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Zia's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. She was no one's possession, and she wouldn't let Lev forget it.
“I am not just anyone, Mr. Nikolai. Like I said before, I am your wife now, and I believe you’re not cruel enough to murder your own wife,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins.
Lev's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to consider her words for a moment. Then, he let out a low laugh.
“You are a beautiful and stubborn creature, Zia,” he said, tracing a finger along her jawline. “You’re more interesting than I’d have ever thought. Let’s see where that smart mouth of yours gets you.”
Leaning toward her, he leveled his lips against hers and kissed her so intensely that her body pressed to melt against his, and her mind turned to a mush.
Chapter 8 - Lev
Lev’s cock thickened in his pants as he kissed Zia. She was delicious, and her soft scent was more sensual and intoxicating than any alcohol he’d ever had.
Just kissing her brought back memories of last night. Memories of her clenching around him while he laid his claim on her. He’d not suspected that she was untouched, but when she gasped out in pain and he felt how tight she was, he wished he’d restrained a little bit more. He didn’t regret it, though; She was bound to be his either way.
She stopped kissing him back and backed away from him. Red bubbled on her cheeks as she panted like a rabid animal on heat. She could fight it all she wanted, but he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Her moans, clenching and melting from last night, couldn’t be faked. She liked him more than she would admit to herself for now. But with time, she would realize she couldn’t fight him—she would have to give into the dark desires lurking beneath her surface.
And he would wait until she was ready.
“We’re married now, aren’t we?” Her breast heaved as she drew in a breath. “I’m exhausted. I’d like to go to my room now.”
“I’ll ask Polina to prepare something for you to eat,” he offered. She hadn’t taken another bite out of her food since he told her about their marriage this morning. It was evening already, and she hadn’t asked for anything to eat yet.
She narrowed her eyes on him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead already. “Is that you pretending to be nice?”
“You’re my wife. It’s only normal that I try my very best to keep you alive,” he said, amused at how she was ready to pick up a fight with him whenever he spoke to her. She was feisty, adorably so.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she scoffed. “If you wanted to keep me alive, you would have let me go.”
“Letting you go would mean letting you get hurt. I will not repeat myself again.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was only half the truth. He was so drawn to her when they met at the club that the idea of making her his fascinated him.
The attack and keeping her safe only made his desires valid because truth be told, he wouldn’t have cared if it were anyone else but her.
“We need to straighten things out. I need to know your expectations so I can cut them short,” she said firmly. “Don’t expect me to play the role of Lev’s little wife.”
She turned around to leave with collided with Konstantin.
Both their eyes widened as they backed away from each other. Zia hadn’t noticed Konstantin walk up behind her, and he hadn’t expected the woman he disliked the most to walk straight into him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know you were behind me.”
Lev smiled at how she seemed to be nice and polite with everyone else who wasn’t him. It was not hatred he smelled on her when she was close; it was rage and something darker: lust.
She lowered her head and walked away before Konstantin could muster a reply. His gaze followed her until she disappeared out of the double doors, then he looked at me. “It’s not even an hour since you got married, and you’re already arguing?”
Lev’s lips twitched. “Turns out my shiny new wife is a fighter. She has a mouth that does not go well with her delicate body.”
Konstantin huffed out a sigh as if tired of listening to Lev talk like a lovesick teenage boy. “Your brothers are here.”
That was enough to bring Lev back to his senses. “Which ones?”
“Your younger brothers. ThePakhansomehow heard about the attack and wants to speak with you,” he said.
“Does he know about my marriage?”
Konstantin shook his head. “Not yet. But you’ll have to tell him soon.”
