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I grit my teeth and dig my heels in. “No. She deserved to be called out. The only thing I would take back is the plastic surgery comment. She was enough of a bitch that I didn’t need to bring her looks into the equation.”
He glowers at me for a moment… and then he bursts out laughing.
I stare at him in shock. “You’re… you’re laughing.”
“Because you’re funny,moya zhena. And Yustina deserved it. Even the crack you made about the work she’s had done.”
Tension flows out of me, replaced by relief. “I thought you’d be furious.”
He shakes his head. “I’mproud, Paige. You held your own. You looked like a true Bratva wife. It took everything I had in me not to stand and clap.”
I smile shyly. “She’s probably not too happy with me.”
“No, probably not. But you are my wife, and she has to swallow her pride or risk being on the outs with you. No smart woman would take that risk.”
“I’m not about to blacklist her or anything like that,” I say. “I just want her to know that she can’t go around talking about Cyrille in that way.”
His eyes soften as he steps closer and takes my hand. “You’re too good for this world, my love.”
My heart does a little backflip. “I want to fit in. It’s too early for me to make enemies.”
“Having enemies is what makes you Bratva.” He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses each finger. “You look very sexy in this dress, by the way.”
“Deadly, too. Don’t forget I’m armed and dangerous tonight.”
“How could I forget?” He runs his fingers up my thigh. Then he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his body. “You should be wearingmyknife, though. Not another man’s.”
“Then you should have offered meyourknife,” I counter.
“Are you going to give me a tongue lashing now, too?”
“I’ll leave the tongue lashings to you,” I purr suggestively. “They’re one of your many talents.”
“You’re asking for trouble.”
I bat my eyelashes. “Maybe trouble is what I want.”
The heat between us is an inferno. It’s burning up all of my worries and anxiety. Every single scrap of my inhibitions.
When Misha spins me around so I’m facing my own reflection in the mirror, I don’t even startle. I plant my hands on the wall obediently, ready and willing.
He raises my dress, revealing the black thong I’m wearing. “Fuck,” he says, hissing between his clenched teeth.
He snaps the thin string with one sharp tug before he kisses his way between my legs. When his tongue slides down my slit, I can barely remember that we have a room full of important guests just across the hall. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but I don’t have the strength to make Misha stop.
His tongue works inside of me as his hand wraps around my hip to circle my clit. I lose all semblance of self-consciousness, sticking my ass out to let him eat me out from behind.
“Misha,” I gasp.
I grip the sides of the table and try to keep my screams from being heard over the music and chatter from the other room.
I’m dripping with desire when Misha rises to stand behind me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I don’t look away as he lines his cock up with my pussy. His eyes are feral. There is only raw lust and possession.
In one thrust, Misha seats himself inside of me.
“Misha!” I grip the table harder to stay upright as he slides out and drives into me again.
Each time he does, his name falls from my lips. I’m sure someone can hear us, but I can’t keep it in. I give myself over to him.
