Page 46 of Midnight Wedding

My eyes go wide. “You talked to her?”

“Briefly. She made me swear I’m not pimping you out. Her words.”

I groan and cover my face. “She thinks I’m getting trafficked.”

“If only.”

“Don’t be a creep.”

He shrugs and gestures at me. “I’m waiting.”

“God, this is weird.” I pick out underwear, a sports bra, my favorite baggy long-sleeve shirt, and leggings. “You’ve seen me naked. I don’t know why I’m nervous.”

“Because you know I’m studying you.”

“Please don’t use that word again. I’m not your research subject.”

“But you are. I have to learn everything about my new wife. Take off your clothes, Lena.”

Well, fucking shit. For whatever reason, I’m extremely turned on, which makes it easy at least. I tear off the big t-shirt I’m wearing and when I turn my back on him, he scolds me and makes me turn back around.

“Slower,” he commands.

“Don’t be so bossy. This is how I get dressed.”

“Not when I’m around. Slower, Lena, and let me see your body.”

Fuuuuck.

My nipples are rock hard. My cheeks turn bright pink. Arsen’s looking at me like he can’t see anything else. That man is a freaking golden god and looks like a marble statue covered in ink and scars, and somehow, I’m the one getting all the attention.I should be down on my knees worshipping him. Or at least licking his very thick, very wonderful cock.

Instead, all he wants is to watch me take off my clothes.

I do as instructed. Because damn, the attention feels good. I get fully naked and wish I had time to shave myself a little this morning. I never go full bald, but a casual little shape-up would be nice. He licks his lips at the sight of my reddish pubes and maybe he doesn’t mind a wild lady. Good to know.

“I’m a little cold,” I admit, trembling with excitement. I want him to come over here and grab my hair again. I want him to kiss me hard enough to make my lips bleed. I am definitely a fucked-up freak.

“Go ahead.”

I put on my panties first. I let him look at my ass when I pull them up. He seems to like that. I put on the leggings next, then start on the sports bra.

“I love your fucking tits,” he whispers. “Your pink nipples. Your perfect handfuls.”

I cup myself, frowning. “I always thought they were kind of small.”

“They suit your body perfectly.”

“Good to know.” I feel flushed and happy as I get the bra on.

Once I’m fully clothed, I sit on the edge of the bed. My heart’s going wild and I’m afraid I might pass out.

He bites his lower lip.

God, he’s so fucking hot.

“Show’s over,” I tell him. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I am thepatronof the Armenian Brotherhood.”

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