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“Am I?” Zoya replies full of sass.

“Fucking bitch,” I mutter under my breath. I go to turn in Mikhail’s arms but he holds me in place.

“Yes. Zoya. Our conversation is finished. I would like to spend time with my wife.” The sternness in his voice is only turning me on. And the way he says “my wife” has me ready to fold for him.

“You can spend time with her while Galena and I watch films in your cinema room. You know she loves it in there.”

That isn’t how this goes. The rule is they live in the outhouse. We live in Mikhail’s house. She’s lucky she’s even on this estate, let alone standing in our fucking kitchen.

“Not today.” He cuts her off.

“Miki, you can always join us, if you’d prefer. Maybe let Anastasia have another nap while the adults talk.”

I shake my head and push away from his chest. I want to kill her. Before I can turn around, I catch a glimpse of Mikhail’s dark eyes. They tell me everything. They are the key to his soul. That is how I read him. His eyes give both warnings and silent declarations of love.

I wonder how hard I would have to smash her head against that marble counter to shut her the fuck up?

His eyes flick up to the stairs and back to me with a nod. My nostrils flare as I try to get a hold of my rage. He raises his eyebrows at me, the look that says, “if you don’t do as you’re told, you’re about to get a spanking”.

I can’t resist. I’m going to listen to his silent warning, but first, I step forward and go up on my tiptoes, grabbing hold of his collar and yanking him down to me. I smack my lips against his. Well, I can feel them through the fabric of the mask. I tug him down further and brush my mouth over his ear.

“Fix this and then come and fuck the rage out of me before I really do kill her.”

A low growl erupts from his chest. I’m going to get in trouble for teasing him like this. But, I’m dead serious. I am done with her and her shit stirring.

“You’remyhusband. It’s my pussy who keeps your cock warm every night. Remember that, big man.”

I stroke the side of his face over where his scars are, and he closes his eyes with a sigh. I’m not sure if it’s out of annoyance for the situation, the fact he’s turned on by my outburst or he genuinely is softening into my touch. I’m not mad at him, it’s her. And I’ll let him deal with it.

Without even looking at Zoya, I turn and head up the stairs with my head held high, entering to our bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I head to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 50

MIKHAIL

Song- Ex Habit, over my dead body.

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“Do noteverspeakto my wife like that again,” I grit out every word through my teeth.

Fuck. Ana has me turned on, but that quickly morphed into rage when Zoya spoke down to my wife.

My respect for her is gone, even though I will protect my little sister with my life.

But, I have to put the woman I love first.

I saw the anger burning in her eyes, the murderous look flashed across them. It turned me the fuck on. But I can’t have her going down that path. I protect her. My hands will be dirty for her.

And she’s right, this is our home. I want to enjoy my wife at every possible opportunity. I want to have her walking round this house in my shirts with my cum dripping down her thighs. Fuck.

“I didn’t say anything bad. It’s not as if I called her a spoiled bitch with an attitude problem that clearly loves a man too good for her.”

I clench my fists, keeping myself rooted on the spot.

“Get out, Zoya. Last warning, my kindness to you only goes so far.”

She rolls her eyes and stands, resting her palms on the counter, and pushing her breasts forward. These games of hers have to stop.

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