Page 100 of Sinful Wrath

But I could definitely see myself loving Mikhail Koslov, and that thought both terrifies and excites the hell out of me.

I watch him dress, admiring every inch of his powerful body, and when he stalks back over to the bed, it takes everything in me not to sink my fingers into his shirt and pull him on top of me.

I really deserve some sort of reward for the amount of restraint I manage to show around Mikhail.

He reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I’m meeting with Anton this morning.”

“Are you going into the city?”

“He’s coming here. We’ll be just down the hall if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Mikhail.”

“Oh, I know that.” A smirk tugs at his lips. “Just letting you know where I am in case youneedme.”

“Oh, my god,” I groan. “I think I can live without an orgasm for a few hours.”

“I guess we’ll find out.” He bends down to kiss me.

His tongue licks along my lower lip, and I shiver at his touch. I’m not sure I’m ever going to get enough of this man, so I guess it’s a good thing I’m marrying him.

After Mikhail leaves, I lie in bed with a huge smile on my face as I think of all the nights ahead that we’re going to get to spend together. How I’ll wake up every morning with his strong arms wrapped around me or his face buried between my thighs.

It isn’t until my stomach starts growling that I decide to haul myself out of bed and into the shower.

I take my time lathering up my skin with soap, lettingmy mind flood with the memories of Mikhail’s touch last night. There’re so many different sides to him both in and out of the bedroom that I never know what I’m going to get, but that only adds to the thrill of him.

I love that he can be so rough and take what he sees as his, but on the other hand, he can be so loving and gentle that I almost start sobbing from the pleasure he gives me.

I swear this man is the whole package, and in a few days, he will be legallymine.

Perhaps I need to send my father a thank you card in the mail.

I quickly dress, realizing that I should be able to catch Bianca just in time as she takes Leo out for a walk.

Over the past few days, I’ve come to crave her company. She’s so easy to talk to, and I never feel as if there’s any sort of competition between us, which is something I’m used to expecting from female friendships.

It also helps that she understands the reality of being married to a Koslov, and I appreciate any advice she can give me.

Throwing on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, I slip on some boots and head out of my room.

As I make my way along the corridor toward the stairs, I catch my name coming from one of the rooms I pass.

I pause, wondering if I simply imagined it.

But then Mikhail’s voice filters through the gap beneath the door, and my heart flutters in my chest.

I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but I can’t help but be curious about the sort of things Mikhail shares about me with the people he’s close to.

“You still not going to let us throw you a bachelor party?” a male voice who I assume to be Anton asks.

“Hell no.”

“You’re no fun.”

“And you can’t be trusted. I don’t think Lucia would appreciate you parading a bunch of strippers around the place.”

He’s not wrong.

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