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"But you'll play the game when you want something for yourself? You want the money and the bratva and will do whatever it takes to get them, but you don't care what you do tome. The ends justify the means, right?"
Vlad gets to his feet, shoving his unfinished food into the takeout bag. "Think what you want,lisichka. It makes no difference to the situation."
"Wait a minute," I say, scurrying after him into the bedroom. "We have stuff to work out. Where am I gonna sleep?"
"With me."
I stop dead. "We discussed this, Vlad."
He closes the space between us so we're almost nose to nose. I refuse to back away from him, and he bristles at my defiance, snatching my wrist and pinning it to my side.
"Do it, I dare you," I sneer. "It wouldn't be the first time I've been hit. Cover me with bruises just a few days before our wedding. How will that look to your father's buddies, huh?"
Fuck knows where I'm getting the gall to sass him, but I've had enough. Yesterday another rich, entitled man wanted things I didn't wanna give, but this feels different.
"Morgana, you're gonna be my wife. We have to live it, so you'd better get used to having me close."
He's not causing me pain, but his grip is firm. He yanks me closer, and as I bump into his chest, he wraps his arm around my waist, leaning to speak in my ear.
"I'm not letting our first kiss be at the altar. Come on. Show me your best acting, and I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
One swipe of my nails would blind him, but what would be the point?
I watched him make Lili's sandwich with the meticulous approach of a surgeon, and I never thought he was capable of the warmth that came through when he spoke of her. Something in my perception of him has shifted.
It's not a seismic shift by any means. But reality is crumbling away, and hope unfurls like a fragile shoot in the space it leaves behind.
Can something good come of this? Is Vlad truly a monster, or will I marry a man of flesh and blood?
Let's find out.
"If you wanna kiss me, do it," I say.
Without missing a beat, Vlad lowers his lips to mine. His mouth is warm, his tongue teasing my lower lip. His scent is intoxicating, and despite everything, I melt into his arms, sliding my fingers through his hair. He pulls me tight against his body and kisses me deeper, releasing my wrist to slide his hand to the back of my neck. His fingertips massage the nape, and I let out an involuntary moan.
A voice inside screams at me.
Don't, Morgana. He's just a sexy, toxic, controlling bastard. Don't let him get to you. Break it off!
I pull away with a gasp.
Vlad grins. "If you kiss me like that on our wedding day, you're gonna give me a problem that is frowned upon in church."
I feel his erection against me, and I'm appalled to feel my pussy throb in response.
Jesus Christ. I really have a type, don't I?
"You said to give you my best acting," I say, pushing his hands off me. "Either you're easily impressed, or I've missed my calling."
Vlad's expression is hard to read. "A promise is a promise, Morgana. I'll get a shower and make myself comfortable in the lounge. I have somewhere to be tomorrow morning, so I booked the bridal appointment for ten a.m. Sasha will drop you off at the boutique. I'll meet you there and take you for lunch."
Moments ago, I was ready to fight him with claws and teeth for insisting on sharing a bed with me. Now I desperately want him to stay with me. Or on me. In me. Whatever.
"Okay," I manage. "Good night."
After Vlad leaves, I realize I have nothing to wear to bed. No big deal, I guess.
Oh, wait. Shit.
