Defiant. Sweet. Alluring.
A business deal gone wrong brought me to her doorstep.
She's everything I shouldn't want; everything I was against after watching my mother's obsession destroy her.
Still, I can't stop myself from craving her.
I should know...
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I LOATHED MY BROTHER-IN-LAW.
I dug my nails into my palms as Mikhail helped lower me into a chair in the center of the dance floor. I wanted to bolt out of here. Fast.
The last thing I wanted was Aleksei's head between my legs, but my devil-incarnate brother-in-law was having none of that. He'd successfully gathered all the bachelors in the room—my scowling brothers included—and forced the DJ to switch to a more sensual song.
Now he was in his brother's ear, whispering things that made the latter's frown deepen every passing second. I didn't even want to know what they were talking about. He patted Aleksei on his shoulder before going to join the men with a huge grin on his face.
Did I mention that I loathed my brother-in-law and I wanted to punch the ever-living shit out of him?
Aleksei started toward me, his expression stoic, and I instinctively sat up straight. This situation doused the buzz of the alcohol in my system. I was stone-cold sober now, and hyper-aware of everything around me. Him.
His eyes were infuriatingly blank as he sank to his knees in front of me, slowly parting my legs until he had enough space to duck under my dress and search for the garter.
I dug my nails into my palms, praying to everything holy that my face remained stoic through all of this.
My prayers went unanswered because less than a second later, I jolted slightly when I felt his warm breath on my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
He was slow with his ascent up my thigh, almost like he was doing it on purpose to elicit a reaction out of me.
He was getting a reaction alright.
My panties dampened as his slightly parted lips carried up my thigh, sending a dark thrill through me.
Was he going to touch me like that knowing we had an audience?
I felt his warm breath on my skin, dangerously close to the apex of my thigh. All he had to do was move his head to the right a little, and he'd have his face full of my pussy that grew alarmingly wet every passing second.
Never mind that he'd completely skipped the garter on my thigh.
My skin heated up as arousal swept through my body.
I wondered how I looked to the guests. Was my face flushed? Did they know what was going on underneath my dress? I met Matteo's eyes in the crowd, and I jerked slightly, clamping my thighs around Aleksei's ears.
My body tensed as goosebumps broke out on my arms. The bastard had moved his head between my thighs, like he was planning to eat me out in front of everyone.
My breath came out in shallow pants as I fought the urge not to roll my hips forward.
Shit.
Why did the thought of that make me slicker than I was before?
