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I had to stay strong and stick to my guns while I hammered out more details about our arrangement, or else risk ending up worse than when I started. By the time I heard the front door open, I had never felt stronger or more sure about the stance I was prepared to take, and I squared my shoulders to go out and meet him head-on.

But as soon as I saw him come through the door, with his tie hanging loose, his shirt unbuttoned and open at the collar, and his dark hair slightly mussed as if he’d been dragging his fingers through it, every last thought tumbled out of my head. He looked slightly weary, with lines of worry etched across his handsome face that made me want to kiss every last care away. My plans faded, unimportant all of a sudden. There was only Aleks now.

He seemed to sense my presence at the far end of the hall, and he waved the silent, sullen butler, guard, or whoever he was away, so it was only Aleks and me. The way I wanted it. When he saw me, his mouth twitched in a crooked smile, and even from the distance I stood, I saw his eyes darken with the same longing that was trying to get my feet to move. But I was frozen in his gaze.

Until he held out his arms. Like metal filings, helpless in the range of a strong magnet, I flew toward him.

Chapter 14 - Aleksandr

It had been a shitty day. My brothers and I couldn’t agree on how to deal with the newest threat to our kingdom. We were divided on total and swift annihilation of the Armenian organization that was rising in power and threatening our borders or trying to work things out more amicably.

It was always better to have friends than enemies, and Maxim and Dimitry. I preferred to try the diplomatic route, albeit with some strategic head bashing sprinkled in where warranted. Lev, Ivan, and Nikolai wanted the nuclear option. Our baby sister Mila was trying to be diplomatic, as usual, but it was clear she was pissed off about the most recent attack on the bar.

We all took Jakob’s betrayal hard, but she’d been very close to his wife, who we’d had to ship back to Russia after his unfortunate accident at the construction site, since we could no longer trust her. Mila missed her friend, and it was the first time she’d had to learn the hard way that not everyone was who they claimed to be.

By the time I got home, I’d planned to slip to my room and get a long hot shower so I wouldn’t accidentally show my rougher side to Katie. I still meant to keep my promise to hold off my own desires and drive her a little bit crazy until the wedding, and it would be easier if I didn’t see her until my head was on straight.

But there she was in the hall when I arrived home, as if she’d been waiting for me. She wore one of the new outfits I made her order, and looked like a delicious confection in the pale green shorts edged with delicate lace. For barely reaching my shoulder, she had surprisingly long legs, and the idea of them being wrapped around my hips was tempting, but I gripped my hands into fists and began to turn away.

Then I caught the brief flash of concern on her face as her pretty green eyes locked with mine. That small look, combined with her lush little body in those tiny shorts, broke my resolve.

Nothing ever broke my resolve the way she so instantly did, just with the slightest of smiles. I still had time to turn away, get upstairs, and take an icy shower instead of the steaming one I’d been looking forward to.

Instead, I held out my arms, silently calling her to me. She burst into a run and flung herself at my chest.

“I waited all day,” she said breathlessly, looking up at me with a smile. “I made you a chocolate cake with strawberries.”

My troubles were gone, my enemies forgotten. There was only Katie in my arms. I pulled her close, dragging her feet off the floor. “I can’t wait to taste it,” I said. “But first…”

I claimed her mouth with mine, eagerly pushing my tongue into her mouth. She just as eagerly parted her lips to let me in. I let out a low growl when her fingers dug into my shoulders, yanking her hard against my stiff cock. It took little more than a smile from her to have me fully hard, straining at the zipper of my suit pants.

I loosened my grip around her and let her body slide sinuously down against mine until her feet touched the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kept her head tilted back, silently begging for more kisses. Swiping my tongue across her lower lip, I laughed and ran my hands down her backside to cup each plump little ass cheek.

“You look better than I imagined in this outfit,” I told her. “I can’t wait to see you out of it, though.”

Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging my head down. “Then get it off me, quick,” she said.

I chuckled at this minx in my grasp. Moving my hands lower to work my fingertips under her shorts, I found the edge of her silky panties and stroked just along the lines that clung to her smooth skin. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound with another kiss as she wriggled to my teasing touch. She pressed her soft curves against me, standing on her toes and then lowering her body so that she rubbed against my stiff shaft, moaning with each movement.

With a feral roar, I broke, scooping her up and taking the stairs two at a time. Her smiling face shone up at me, eyes glazed with the same fierce lust that pounded through my veins. Kicking open my door, I tossed her on my bed, my body on top of hers, before her head hit the pile of pillows. As enticing as the shorts outfit was, it had to go.

I ripped at the straps with my teeth, jerking it down to bare her ripe, heavy tits. Her pink nipples were already puckered and I sucked on each one, licking the taut peaks until her back arched beneath me. Dragging the fabric further down, I hungrily kissed my way to her belly button, gripping her waist as she dug her fingers into my hair.

“Aleks,” she moaned, her head thrown back into the pillows.

Her auburn hair was bright against the solemn dark gray bedding. I remembered the guest room where I’d ordered her to be set up until after the wedding. It adjoined my suite and had a ridiculous turquoise bedspread, and the image of my little angel spread out against that backdrop was too much to resist.

Like an animal, I lifted her again and carried her across the balcony to the room next door. I dropped her on the jewel-toned bedspread and leaned over her to pull the ruined outfit the rest of the way off her body.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused, maybe even a little hurt. “You don’t want me in your room?”

I shook my head. I was entranced by her perfect, alabaster skin, the tiny triangle of pink silk between her thighs that still clung to her somehow, all her thick red hair spread out against the turquoise velvet, her taut pink nipples begging to be licked some more. My cock ached, straining against my pants, but all I could do was try to take her in, make myself believe she was real.

“You’re a work of art,” I said, dazed. “A jewel. I needed to see you in a proper setting.” I leaned over her, tracing her lip with my tongue. “You’re so damn fucking beautiful, Katie.”

She shook her head, an infuriating blush rising up her chest to take over her face. She didn’t believe me, and I rolled her body to the side to spank her juicy ass cheek for the impertinence. She gasped, and her fingers wound into my hair. Instead of spanking her again, I slid my fingers under the tiny thong and found her wet heat, sinking my fingers into her tight little hole.

My eyes widened, and her blush increased. “Don’t be embarrassed for wanting me,” I growled, taking her hand and guiding it to the front of my pants. In a rush, I got them open and my cock burst free. I wrapped her fingers around my pulsing shaft. “This is how much I’ve been wanting to fuck you. All damn day, Katie. I love how wet your pussy is for me. It makes me crazy.”

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