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“I mean, her swimsuit is so far up her crack it’s gonna disappear in a minute.”

I let out a chuckle. My girl has a way with words.

“Trust me, I was not looking at her ass.”

Ana scowls at me. “You wouldn’t fucking dare, Mikhail.”

I seize her by the throat and lower my head.

“Trust me. There is only one ass I want and will ever want, and that belongs to you. Now, stop the jealousy before I spank it out of you. Okay?”

I need to remind her she is mine and, of course, I am hers.

Zoya is nothing to me. No matter what she wears or how much she flirts. My eyes are always fixed on my wife.

“I do trust you. It’s just irritating. She tries to make me feel like I am the other woman? I’m your wife for the love of God. Her lack of respect makes me stabby, Miki. Like, it’s a problem. I see her face and I want to smash it against the concrete.”

Godammit. I get feral when she gets all aggressive.

Like a cute little package of love, spirituality and pure violence.

“I kinda enjoy watching you get riled up.”

“Good, because it might become a reality one day.”

“Noted. I’ve got you.”

Zoya clears her throat behind us.

“I’ve got your beer, Miki baby.”

Oh fuck.

“Zoya,” I warn her, taking the beer from her and being careful to avoid even brushing her hand.

Alexei hasn’t said a word, just watching this whole interaction with interest.

“Bitch,” Ana mutters under her breath.

“I’ll get rid of her,” I whisper in Ana’s ear as she pulls away.

Lara hands Ana a fresh bright pink cocktail and Alexei his beer.

“You good?” Lara mouths to Ana, who gives her a brief nod.

She’s gritting her teeth. She is not happy.

Zoya bends over and picks up the sunscreen, turning to me. “Could you rub all over my back, please, Mik?”

I close my eyes and suck in a breath. She’s on her fucking own with this one. Ana steps in front of me, and I let her.

Zoya needs ripping into. Maybe she’ll learn.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get some self respect, Zoya. You are inourplace. Flaunting yourself around like some prized whore will not win over my damn husband. Now get the fuck back to your house and stay there before I really lose my patience with you.”

Zoya’s face flashes with anger. She looks to me to provide back up and I shake my head.

Not happening.

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