Page 13 of Dark Bratva Christmas
Everyone has to know, of course. Otherwise, this wholeallianceis a waste.
Catarina is silent in the car, staring out the window as she grips the fine fabric of her wedding dress tight in her hands. Her knuckles are a paler shade of white than her skin, and something about that causes me to picture them gripping the sheets as I thrust into her.
Fuck. I already know she’s going to feel so good.
But then again, she loved my brother…and he died on their wedding night.
Two weeks later, she's been handed off to me. I can’t imagine her eventhinkingof opening her legs for me, let alone letting me ruin her the way I prefer to.
Hmm.Should I give her time? The monster in me wants to drag her onto my lap right now, fuck her mercilessly until she’s screaming my name. However, good business tells me that maybe I should feel this out a little better.
We’ll see if I have that level of self-control.
“Congratulations,” Peter, one of my drivers, says to us as we pull up outside of the house. “Wishing you many happy years.”
Catarina stiffens in the seat, and instead of saying anything at all, she flings the passenger door open and takes off toward the house, her wedding dress blowing in the wind behind her. I watch her go, and then sigh.
Peter chuckles. “She’s feisty.”
I shrug. “I’ll break her. Just like I always do.” With that, I slide out of the SUV, straightening my tux jacket as I follow Catarina into the house.
I have to see this meltdown for myself. It’s just too fucking satisfying.
However, as I chase her up the stairs, I spot Helena and a couple of the other house staff peering from the kitchen, their eyes widened with amusement—and curiosity, too.
For some reason,thatbothers me.
“Vzyat' vykhodnoy(Take a day off),” I snap at them, nodding to the door as all of them hurry away.
Catarina lunges forward at the sound of my voice, nearly breaking into a sprint as she heads for the bedroom she spent the last two weeks in. As she reaches the door, I grab for her.
“Let me go!” Catarina shouts, yanking her arm away from me. “I fuckinghateyou!”
“Thank you. That’s a hell of a compliment,” I shoot back at her, letting her stumble into the room. I slam the bedroom door shut behind us as she puts space between us.
Let the breakdown commence.
“I can’tbelievethis,” Catarina paces in front of her bed, running her fingers through her soft blonde hair, messing up the waves that were so perfectly put together. “I can’t believe he did this to me. Ijustlost Mikhail.”
“Oh, so sorry for the loss of your one-month long love affair being cut short,” I snort, shaking my head as I lean against the wall. I get that I made a promise to my brother. I get that he loved her. But also…
One month is one month.
“What the fuck is going on?” Catarina shouts at me again, her voice breaking by the end of the sentence.
She stops pacing and stares at me, panic etched on her face. Her blue eyes are wide and watery, and I wonder if they’d look that way if she was choking on my dick. “How could you let this happen?”
I tilt my head at her. “You think this happening to you is bad? Look at me,” I taunt her. “I’m forever stuck with Petrov pussy who preferred my brother.”
“Howdareyou talk to me like that,” she takes a step toward me, her face flushing.
“I kind of like it when you get all worked up,ogonyok(Little Flame). It gets me hard.” I take a step toward her, closing the distance.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” she nearly spits in my face, and I want so badly to wrap my hand around her pretty little throat andshowher how disgusting I can be. “Tell me why this issucha great business deal. I thought this alliance was being forgedbecauseI fell for Mikhail.”
“Well, I guess we decided it was too good of a deal to turn down.” I shrug my shoulders.And a message needed to be sent.But I hold that last fact to myself.
And the nonchalance pisses her off. “God, it must be nice to just have the power to treat women like bartering chips.”
