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Eoghan
I was on a promise—Icould feel her ease with me, knew that when I took her into the bedroom, we’d probably enjoy something I’d been dreading since I’d learned I was being forced to marry into the Bratva.
Virgins weren’t my thing. ‘Deflowering’ them? Even less so.
But Inessa? She was like no virgin I’d ever come across. Just remembering the heat between us, the way she’d sank into my hold made my dick ache.
So as I stepped out of the elevator with my new wife’s hand in mine, I immediately froze at the sight before me because that promise of a semi-decent night in the sack? Ruptured beyond belief.
Before, it had been an advantage to walk straight into the apartment that I’d been gifted by my father after a successful mission. Now?
I regretted it.
Wholeheartedly.
Inessa, at my side, tensed and pulled her hand free from mine, and I couldn’t fucking blame her.
Outrage blurred into fury as I stared at the scene ahead.
“How the fuck did you get my entrance code?”
Leticia, frozen against the sofa, didn’t unthaw at my growl. If anything, her eyes turned into big, round, terror-filled globes as she stared at me, quivering.
Her tits also quivered, and because she was naked, every inch of her on display, I got a very private show of everything else that quivered too.
Inessa, like the goddamn queen she was—either that, or she was some kind of fucking saint—stalked past me and headed straight down the hall. I knew she didn’t have a clue where she was going, because she’d never been in the apartment before, but her intent was to escape, and I couldn’t fucking blame her.
She didn’t even slam the door when she went into, unluckily for her, the first room down the hall—my bedroom.
She just closed it quietly.
Quietly.
When she deserved to slap me, fuck, stab me. If anyone had disrespected me to this level, I’d probably have sliced their throat from ear to goddamn ear.
“Shut your fucking legs,” I snarled at my now ex-mistress.
She didn’t obey, but when I stalked toward her, she immediately snapped them closed, then finally defrosted and began to scuttle around the sofa.
“If you make me catch you, you’ll regret it,” I threatened, not about to take any bullshit.
I knew Leticia well enough to know that the freak got off on being chased, pinned down, and fucked—something that, sometimes, I was quite amenable to doing, but this was different.
She’d come into my home without an invitation, on my goddamn wedding day. What the actual fuck?
So no way in shit was I building up her arousal, even accidentally, when my new wife was a door away.
Leticia froze, and I saw she’d run over to her clothes which she’d left in a puddle on the floor.
The sight irritated me even more.
She knew I hated when she did that. How was I supposed to get a boner when there was mess on the fucking floor?
“How did you get in?” I snarled, my fists bunching at my sides.
“I-I saw you put it in a few times. That’s how I knew the code.”
