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Katya leaned over and grabbed the stapler from the corner of my desk. Her smile never faltered; in fact, it was paired with an evil glint in her eyes now.
She’d never looked more lovely. Did she know how hot it made me to see her this way? How I wanted to rip her dress off her beautiful body and bend her over my desk? Lying next to her every night but not touching her was getting to me. Perhaps I should tell her. Or just do it.
I debated this as she clicked the stapler. Then she leaned back in her chair.
“Just to be clear,” she said with a voice sweet as sugar. “If I ever find you stepping out on me, I will staple your balls to your dick. Literally. Just because we don’t have a conventional marriage, doesn’t mean you can go your merry way.”
Ah. Now she was getting to the heart of the matter.
“Explain conventional to me.”
Her lips thinned. “You know exactly what I mean.”
I did. So, I’d forced her to marry me, and hadn’t explained to her why. But I never lingered on the past. My mind was on something else.
“You mean how we’re not fucking like bunnies, despite this technically being our honeymoon? Do you want me do describe how I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless?”
“That’s…”
“I want to put my hands all over you. I want to take your nipple into my mouth and suck on it. By that time, you’d be riding my leg, your pussy hitting my skin over and over.”
She jumped up, her pupils dilated. “Fuck you.”
I sighed. “If only.”
She slammed the stapler back onto my desk. Then she surprised me by not storming out but holding her ground.
“Who is that woman?” she growled.
Sometimes my Katya was like a dog with a bone. But I didn’t think she would appreciate me pointing that out. Speaking of dogs, I was already in the doghouse, and common sense told me to come clean on the Evie thing. Judging by Katya’s clenched fists and scowl, this was not the time to push her. Fuck, I wanted to push her buttons though. Then I wanted to push my dick inside of her so deep that she wouldn’t know where I began and she ended.
“It’s Evie Ryan.”
She blinked “The senator’s daughter? Why would you—”
I didn’t want her to know. Didn’t want to sully her bubbly brightness with my shitty family history. However, her set jaw told me she wouldn’t let this go.
“Evie and I share a father.”
“She’s your sister?” Katya sat her pretty ass on the corner of my desk.
“I wouldn’t call her that.” I never thought of Evie that way. She was just a part of the sperm donor’s family.
Katya seemed to think otherwise because she exclaimed, “Oh my God, you have a sister.” She frowned. “Doesn’t the senator also have a teenage son?” Then her eyes grew large. “You also have a brother.”
I shook my head. “My only brothers are my blood brothers, my Bratva.” The senator’s other child, his prized pony, his son, wasn’t on my radar yet. The kid had just begun high school and I didn’t involve kids in my schemes.
She gave me a questioning look, but I kept my face passive. I didn’t want to talk about this with her. I wanted to talk about being sexually frustrated. Scratch that, I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to act, to conquer, to fuck my own damn wife.
There was a shine in her eyes though, that stated she wouldn’t let this go. At least she was speaking to me again. Guess that was an improvement. Except I knew how her mind worked. Not only did my woman have a mind of her own, but she also had a gentle heart. She had a knack for trying to help people who she believed needed help. Something which happened to get her into trouble on more than one occasion.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.
She gave me big innocent eyes. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I don’t need your help. This woman is not my family. If I find you anywhere near her, you’ll be sorry.”
Her spine stiffened. “Are you threatening me?”
