Page 91 of Sinful Wrath

Zara is already giggling, and I try my hardest to keep my composure as I wait for him to answer.

“Hey,kisa,” he says in that rich, gravelly voice that makes my body melt.

I glance around at the girls and catch Zara and Bianca staring at each other with shocked expressions. I’m guessing that this side of Mikhail is not one he shares very often, and the thought has my insides turning molten.

I like that I get this side of him all to myself.

Elle bumps me with her elbow. “Do it.”

I take a deep breath.

“Near! Far! Wherever you areeeeee!” I scream-sing down the phone.

Mikhail sighs. “What the actual fuck are you doing?”

“I’m serenading you. Now be quiet so I can finish.”

“Do I have to?” I can practically hear his eyes roll through the phone.

I look at the girls and find them all with tears streaming down their cheeks as they try to hold in their laughter.

I grin and continue with my terrible rendition of the Celine Dion classic.

Zara claps. “Okay, I think Lucia won that round. That was a stunning performance.”

Once we’re a few more rounds of margaritas in, my stomach is starting to hurt from laughing too much.

Somehow, Elle and I have ended up on the couch with the cheeseboard balanced between us while Bianca and Zara sit on the floor making flower crowns out of Bianca’s beautiful arrangements.

“Ew, no boys allowed!” Zara suddenly yells.

I whirl around to find Mikhail, Alexei, and another guy who looks extremely like Mikhail, standing in the doorway.

“Don’t worry, we’re just here for the food.” Alexei winks at Bianca, and she blushes.

It seems even after being married for a couple of years and having a kid, the two of them still can’t get enough of one another.

“Uh, who’s that hottie?” Elle whispers as she glances at the guy standing beside Mikhail.

Like the rest of the Koslovs, he’s wearing all black, though he’s sporting some stubble, and his dark hair is a little longer and has a slight curl to it.

Bianca leans to her. “That’s their cousin, Anton.”

Elle nods. “Okay, I want him to be my future husband, instead.”

Anton glances Elle’s way and offers her a smile that sends my cousin into a fit of nervous laughter.

I jump to my feet and hurry over to Mikhail, flinging my arms around his neck.

“Hey,kisa,” He wraps his arms around me, tugging me against him.

“Hey.” I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Looks like you’re having fun,” he murmurs, bending down to offer me a quick peck on the lips.

“So much fun.” I giggle.

“I’m glad.”

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