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“Same characters, different settings.”
“Some stories keep repeating themselves because the desire for power and money makes the world turn.” She pushes herself up and turns so we’re facing one another.
“If the money never lands in my hands and the will gets contested, I won’t hold you to our vows. I’m going into this thing with eyes wide open, and I don’t expect you to stick around if the threat takes care of itself.”
“I’m in this for the long run.”
“What are you saying?”
“I hate fake shit. The stuff that pretends to be sugar is a travesty. Pleather is an insult to anyone with half a brain. Porn isn’t a replacement for holding a real human.” I fold our hands together. “I’m going to treat this as a real marriage. You are my wife. There are no caveats, exclusions, or extenuating circumstances that will change that. We said our vows and exchanged rings. We are married. That’s it.”
“That doesn’t sound very mobster of you.”
“Men in my world make a choice and then live with the consequences.” I rub my finger over my wedding band. “Once you marry into the Bratva, there is no trap door.”
“As far as wedding speeches, that’s not my favorite one.” She shifts away. “You could’ve fluffed it up with promises of multiple orgasms and freezers stocked with chocolate ice cream.”
“My love, that’s assumed.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to take my word for it—”
“You can kick out the stragglers now. I’m ready to see if my fake husband can fulfill his duties.”
“I’m the real deal, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lina
Stasia and Vlad argue their way out of the suite, and my husband closes the door with a decisive click. Feeling an unfamiliar need pulse between my legs, I nervously watch him take my hand and lead me into the bedrooms.
“So—” Yuri’s mouth falls against mine with ferocious need before my awkward segue can escape. The man knows how to make my knees tremble. Grasping his arm, I hold on as he takes the kiss deeper and deeper. Will he always kiss this way?
“You can feel it, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper before he kisses me again, starting with more tenderness than he left off with. I dig my fingers into his muscled back and hear him make a sound of pleasure low in his throat. Is it a growl or a rumble? Whatever it is, sounds utterly masculine.
Moaning into his mouth, I feel one hand move to my throat while the other digs into my hair. I’m under his control and feel my breasts ache and the pulse between my legs become more insistent.
“You will deny me nothing.”
“Nothing,” I repeat as he presses his mouth against mine again. This kiss is softer. Slower. Making me feel like I’m floating through the sky.
A sweet thrill zips through me when he groans and slides his hand down to my breast. I arch closer and feel his thumb rub across the stiff peak of my nipple. “Show me what the stars look like.”
Another low growl erupts from his chest, and he sweeps me into his arms and drops me down on the bed. I feel dwarfed underneath him and know he could conquer anyone who would dare harm me.
“Did you make the dress?”
“What?”
“Is this one of your creations?”
“No. I didn’t have time.”
“Good.” He grabs the neckline and rips it like it’s tissue paper. “I’m not feeling patient.”
Shocked laughter flies out as he pushes my bra up and puts his beautiful mouth on my breasts. My eyes slide shut as he sucks one hard nipple and then the other. Back and forth. It’s so insanely good. I know that if he keeps it up, I will climax.
I dig my fingers into his hair and am surprised when he rears up and presses his fingers gently into my jaw. “Yes, husband.”
