Page 35 of Isle of Seduction

Irina Fucking Dobrev.

She’s Alexsei Dobrev’s sister, and unfortunately, I’ve had the displeasure of going to uni with the bitch. She’s as entitled as they come and obviously, didn’t hear through the grapevine that she’s going after a married man.

I walk through the place with belligerent energy. Irina is still touching him and I all but stomp to where they’re seated. I don’t catch what she says, but take great pleasure in Andrea’s uninterested look. He’s pushing her hand away and picking up his phone when I clear my throat.

Good boy.

I’m too enraged to notice the way his eyes light up when he finally notices my approach. Instead, I focus on the smirk on the corner of his lips. That will fucking go soon. Dead men don’t smirk.

“Marito,” I address him in Italian instead of Kalliste, driving my point home with just one word, “did you order for me already?” I punctuate my sweeter than poison tone with a peck on the lips.

“And who the fuck are you?” Irina asks with disdain, looking me up and down like I’m below her.

I smile sweetly. “Your worst nightmare if you don’t get your hands off my husband.” I couldn’t be more of a cliche, threatening a woman who’s getting too close to what belongs to me, but I can’t help it. “It’s good to see you haven’t changed, Irina.”

Her eyes widen in recognition and she turns back to look at Andrea, whose eyes are set on me with ravenous hunger. I feel my cheeks heat at his perusal. “So it’s true? You’re married?”

“Yes, he is. Now, leave before I make you.”

“No need to be a bitch, it’s so unbecoming for a lady,” she snickers and I swear it takes all my willpower not to deck her right there.

“I’ve been told many times I’m no lady,” I say, looking into Andrea’s eyes with a tip of my lips. Irina’s falling to the background as we fixate on each other; she’s just an accessory to this conversation by now.

Andrea leans forward, his muscular forearms on his thick thighs. “Are you jealous, guerrieritta?”

I look back at Irina, a clear dismissal in my eyes, and when Andrea doesn’t look at her, she huffs and leaves, her cloying perfume filling the air and I want nothing more than to mark my husband with mine, making sure he smells like me and only ever like me. The primal sensation is unusual. I’ve never wanted to keep anyone around me. Maybe being kept was the issue. If I’m the one doing the keeping, it’d be fine?

“What if I am?” I ask boldly. I’m not one to be forthcoming with my feelings, but right now, pushing him away is getting me nowhere. I need a shift in paradigm.

“That’s against the rules, sweetheart.” Andrea’s lips tilt up in a taunting smile. He wants me to admit way more than what I just did. My anger flares up because once again, I don’t seem to be in control of the situation when it comes to him.

“There’s nothing in the rules about not having feelings,” I snap.

“Oooh, you have feelings for me?” he mocks.

“Don’t let it go to your head, I also have feelings for my dog. I miss her dearly.” I don’t have a dog, and I’m sure he fucking knows it because the man is as nosy as I am. “You want to tell me what the Dobrevs were doing here?”

He leans back and I sit next to him, our thighs touching and sending jolts of electricity along my leg up to my fucking traitorous pussy.

“Alexsei and I have a cordial agreement and meet regularly. I provide my cyber services and he gets me any sort of weapons me and my clients might need. Irina just so happens to tag along more often than not.” He adds that last part with a click of his tongue, dismissing her existence. But that’s not enough and I can’t let anything go apparently, so I sass him again. It’s my favourite thing to do.

“Don’t let her or any woman ever touch you again, Andrea, or they lose their hand.”

“Are you threatening me, guerrieritta?” He should be mad about it, not having this glint in his whiskey brown eyes. It’s unsettling. And thrilling.

I roll my eyes. “Fuck around and find out.”

I don’t miss the happy smile he gives, so far from the smirk he usually wears with me and I’m even more annoyed that I like it.

“So violent, guerrieritta.” His smile drops when he continues, “Alexsei Dobrev also got close with Ventura recently.”

“The Sicilian Mafia?”

He simply nods and keeps his voice low.

“The London and Moscow branches aren’t really in agreement.”

Meaning Dobrev isn’t behind whatever the fuck Misha Petrov is doing with women.

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