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“Let’s talk calmly about the marriage.”
She smiles fondly at the table, tracing her fingers along the burnished wooden edge. “No, I don’t think I will.”
I balk. “Galina …”
“I said what I said.” Galina angles her hips to one side, smiling smugly. “How does it feel to be used?”
“I’m not using you!” She might as well have slapped me in the face. It would have hurt less than her snide remark. “I swear it!”
“The way you reacted to the news about Yevgeniy, you were less surprised than if I had told you your own birth date.”
Familiar anger surges through me again at her flippant reply, and it’s hard for me to keep my voice calm and even. “Why is it so difficult for you to believe that I had no idea Yevgeniy is your father?”
“Because you lie as easily as you breathe!” she snaps, matching my tone. “You think I’m naïve enough to think you’d tell me the truth? About anything?” She steps closer. Despite the difference in height, she gets right in my face, her eyes flashing with anger. “It doesn’t matter what you say or how you say it. I will never, ever believe a word you say without wondering what else you’re hiding from me.”
My jaw clenches tightly, and I feel control slipping through my fingers as I tower over her. But this time, she doesn’t retreat. She maintains her glare, even as our noses are about to touch.
“Then why are we even doing this?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Don’t be fucking stubborn, Galina,” I warn her.
“Or what?” Her sneer makes her pretty face into something impish, and I feel my cock leaping to life at the thought of wiping that smirk off her face. Her tongue rolls slowly over her lips in a wanton motion. “Are you going to punish me for standing up to you?”
She’s egging me on, and it’s working. Because she’s right. Every second she continues to defy me incites the monster within. Every second she stands here, refusing to bend, makes me want to break her, to conquer her, to remind her that she’s under my control. “Careful, Galina. You have no idea how thin the ice is under your own feet.”
She stabs her finger against my chest defiantly. “Fuck you!”
She parts her lips in surprise when I grab her by her left wrist.
“Enough!” Yanking her against me, I grip her lower back, my free hand seeking the curve of her ass as I grip her tightly against me. She yelps at my touch, responding to the visceral contact.
“I’ve spent enough time with you to know your weaknesses, Galina,” I whisper in her ear. My hand rises to tease its way into the crack of her ass through her dress until her breath quickens in response.
“Is that what you really believe?” she whispers as she presses her soft body against mine, daring me to do something.”
“Breaking you down … controlling you … is a skill I’ve already mastered. It’s easy.”
The warmth of her soft curves shivers against my body. Black creeps into the edges of my vision. My fingers tighten against her, savoring the feel of her flesh yielding to my touch. I’m about to lose control.
She tenses up like a piece of iron and thrashes in my grip. I let her go, giving her just enough space to back away until the table is a barrier between us. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are burning heat. I know she’s furious at me, but her nipples poking through her dress tell me what else I’ve done to her.
“Don’t you fucking call me that,” she snarls.
“Call you what, ptichka?”
“Easy,” she spits. “I’m no easier than you are.”
I laugh huskily in the base of my throat as I begin to circle the table to reach her. “I’m aware of the effect you have on me.” With each step, she tries to walk away, but both of us know there is no escape. “I want you all the fucking time.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and the outline of her nipples grows clearer with each step the two of us take around the table.
“I dream of you,” I whisper as I stalk her. “It’s pleasure and torture all combined into one big hard knot, like there’s a whole new organ inside my chest that pumps blood for you and you alone. I can’t escape it.”
Galina keeps pace with me, constantly moving so that we’re on opposite sides of the table, preventing me from closing the gap. She swallows visibly. The bobbing of her elegant throat sends a thrill through my blood.
As does the mixture of lust and fear mingling in her eyes.
