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He buried his head into my neck, his breath hitching, muscles shivering as we unraveled together, feeling the warm moisture of our intense session burst between our legs.
I collapsed on his chest, breathing hard, as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight until we caught our breath.
Igor gently untangled my legs from his waist, tenderly stroked my hair behind my ears, and kissed my sweaty forehead. He went over to the bathtub to run some water.
“Come on,” he said and came back to help me off the counter. It was a good thing he did because my knees were wobbly, and I was barely able to stand straight.
I looked at him in bewilderment as I stood by the tub, still shaking.
“It will help with the soreness,” he said flatly. “Get in.”
I didn’t have the strength to question him or argue, so I slowly slipped in, and was surprised when he slid in behind me. Still catching my breath, I leaned back on his body, resting my head on his shoulders as we both stayed quiet.
Never had I imagined such an endearing gesture from Igor, my chest tightened as my orgasm-riddled brain tried to process everything that just happened.Was everything he just saidand did to me to get to the envelope?
As he brought me back to his bed, he let out a gruff laugh. “We were supposed to wait until the wedding night.”
“Pfft, that’s so old-fashioned.” I giggled.
He whispered a string of words in Russian and, soon after, I fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 12 - Igor
I stood in front of a long mirror, smoothing a slight wrinkle in my crisp black suit as I adjusted my bow tie with a cold, steely gaze. The day had finally come when Grace and I had to stand in front of a group of people to exchange vows and then say, “I do.”
The corner of my lip tilted upwards. So, there I was, another Varkov man to marry, and all for the good of our organization. Once I secure the envelope from Grace, we'll have more power and protection than ever before, we'll be untouchable, even to the police and the FBI.
I knew I had my work cut out with her stubbornness and temperament. I would have to be patient and break her spirit slowly. But in the meantime, I would enjoy her beautiful body. Most of all, I was looking forward to the moment when it would be publicly announced that Grace was now mine — Mrs. Grace Varkov.There was no turning back, little princess.
With this last thought, I left the dressing room and went into the garden, where Alexei had set up a beautiful decoration with the help of some of the family's event planners. I tugged on the bow tie again as I marched through the soft, mown grass, feeling a little uncomfortable with the tight hold of the elastic band on my neck.
The entire feeling was unreal.Iwas getting married.
I remembered a time when I was younger and Vlad, Damien and I would gather in one of the training houses to get ammunition, play around with firearms, and talk about a bunch of nonsense that I could barely remember — that was Damien and me, anyway. Vlad had always been the tough, domineering boss. It didn’t take much for me to remember what we talked about life, the Bratva, and the future. Then, while we inspected the magazines and practiced aiming our guns, Damien spoke highly of the Bratva and how much he wanted to be like Vlad. I joked about
the cities we would control and how much fun it would be for me to lead a part of the organization.
We talked about everything but the possibility of ever getting married. But years later, Vlad and Damien and even Andrei, Vlad’s right-hand man, had their own families, and now I walked past a few rows of chairs to the front where the priest was waiting, cursing the tight elastic band around my neck.
Fucking hell!
The guest list had been deliberately kept minimal. We wanted to keep it intimate and personal. Amongst the selected few were my cousin, the Bratva boss, Vlad Varkov, and Alexei, my second-in-command. Due to their far distances, neither Damien nor Andrei could make it.
I greeted Vlad briefly, before marching up to the podium to wait for my bride, and it didn’t take long before she appeared. The second I laid eyes on her, I felt... I felt...Fuck!I didn’t know how I felt. I couldn’t process the sudden warmth that traveled from my head down my spine or the tingles in my fingers as I watched her walk up the aisle. Her steps were brisk yet calculated and, her eyes, shifty, like she intently studied every guard and exit.
I knew her escape plans were still deeply harbored in that strong-willed heart of hers.
She climbed the short steps, clutching a handful of her white dress tightly as she soberly took her place beside me, and I turned to face her. Oh God! She was so beautiful... so fucking beautiful I could take her right there and then if I didn’t have an ounce of dignity. She shone like an enchanting light bulb hanging in a dark forest between tall trees that needed just a little light to survive.
Probably not the best illustration,but she was that burst of illumination, and it stole my fucking breath away, sucking the oxygen from my lungs, leaving me utterly speechless. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but think that I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.
She looked elegant and refined, her white dress flowed gracefully around her, and her veil lent a mystical air to her presence.
When her green eyes met mine, I saw in her gaze the turmoil of emotions that raged within her. We stood facing each other and the priest began. Shortly afterward, it was time to exchange our vows.
Alexei handed me the gold wedding band and I lifted her hands and placed the ring on the tip of her manicured, slender finger.
I cleared my throat and looked her in the eye.
