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“I will never please you,” she spits, her voice shaking with rage. “I would rather die.”
My jaw tightens.
“I married you to save my brother, not because I wanted to be your fucking pet. I hate you. You’re disgusting. You’re evil. You should rot in hell.”
The words land like open-handed slaps.
But I see past them.
Past the fire in her tone and the tremble in her fingers.
She’s terrified.
She’s lashing out because it’s the only weapon she has left.
Still, her voice crawls under my skin like a slow venom.
My eyes narrow. “Careful,kroshka.”
Her chin lifts. Brave. So damn stupid. “What, are you going to hit me now?”
My hand flexes at my side.
No.
I’d never lay a hand on her like that. Not even in my worst moments. But she doesn’t know that.
And maybe that makes her hate me more.
Maybe I deserve it.
“Go ahead,” she says, her voice cracking at the edges. “Do your worst. But I swear, I’ll never love you. I’ll never even like you. You can force me to marry you, but you will never have my heart.”
For a moment, the room goes still. I can hear her breathing. Hear mine.
I step closer until we’re eye to eye.
“I don’t want your heart,” I say, my voice low and flat. “Just your body. I want to fuck you recklessly, like your eyes are begging me to.”
“You’re a liar.” She tries to hit me, but misses. “Don’t you dare touch me. I’ll never want you.”
She’s terrified. And she should be. I’ve ruined better men for less than the things she’s said to me tonight.
But I don’t touch her.
Not yet.
Instead, I let the tension hang between us like a wire ready to snap. Then I speak, low and steady. “I’ve fucking wanted you for a long, long time now.”
She swallows.
I move closer, slowly, watching her body tense.
“You don’t even know how many times I stopped myself from coming for you. You were too soft. Too sweet. I thought if I touched you…I’d break you.”
Her eyes search mine, confused now. Breathing uneven.
I close the distance. I don’t force her, don’t grab her. I just lean in, and let my lips brush the curve of her neck.
