57 Strange

Kirill Yartsev:

“Hell no I’m going to celebrate anything with you,” I hear the angry voice of my future wife.

Strange, but a fact! The idea that we’re getting married somehow didn’t piss me off anymore. Maybe because this marriage is entirely on my terms? I told Vicky straight up that if I get bored with her, another woman will be warming my bed, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

But that’s for the future, and for now, I’m actually not bored with her at all. Even though she won’t let me near her body, there really is something alluring about that. Honestly, if I wanted to, I could pin her down right now, but I’m insanely interested in that moment when she’ll be completely mine and won’t be able to do anything about it.

The truth is, when Vicky and I are alone and stuck in a tight space, I lose my mind. I want to touch her — and not just touch. I want to say to hell with everything and take what’s mine right now, especially since her parents so kindly ensured our privacy for the next couple days.

Coming up behind Vicky, pressing close, I breathe in the tempting scent of lavender and pull her by the waist so she can feel the full extent of my desire. I slowly lower my head to her slender neck and trace my nose along her soft skin, getting high on just how unbelievably smooth it is.

I hear how her breathing changes, and under my hands, goosebumps rise on her body. She likes it — but she’ll never admit it.

“You said you’d wait until the wedding,” the golden-haired girl reminds me hoarsely, breathing unevenly.

“I want you. You’re driving me insane,” I say, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear and lightly biting her earlobe.

“So your word means nothing, huh?” the blue-eyed girl hits me right in the weak spot, and I let her go.

“Vik, you can’t do that,” I start getting angry at her resistance and turn my fiancée toward me. “You want me, and I want you too. Since that’s the case, I won’t touch you until the wedding — but after… no excuses will work! I’m a man, and I need sex! Don’t force me to turn to mistresses earlier than I’d like!”

Vicky stared at me without blinking, almost as if looking straight through me. It threw me off a bit. Suddenly turning around, the girl walked into her room, but a few seconds later she came back out and threw a set of bedding right at me.

“You’re sleeping on the couch, DEAR,” she hissed like a snake without even looking at me, stressing the last word with extra venom, and disappeared into her bedroom.

Fine then! Whatever!

I grab the bedding and toss it onto the couch in whatever way. Look at that — the princess has spoken! Girls would rip each other’s throats out to be in her place, and she turns up her nose! And this with two kids together and a wedding around the corner! She’s weird!

After tossing and turning on the uncomfortable couch for a while, I got even more pissed off. Why am I running after her?! This isn’t like me at all. It’s only ten in the evening, and here I am playing family man!

I dial Nazar, and he doesn’t answer right away.

“Where are you?!” I bark, hearing a mocking laugh in response.

“Did she seriously not give it up?” my twin gloats. “You’re losing your touch. I’m where I usually am. Plenty of bored chicks here.”

“I’m coming,” I end the call and start getting ready.

I hear the door click softly, and Vicky comes out, tightly wrapping herself in a warm robe.

“You’re leaving?” the girl asks quietly, taking in the situation.

“Yes. There are places where I’m more welcome. Don’t wait up. I’ve got the keys if anything,” I cut her off, noticing the exhausted look in her blue eyes as she lets out a tired sigh. She looks… strange. Maybe she thought things over and is ready to take me into her arms? “Did you want something?”

“No,” the blonde presses her lips in offended silence, and looks at me so hopelessly that my chest suddenly tightens. “Go wherever you want.”

She silently turns around and goes back to her room.

I leave the apartment, lock the door, head down to my guys waiting in the car, and give them the club’s address.

“You sure it’s a good idea to go to the club to meet Nazar?” Mikhail asks as he pulls out onto the road.

“More than sure.”

“Can’t you two really find a common language?” my friend wonders.

“It’s hard when she acts like some untouchable saint,” I lift the curtain on our problem.

“How else did you expect her to act?” Misha laughs. “Put yourself in her place. You kidnapped her, forced her into marriage by threatening her with the kids, and now you’re surprised she’s cold to you? Vicky isn’t like your previous flings, and that’s obvious right away.”

“Enough moralizing!” I glare at Mikhail, and he falls silent, shaking his head disapprovingly.

At the club, my brother was already waiting for me with a few girls, one of whom immediately climbed onto my lap. No matter how I tried to distract myself, Mikhail’s words—and most of all, the sad eyes of that blue-eyed witch—kept flashing before me. What did she even want? She came out of her room looking… worried. Something was off.