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Mine,I thought savagely.My wife. My possession.
My enemy,a voice whispered at the back of my head.
I looked down at the hand holding my drink, the one that now displayed a black wedding band to match her gold one. It was finally done. I was married. It was a peculiar feeling, knowing that I had erased another person’s name in favor of mine.
I had promised her love, honor, and respect. From this day until our dying day. And even though this wedding had been held under both duress and pretense, there was still an undeniable attraction that both Elia and I felt. There was no hiding that. I’d felt that the moment I cornered her back in New York, and I’d felt it again when she took my cock in her throat.
She had surprised me, that was for sure. I knew she was a virgin. That had been in the contract, and I would be the first and only man to know and touch her.
But the way she took my cock on the highway told me that she wasn’t fullyinexperienced.There was no way that she hadn’t sucked a cock before. From the moment her lips wrapped around me, it took everything I had not to immediately spill myself into her mouth.
My groin tightened, and I adjusted my stance, eager for the rest of the party to wind down so that I might take her back to my penthouse and bury myself between her thighs.
“You look comfortable.”
I turned and found Boris beside me, a drink in his hand. “I’m fine.”
“You know you can be honest with me, right, Alyosha?” Boris chuckled. “You haven’t taken your eyes off your bride since the moment she walked away.”
Frowning, I took a sip of my drink. Had I really been so blatant? Normally, I was much better at hiding my emotions. But when I was around Elia, it was almost as if I couldn’t control myself anymore.
“It’s because of earlier,” I lied quickly.
“Should never have touched her,bratok,” Boris replied. “Not until tonight.”
He wasn’t wrong. I should never have taken it that far, but she had forced my hand. I needed to remind her that this wasn’t a normal wedding. That there was more at stake than either of us could understand. But above all that, I wasn’t about to let her disrespect me further. I had to put her in her place.
Because if I didn’t, there might be others who would seek to take advantage of my perceived weakness.
Yet in that moment, everything had backfired. Instead of regaining control, I found myself losing more and more of it. Where my mind was supposed to focus on the Bratva and the schemes of Uncle Misha, it turned instead toward Elia. To her defiant gaze. Her tempting lips. And her full, curvaceous hips.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” Boris was asking, a note of mocking concern in his voice. “I can stand guard.”
I looked over at him, the one who knew my darkest secrets and the foul deeds my father had forced me to do. “I think I can handle a single Tarallo girl on my own, Borya.”
“So you claim, Alyosha.” He grinned. “And come the morning, I’m sure I’ll hear that she tied you up and cut your balls off while you slept.”
Now it was my turn to grin. “I don’t think that Elia will be coming after my balls tonight.”
Though a nagging feeling of suspicion hung in the back of my mind. I suspected that she would dosomething.Would she try to avenge her brother? Or would her own lust for me overpower her as it had on the highway? No matter which way she chose, I knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember.
It had been a long time since someone excited me like this. And that was the honest truth. Elia excited me. Perhaps it was her sheer defiance. Or perhaps it was the way she fought with herself in a vain attempt to hide her own desires.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was because she had shown me a sliver of what she would be like in bed. The last thing I wanted was a wife who just lay there and took it. If I had to be married against my own will to the daughter of my enemy, I at least wanted her to be able to match me stroke for stroke.
And so far, Elia seemed to promise that she would do just that. Putting a baby in her wouldn’t be a herculean task; I was certain of that.
“Then I expect to see you at the meeting tomorrow.” Boris clapped me on the back, laughing. “Preferably in one piece.”
I didn’t respond as he walked away. A few minutes later, my sister Alya found me, her eyes shining.
“Alyosha,” she stated. “It was a beautiful wedding, dear brother. I do hope you will be happy with her.” Then she added, “And safe.”
Promise me, Alyosha!
“I will be, Alya,” I replied lightly. Whatever concerns my sister had, she still had a sense of romanticism in her.
“And try to be a little nice.” Alya shrugged. “Anyone that is brave enough to try and run away from you is bound to give you a run for your own money.”
