Page 62 of Cruel Honor

All I want is to push her up against the wall and have my way with her. She keeps holding back. Now that I know a little bit more about her dad, I get it. My dad was a hardass who expected perfection. He would definitely think I was dishonoring him by running my club and drinking most nights and fucking women left and right. He held himself to a high standard, and he did the same to everyone else around him.

Hell, that’s probably why I don’t give a fuck about rules.

After I lead Evie onto the dance floor, I rest my hands on her hips, and after a moment, she places her hands to my chest, staring up at me with both innocence and curiosity.

The more I wonder about it, the more I start to think Evie may be a virgin. She blushes at literally everything I say, and I know she prefers to spend her time reading. That doesn’t make someone a virgin, but with Evie, I’m thinking it does.

I’ve never cared if a woman is a virgin or not. Being a virgin or not has never been a prerequisite of mine. As long as a woman is hot, I’ll fuck her. Case in point—Tatiana. My dick got me in trouble with her.

But the thought of Evie being a virgin and me potentially being herfirst does something strange to me. It makes me want to protect her and do dirty things to her at the same time.

I run my hands around her hips, drawing her in closer.

“Dimitri,” she murmurs, glancing around.

“What? It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong. We’re married. We can stand close, you know.”

The smile on her lips lights up her face. “I know.”

“So, just let yourself dance with me. Let yourself feel.”

While we sway in each other’s arms, I roam my hands up and down her hips. Slowly, Evie inches closer to me until our bodies are flushed with each other. It’s too dark in the room to see if she’s blushing, but I know she is.

“See?” I say into her ear. “Nothing wrong with this.”

“I guess not.”

I dip her back with ease, and she gasps then begins to laugh. “This can be freeing.” I pull her back into my arms. “If you just let it.”

Her eyes soften, and for the first time, I think she’s going to open up to me. She’s going to let me in.

“Dimitri,” a raspy voice says. It’s Irina. “I didn’t know you were here. With your wife, it seems.”

Evie looks at Irina, and I see the moment she pulls away from me. It’s a subtle movement. It’s in the way her hands tense on my chest. Her gaze goes from open and soft to closed and guarded.

“Irina,” I say cheerfully. “Evie and I were just enjoying a dance. If you wouldn’t mind …”Leave, I think. Evie was finally warming up to me, and Irina ruined that.

Irina’s lips part in a surprised “O.” “All right. I just wanted to say hello.” She nods at Evie. “You’re one lucky girl.” Then she catwalks away.

“Who is she?”

“Another Bratva daughter. She was at my party to find a wife.”

“Was she a contender?” I can tell Evie is trying to keep her voice light but failing.

“She was, actually. But then I saw you.” Well, I saw Katya and hadto confront her, and then I saw Evie, but those details don’t matter. Evie is the one I want now.

“Right.” She sighs. “Dimitri, I have to ask. Why me? You could have any woman in this world. A woman like Irina. Why me?”

“Because you surprised me. It takes a lot to surprise me, and you did.”

Slowly, her expression begins to soften again.

I lay my hands back on her waist and pull her in close. “Now, let’s keep dancing. I’m not here for any woman other than you.”

Evie leans into my touch.

And then a grating laugh fills my ears. “Look. It’s the slut who stole my husband.”

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