Semua Bab Kiss Me, Bravta King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

AlisaI didn't want to marry an enemy or an ally. If I could choose, I'd opt to marry someone out of love, out of fondness. Hell, I'd settle for a pairing based on desire. What I'd heard of Akim and what I'd seen in pictures didn't suggest lust or love. His reputation as a hard, brutal man preceded him. Even Irina felt sorry for my fate.But I bet she'd think differently if the Antonov men were all like Zakh. I tuned out my father's repeated lecture about being obedient, no matter what. He'd told me the same thing over the years, and it was far better to retreat in my mind while I pretended to listen.He droned on and on, but all I could think about was him. Zakh. Still to this minute, as I was being prepared to marry another man, I felt the lingering flicker of attraction he'd ignited in me. How he'd argued with me, daring me to fight back. The way he'd looked me over with that ravenous, deep bronze gaze of his. In the span of seconds, that massive man had overwhelmed my senses and f

ZakhRecognized as a top brother in the bratva, I was given clearance at the large, wooden double doors that had been pulled shut. My brothers wouldn't think anything of my presence here. The Aslanovs would know better than to wonder why I came inside now. I was expected, and with that easy entrance, I headed inside the vestibule.Incense assaulted my nose, and I winced at the old, musty stink of the ancient building. Dim light shone from the mosaic-decorated ceiling, but I didn't wait to reach for my gun. I strode over the polished marble floor, knowing many more shoes would be stampeding over the surface as they fled the burst of gunfire I'd send to the ceiling.Desmier glanced at me. It was all the acknowledgment he'd give me. Malik nodded, standing at his position near another door that led into the cavernous space of the church. Near the furthest of the three doors leading into the congregations' pews was Anatoli. He rocked back on his heels, a tell for his anxiousness to move an

AlisaWould you believe it? My husband doesn't think luck is real.Well, mine was running out. So was my time. Sweat beaded on the small of my back with every step I took down the aisle. It wasn't the bridal march playing overhead, but an ominous tune of foreboding as I approached the altar. Over and over, I flirted with the daydream of just running, picking up my dress and sprinting for the exit. I could see it in my mind. Just bolting and giving up on my duty.One glance at my father, and I scratched that idea from my mind. He narrowed his eyes at me, disdainful as ever, but he seemed to know what I was thinking as he escorted me down the long, carpeted path.I stemmed the tears burning in my eyes and tried my best to hold my head high. It wasn't easy. The closer I got to Akim smiling up there next to the short priest, the more I felt like I was walking to my death. I approached a life sentence, and I wouldn't matter ever again. I never had mattered in this world where men ruled, bu

ZakhNot an ounce of guilt hung over me that I'd intervened in a wedding.Alisa moaned lightly, stirring on the bed, and I paused in my pacing to look back at her. Maybe a small thread of worry remained for her. I hadn't intended for her to get hurt, yet what she'd suffered seemed minor.As I thought back further to what she'd said in the office, I wondered if she would wake up mad that I'd crashed her wedding or if she'd be grateful. With the way she'd spoken in the office, I had a hunch that she was apprehensive about the union between our families. Now knowing that she was the bride, though, that put a different spin on it.A headstrong and feisty woman like her didn't deserve to be used as a fucking shield for a cowardly man like Akim.I huffed, resuming my pacing while she slept. Now wasn't the time to be idle. I was already deep into strategizing mode, trying to guess at how this could play out. How Mikhail would be reacting. I'd ousted myself from my uncle's favor, but that had

AlisaI'd read about it in those old romance novels others left lying around. I'd seen movies. I understood the dynamics of kissing, but under Zakh's rough touch, his hungry lips, I felt like an ignorant fool, glad to learn how this actually worked.He brushed his lips over mine in a hard sweep, and the rub only enticed me to want it again. I gasped, reaching up to chase the thrill of his mouth on mine, his tongue tasting me, his hot breaths mixed with mine.This brute was my enemy. He'd kidnapped me. He'd crashed my wedding and happily caused war.But none of that could matter. Not one of those facts entered my mind as I succumbed to his addictive, spicy taste. I didn't think about anything but the seductive pull of wanting more. A harder kiss. A longer sample. I moaned, overwhelmed with this eagerness to pull him down and never let go.He loomed so big and powerful, masculine and larger than life. With this kiss, he demanded that I try to match him. He growled and lifted his hand to