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I pop a piece of lamb into my mouth, unintentionally moaning at the way the flavor melts on my tongue. He clamps his hand on my thigh.
“If you’re going to make that noise while you eat, I’m going to bend you over the table right here and now.”
I nearly choke on the next bite of food I take as he smirks at me. Coughing, I reach for the glass of water and take a long sip. Ivan happily eats his food as if he didn’t just threaten to fuck me in the middle of a restaurant.
Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he always get what he wants? I’m screwed.
Ivan puts down his fork and knife, wiping his mouth with the napkin before looking at me. “The arrangements are made, Sophia. Whether you like it or not, you better get used to it.”
“We don’t have to.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I thought you were smarter than that.”
“I do get it.” I consider ramming the knife through his eye and being done with the entire matter. I should have poisonedhim while I had the chance. “But I refuse to believe that there isn’t something else you want.”
“All I want is you, doll.” He looks at me with a wicked smile. “And if you try to run away, it’s your family who will pay the price.”
Chapter 8 - Ivan
What the fuck am I doing with my life?
I adjust my tie in the mirror, still wondering how the hell I’m getting married today. It’s not something that I ever thought would happen. I was a free man. I slept with who I wanted, and I never considered settling down.
Now, I’m about to walk through the wooden double doors on my right and to the podium where I’ll meet my bride.
This is not just a business deal. I want Sophia.
Since the moment I met her, she has consumed my thoughts and my dreams. I haven’t slept with anyone else, instead settling for fantasies of her and my hand when I need relief. Tonight, all that is about to change. I’m going to bury myself into my new little wife and finally feel her wrapped around my cock. I’ll be able to get the relief I need soon.
Maybe then I will be able to get my mind back on the business instead of on her.
I sigh and run a hand through my hair, trying to style it. Even if this wedding isn’t something I ever thought I would want, I know it’s important to look good for the pictures. This is the only wedding that Sophia is ever going to have. It might not be the wedding she’s always dreamed of, but I can do the bare minimum to make it right.
I shouldn’t give a shit what she thinks about the marriage. She’s only doing this to save her family. She hates me.
Although, her body doesn’t hate me. She reacts to every touch, even if she barely feels it. Later tonight, I’m going to break down that hate until she is begging for me to touch her.
“It’s time to go,” Nik says as he walks into the room with his tuxedo jacket draped over his shoulder. “The seats are all filled, and the families are waiting.”
“Good.” I finish arranging my hair and adjust the collar of my shirt. “Has she arrived yet?”
“The people we have following her say that her car is on the way. She should arrive anytime now.”
For some reason, my heart starts to race. It pounds against my ribcage, threatening to break out of my chest. My stomach ties itself into a knot before I sigh and head for the double doors.
It’s time to get married.
Nik grins at me, patting me on the shoulder, as we walk through the doors. The vineyard’s event hall is draped with pale blush and gold-toned fabrics. Light shines through the windows surrounding the hall, the vineyards stretching to the horizon. A crimson-colored runner marks the aisle my bride will walk down soon.
With a smile, I take my place next to the officiant and look at the faces of the friends and family who have gathered for the wedding. Nik, Roman, and my cousin Kirill stand next to me and watch the door.
On the other side of the officiant’s podium, stands a pretty woman with dark hair cascading down her back and dark eyes that glisten with rage as she glares at me.
This must be Sophia’s best friend. The one who let her borrow the membership to get into the club. Hazel Hudson.
I doubt that I’m going to be in her good books anytime soon. Though I might not know how much she knows what’s going on, it’s clear that Hazel doesn’t like me.
That’s fine. Hazel doesn’t have to like me. I’m getting married to Sophia and that’s all that matters.
