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Andrei leaned in and I shut my eyes. Maybe I should bite his lips when he comes close enough for me to.
He did come close enough to perch a light kiss on my lips. Gross.
Then he leaned in toward my ear. “Did you hear that, malysh?” he said in a whisper. “You are now officially mine.
Chapter 11 - Andrei
“Didn’t I tell you, malysh?” I moved closer to her, expecting her to pace back, but she didn’t. “You’re mine. Mine to torment, mine to punish, and mine to touch.”
Adrienne sneered at me, her beautiful gray eyes sparking with mischief. “You’re really a nutjob, aren’t you?” She folded her hands over her chest. “I’m not an item, Andrei. I do not belong to you.”
She walked to her bed and sank down on it, looking away from me.
Did she know how much her stubbornness turned me on? If she did, she wouldn’t try to argue with me. She would’ve tried to do as I said.
It’d been almost two hours since we got married. Two hours since I forced her to say I do.
After I leaned closer to her ear and marked her as mine, goosebumps spread across her skin and I heard her little yelp.
Adrienne was scared of me. I could see it despite how hard she tried to hide it, and I was glad she tried really hard to.
The last thing I wanted was a little white-haired Italian woman cowering with fear whenever she saw me.
Many people thought I was ruthless—I think I am too—yet I hated being feared, or maybe I just hated Adrienne fearing me.
What fun would all of this be if my sweet little malysh winced away whenever I walked close to her? I had no intention of finding out because I preferred it this way.
Her smart mouth did a lot of things to me. She made me as angry as she made me hard.
Her little fit before our wedding this afternoon was a good example. Her display of madness had sent blood rushing to my dick. I’d been hard. I’d wanted to throw her against the wall and bury my cock inside her at that moment.
Fuck. Even now, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to transform her furious yell into moans. I wanted to choke her while fucking her from behind.
I could barely control myself right now and she was instigating me to touch her with her stubbornness. My malysh would learn sooner or later that misbehaving wasn’t going to do her any good.
“I do not fucking belong to you!” She screamed at the top of her voice.
“You’re wrong, malysh. You do.”
She breathed. “Forget making me an item. What do you wish to do now?” she asked. “I’m certain you didn’t insist on marrying me just to keep me hostage forever and force me to birth little Russian spawns with your face.”
“You’re right, I didn’t marry you just so you can have my children.” Although I wouldn’t mind if she did. I needed an heir to continue this bloody business after I die.
“Our deal is sealed now, tell me everything about your father.”
She whipped her head toward me. “And Mario?”
Right, Mario. I had plans for that imbecile. Deadly plans.
It was hard to imagine his laughing face while my malysh suffered. I’d never wanted anything else the way I wanted to punish him.
I wanted to see him on his knees, begging to be spared, promising never to laugh again. I wanted him to kneel before Adrienne.
And I knew she wanted it too, but there was only one problem. Adrienne wouldn’t want me to kill him. She would want me to punish him, break him, and then have mercy on him.
I didn’t believe in mercy though, or perhaps I didn’t believe in her definition of mercy. I believed death was mercy, but I never gave assholes like him a clean death either.
I tortured them, made them bleed. I made their mercy painful because it was their punishment too.
