Page 14 of Roman Petrov

“Well, I can take you back. If you die, I’ll just get the club, and I’ll get to keep the money.” I slow down and pull to the side of the road.

“Um. I don’t want that either.” Her brows furrow as she stares straight out the windshield with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Then it’s settled.” I veer back out into traffic and hit the accelerator hard enough to force us back into our seats. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Where is she?”My cook blinks rapidly when I ask her for the third time.

“I informed her it was dinner time. She said she wasn’t hungry.” Her gray hair is tucked neatly under a bonnet, but she nervously tugs on a stray strand.

Waving her away, I head up the stairs.

Nadia’s door is closed.

I should have just made her sleep in my room. It would have opened her eyes to one of the massive, er, perks of being with a Petrov man.

My fist beats against the hollow wood. “Nadia! The least you can do is spend your honeymoon with your husband over a meal.”

“No, thank you.” Her voice is muffled.

“You’ll not disrespect Mrs. Jenkins. She works hard every day to put good food on my table.” My hand clenches to pound again.

The door flings open.

I can’t stop my gaze from traveling down her scantily clad body. The tiny, low slung shorts hug the apex of her thighs. Her bare belly is taut beneath a short halter top that barely covers her full breasts pushing against the thin fabric.

My cock jerks when I spy her nipples poking through.

Jesus. She isn’t wearing a bra.

“I already told her I appreciated what she did, and that I would find the leftovers in the fridge if I didn’t make it down.” Her dark eyes are narrow as she scowls at me.

All I can see is the low cut of her top hanging over her perky, tight?—

“Hey!” Her palm shoves against my chest, knocking me backwards.

“What?” I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else but her body.

She follows in into the hall and snaps her fingers in front of my nose. “Whatever ‘this’ is.” She waves her hand in front of my face. “It isn’t happening. We are only married on paper.”

Now, she’s pissing me off.

Before I can stop myself, my grip wraps around her throat and pins her to the far wall.

Fuck, I can feel her squirm against me. She’s making me want to take what is mine.

“I could make you scream, and not a soul in this building will come and stop me.” My knee pushes between her thighs so she can get the full effect of just how ready I am.

The mint of her rapid breath tickles my neck. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Heat burns through my suit as my chest presses against hers.

“Oh, lastochka, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” I tilt her jaw, exposing the long lines of her neck so I can watch her fluttering pulse.

Just a taste, so I know what I’m missing.

My tongue finds the hollow, just above the strand holding her shirt.

I knew she’d be delicious.

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