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Chapter 3 - Roman
I couldn’t stop smiling the entire drive from the circus of a wedding thrown at Feliks’s Taj Mahal complex to the only slightly more demure mansion he’d bought us as a wedding gift. At first I’d unequivocally refused it. That wasn’t how I rolled. I just always paid my own way for everything, since my first part-time job at thirteen to help put food on the table. But Feliks had insisted, saying we were family now, and I didn’t want him to go back on his offer of his daughter.
The two weeks of our engagement I felt like I was walking on eggshells, expecting everything to come tumbling down around my ears. I was certain that Feliks had done an investigation on me, probably after our very first meeting when I pitched him the investment opportunity of a lifetime. There was nothing that traced me back to the Morozovs so it had been easy to dupe my enemy. Our enemy, since I was doing this for my newfound family. Still, I couldn’t quite believe my luck, even with the knot firmly tied. It was a good thing Feliks Dryga was so damn greedy and couldn’t resist adding my fortune to his own.
As we pulled into the private drive leading up to our new home, I snuck a peek at said daughter, my new bride. Right after the ceremony she had changed out of the poofy dress that nearly ate her alive into a simpler, more form-fitting white gown. She seemed so stunned after the vows were over I didn’t think she registered one of her female family members leading her back up the stairs. She didn’t seem to come around to realizing where she was until we were dancing.
At first I thought she was going to thaw a little, might have even gotten a little response when I got right up close and told her I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Not a lie, and instead of getting the desired result, the scrawny kid who’d been staring at her with sad cow eyes the entire evening came over and hauled her onto the dance floor. I might have decked him if she hadn’t looked as annoyed at the kid as I felt.
The headlights hit the front of our big, modern style mansion, reflecting off the high windows to make her turn her head and catch me staring at her. I kept my smile in place and she offered me a weak one in return. God, she really was so very beautiful, with all her long blonde hair falling out of its complicated style, her cheeks rosy from sipping wine and dancing.
We headed up the porch stairs and at the last second I swept her into my arms to carry her over the threshold. At first she went completely stiff, then relaxed, even giggling. I liked the feel of her lush curves under the thin, slippery fabric of her dress, and the glimpse of her long legs when the skirt rode up her thighs had me hard in an instant.
No, I really couldn’t believe my good luck. I was in. How long would it take to find the information necessary to help dismantle the Dryga organization so I could hand it all over on a silver platter to my father? Getting to bed Karine the ice princess was the icing on the cake. If only she’d stop looking so miserable.
We’d been having a good time while we danced and talked at the reception. Things had only gone south when the kid—Demian, the one who’d been staring at her, had come and pulled her onto the dance floor. Then she’d gone from warm and friendly to chilly all over again.
Well, damn. Had I broken up a young couple in love? Good. I wanted nothing less than complete and total annihilation of the Dryga organization. It was the best and fastest way to prove myself.
“Why don’t you run up and get ready for bed?” I suggested, pulling out my phone. “I need to catch up with my brother. It’ll be midmorning in Japan, so it’s a good time to reach him.”
The cover story I’d given of Sergei being unable to get out of speaking at a conference had been half true. He was currently in Tokyo, but if this wedding had been real, nothing could have kept him from being my best man. He thought the whole plan was foolhardy and was refusing to acknowledge I was legally married, which I supposed was for the best since it would eventually have to end.
“Okay,” she said softly and scurried up the wide, curving staircase.
I watched her, my hands curling in anticipation of claiming my sweet bride. Settling in the kitchen to give her a little privacy to take a shower and slip into whatever sexy nightie she had planned, I assessed what I knew about Karine. We’d been on three awkward dates since the engagement was announced and she had been polite and charming enough, but far too quiet to really learn anything about her. Anything I could get out of her was fairly surface level.
All I really could glean from her was that she was completely loyal to her father. A Dryga, through and through. If she figured out who I really was, she’d put a bullet through my skull without batting her pretty green eyes. It was important I keep it in the back of my mind at all times that she was every bit the enemy that Feliks was, despite her fresh face and inviting curves.
Sergei didn’t answer my call, so I left him a brief message telling him it was done and he’d have to talk to me eventually. Then I headed upstairs to find Karine standing in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, steam still rolling out of the giant marble shower. She was wrapped in a fluffy black towel that matched the sleek, modern fixtures, and I was drawn to her like a hapless moth to the only light source for miles around.
Standing behind her, I drew her close to me, her plump ass nestling irresistibly against my already stiffening cock. She held herself just as stiffly, gripping the sink in front of her.
“You really are so damn beautiful, Karine,” I said. That was the truth and there was no denying it.
She snorted and shrugged free of my arms locked around her shoulders, heading out into the bedroom. My ego was dented and continued to sting even after a bracing shower. When I joined her in the bedroom, she was curled up in an oversized white armchair, wearing a slinky nightgown that made me forget everything while causing my blood to race in my veins. Straight downward.
“I’m sorry for being rude,” she said begrudgingly, looking up at me with her face scrubbed free from all the wedding makeup.
I ambled over to her side and reached for her hand, which she slowly held out to me. “Don’t even think about it,” I said, pulling her off the chair and back into my arms where she belonged. “Everything’s happening so fast.”
“Yes, about that,” she said, hiding her face against my chest.
I tipped up her chin and tried to look reassuring. Tried not to get lost in her eyes. “You’re mine now, Karine,” I said, lowering my mouth to hers.
She slithered out of my grasp like a minnow. “I think I’d feel more comfortable sleeping apart for the first few nights,” she said, biting her lower lip. Her chest rose in a deep breath, pushing her breasts up against the lace edge of her nightgown and pushing my patience to the breaking point.
I gently tugged her back, running my hands down her back in the way that had made her lean closer to me while we’d been dancing. “That doesn’t seem like a very good start,” I said, hoping to change her mind.
She leaned against me, swaying along to my movements as I caressed her smooth back, all the way down to the curve of her ass. When I cupped her, she sighed and tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering closed. I leaned down to take her mouth and she jerked back with a gasp.
“I’d rather—”
Tired of her games, I jerked her close, pinning her soft body to mine. “You’re my wife now,” I reminded her. “And this is our honeymoon.”
The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with Karine on top of me, her closed fist hurtling toward my face. I was able to turn in time to save my nose but she punched me hard in the jaw, pulling back for another in quick succession, then leaning her elbow on my throat.
I was stunned at her fighting skill and the fact she took me so completely by surprise. A little bit impressed and more than a little turned on.
