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“An obedient wife wears wh-what her husband chooses,” she continues.
“Or nothing at all,” I correct, framing her sweet, perfect body between my hands and kissing my way down her breasts to her navel. She stifles a whimper.
“A wife should defer to her husband’s superior judgment,” she says, her eyes half-lidded now. “Since he has the benefit of patriarchal clairvoyance.”
“Always.”
I make it to the little bow and plant a kissright. There.“Now let’s talk about what happens when a wife doesn’t obey herhusband, how she’s subject to his extreme disappointment and firm correction. Aren’t you, Princess?”
She lets out a little squeal when I palm the wordBrideacross her ass. “But if you behave, I’ll show you a world of rewards and pleasure.”
I kiss the sweet vee between her legs and inhale the seductive scent of her arousal.
“Aleks,” she whispers, her voice a tremulous whisper.
“Shouldn’t that beMy Lord?”
Her wrists are in my hand, her body teeming with need when I stand. I want her so fucking badly.
“Polina will be here soon to help you get ready, and I have zero interest in my sister seeing me in boxers with a raging hard-on. I’m told the preparations are an all-day affair.”
She nods and bites her lip. “Yes.”
“I won’t see you until we take our vows, then.” I release her wrists to lean in and kiss her cheek. “Promise me you’ll behave.”
“Mmm.”
“I’ll be watching you.”
The sun breaks through the clouds over the horizon. The glimmer of sunrise looks like hope outside the window. Holding my gaze, she smiles. “I’ll count on it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harper
The day goesby in a sort of blur. I’m plucked and primped the preened until I feel like I’m ready for the red carpet. It’s a small group, though.
“I tried to hire help,” Polina says. “I had a hair stylist and a makeup artist and all sorts of specialists coming. I wanted to give you the best possible chance at knocking everyone’s socks off. I wanted every rival mafia group in the country to be drooling with jealousy.”
I look around the room. It’s me, Polina, Aria, one of Polina’s staff members, and a sleek little gray cat who happened to make herself known to me this very morning. Apparently, she’s Aleks’s and only likes him, but she wrapped herself around my legs and purred like we were old pals.
“Oh, she likes you,” Polina says. “Hisses at everyone else but she’s your buddy.”
Something in my chest loosens when she purrs. I’ve always wanted a cat, but my parents prohibited us from having pets.
“So what happened with the others you tried to hire?” I ask curiously. I’m fine with the smaller group but just curious.
She rolls her eyes and plants her hands on her hips. “Aleks, of course, the control freak.No one sees my future wife in her undergarments but her sisters,” she says in a perfect imitation of Aleks’s mild accent. “The more people we have, the greater the risk of a breach of security.”
I smile at her imitation of him, but a little pang of jealousy hits me. Is this what she grew up with? Men who actually cared about her wellbeing? It’s so foreign to me. My father would’ve taken out a loan to hire a team to prepare me so that I looked flawless and perfect, with no concern about what I wanted or my modesty, and my brother did anything my father made him do.
There’s a knock at the door. Since Polina’s hands are in my hair, she nods to Aria. “Can you get that?”
Aria fairly waddles over to the door. “One of the staff with some refreshments. Thank God, I amfamished.”
Polina snickers and winks at me. About an hour ago, Aria ate a fruit cup and a bagel laden with cream cheese, then rummaged through her purse for a packet of mixed nuts she downed in seconds because she said she was still starving. When that wasn’t enough, she found a bowl of dinner mints and polished off every one of them.
