Page 45 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

I stared at him, my eyes burning. The promise wasn't pretty. It was blunt and rough around the edges—pure Kiryan. And that was exactly why it felt real.

"You said marrying you would be the biggest mistake of my life."

A muscle jumped in his brow. "I take that back."

"You can take back something you said?"

"Most people can't. I can." He paused, those dark-gray eyes locking on like a trap. "Because you agreeing to marry me is the best luck I ever got. I just figured it out too damn late."

It felt like he squeezed my heart in his fist—yet my mouth betrayed me and lifted at the corner.

"Has the great Mr. Morozov run out of apologies yet?"

"Not even close." He leaned in. "But if you keep pushing, I find another way to shut you up."

His gaze dropped to my lips. His breath brushed my skin. The threat in that line was so obvious my body lit up like live wire, my fingers curling against his chest.

He kissed me—hard, like he'd finally been given permission. I tipped my face up and took it. His stubble scraped, a sharp little burn. When his tongue pushed past my teeth, he stole my breath clean.

Under my palm, he was all hard heat. My hand clenched without thinking. He felt it and deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding down my waist, then lower—between my thighs.

I was already soaked.

His fingers circled over my panties and the sensation made my back arch. A sound broke out of me before I could swallow it.

Kiryan muttered a curse. He yanked my clothes off, fast. A second later I was bare, and he ground himself up my thigh, searching—finding me.

He started to pull at his pants—

The doorknob turned.

Kiryan moved like a weapon. He snatched the blanket and covered me completely. Darkness dropped over my head. I only heard the door swing open and Olga's big, no-nonsense voice.

"It's already two in the afternoon, ma'am—" She cut off.

Two?

I'd begged Olga to wake me early these next couple of days. Kiryan's birthday was less than ten days away. The seating chart, the cake, the wine list—I still had to sign off on everything. If I dragged this out any longer, the surprise I'd planned for him was going to turn into a disaster.

"Olga. Get out," Kiryan said, and for once he sounded more tired than angry.

"I knocked three times. You two were the ones who didn't hear it." She sounded amused. "Elena said she'd be up early to go over a few arrangements with me. Everyone downstairs has been waiting on her call. She didn't show, so I came to check." The smile was in her voice now. "Well. Now I know why. I'll shut the door for you. Nobody's coming back up."

I shut my eyes. My face burned even hotter.

Olga finished, then the door clicked closed.

Kiryan lifted a corner of the blanket, and light spilled back in. His mouth twitched like he couldn't stop the grin.

"This is all your fault," I muttered.

"Yeah?" His voice went low. "Who was the one holding onto me like she wasn't letting go?"

I yanked the blanket over my head again. He wrapped an arm around me, and his laugh rumbled through the fabric, vibrating right through my chest.

Last night's apology. This morning's promise.

For a second, I actually believed God might have decided to cut me a break.