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Across the lounge, Vlad appears, framed in the dressing-room doorway. He's stark naked.
I squeal and cover my eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I live here, and I'm getting dressed. It's courteous to respond when a lady speaks, right?"
"Yes. But I'm happy to wait a moment while you put your cock away!"
"Why?"
This is ridiculous. I take my hands away from my face and place them on my hips.
"You're being pretty childish now, Vlad."
He leans against the door jamb and raises an eyebrow at me. "Isthatchildish?" he asks, pointing at his junk. “It has some heft,lisichka. I'm exhausted from carrying it around all day."
I burst into giggles. I can't help it. He dresses, leaving his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the edge of his chest plate tattoo, and my mouth goes dry. He's so fuckingbeautiful. It should be illegal. How can he be even sexier with his clotheson?
"Morgana, listen," Vlad takes my hand. "We're laughing now, and I'm glad, but I know you're pissed about tonight."
I want to deny it, but what's the point? When we danced, all the surrounding bullshit faded away. He felt it, just as I did.
"I'm gonna go out and drink. I'll cringe through a lap dance or two and watch my idiot brothers dancing like morons, but I promise you this." He kisses the back of my hand. "I won't fuck anyone. A man who cheats is no man at all."
"Even in a sham marriage?"
"Yes." He tucks my hair behind my ear. "You might always hate me. Who knows? Perhaps I'll never be able to change that. And I don't know how to do the love thing. But if you want my touch, my body, you only need to ask. I want you more than you can possibly know."
I'm astonished. I never thought he'd keep himself only for me. He could have anyone. Supermodels, actresses. Women who want to be a part of his world.
"Whyme, Vladi?"
He touches my cheek, his thumb grazing my lip. "You hit me like a train, Morgana. By the time you ruined my suit with ice cream, I was already half-gone. If it weren't for these bullshit circumstances, I'd try to be the man you deserve instead of the messed-up, brutish prick you're stuck with."
"I never fell for a sweet man," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smiles. "I don't think you realize what my desire really is,lisichka. I don't do the lovey-dovey stuff—it's too easy. Other men may have brought you flowers and asked to hold your hand, but once you're mine, I'll kill anyone who looks at you and then fuck you through the damn wall."
That sounds insane, but he doesn't care because he means it. Why is that sohot?
"Will you do something for me before you leave?"
"Anything." His lips are on my neck. "Name it."
"Kiss me. And not like the man I deserve. Kiss me like the man you are. Make me understand what I'm getting myself into."
He pulls away and stares at me, searching my face. "You sure? This is your chance to tell me you're joking."
I nod.
Vlad's hand flies to my throat, warm and tight, and he grips it firmly enough to draw a shocked squeak from me. His other hand is under my ass, effortlessly scooping me off my feet. He moves quickly, dumping me on the vanity as he pushes himself between my thighs, and I lose my balance, catching myself on my hands. His lips are hot, his tongue delving into my mouth as he holds my neck like a vise. His other hand massages my hip, slipping beneath my shirt.
I'm shocked at how strongly my body reacts to him. My nipples pebble against his chest, and his hand finds one of the stiff little peaks. He rolls it between his fingers as he moves against me, the friction sends zinging flashes of pleasure through my core.
"I'll keep my promise," Vlad murmurs against my lips, "but I don't have control here, Morgana. No fucking way. You're killing me." He breaks away. "I have to go. The car is waiting. I don't want to finish this only to have to leave you."
"You assume too much. I said a kiss. Nothing else."
"Whatever you say. But will you do something for me?"
