyes did something to me. It was an almost spiritual sort of thing, where I felt the buzz in my soul.
“Yes. I would much rather chew on rusted nails than yield to you, Andres.”
He shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips. “So stubborn. It shall be your downfall, mi amor.”
I gulped.
