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Anastasia is pretty sure her husband is going to kill her. She knew her father would do anything to get rid of her, even sell her to a man who would put an end to her life.
Bogdan Evanoff didn’t want to get married. He is a monster. His only job is to kill and to keep his boss, the head of the Galkin Bratva safe. He is the best at his job. No woman would want to be married to him. He was surprised when Anastasia’s father gave him permission to kill her if she wasn’t a virgin on their wedding night.
She was a virgin.
He wants to learn why her father wants her dead. And what he discovers … he knows he is going to keep her safe. His wife has inherited all of her mother’s fortune. Her father doesn’t get a penny. Bogdan knows the greed of the man knows no bounds.
Although he is quite taken by his young bride but when it comes to the end, will he keep her, or will it be too late to save her?
Bogdan hadn’t come to bed. That wasn’t usually a problem. She would be tired, she’d go to bed, and sometime through the night he was there. No big deal. Only, tonight it was different. All those other times she hadn’t felt his erection digging against her, yet today she had. There was no way she could mistake it for anything other than a hard cock.
She pressed a hand to her head and stared up at the ceiling. “What the hell is the matter with me?”
She glanced over toward his space, and she missed him.
Sex was a whole different thing. They hadn’t been together since their wedding night. The following morning, she had to put up with that awful ritual, and knowing what she did now, her father did it on purpose. Pushing all thoughts of that horrible man out of her mind, she threw the covers off. There was no way she was going to sleep as her mind was going too fast for her to slow down and just relax.
She had no idea what was going on with her and Bogdan, but the only solution for something like this was ice cream, or chocolate, or both.
Pushing her feet into a pair of slippers, she didn’t bother with a robe and made her way out of their shared bedroom, and downstairs. She went straight to the kitchen, not bothering to check if Bogdan had fallen asleep in his office. If he wanted to sleep there rather than in his bed, that was up to him.
Did she feel his hard erection today? Was it even for her? For all she knew, he might have had business with a mistress? After all, her father had married his mistress and moved her into the family home.
She shook her head and went to the fridge. Ice cream waited, but what also called to her was the chocolate cake sitting covered on a cake stand. It was a clear cover, and her mouth watered at the sight. She wanted a nice, big slice. She grabbed a knife and cut herself a piece, not too big. She loved chocolate cake, but what she didn’t love was the sick feeling when she ate a little too much. Chocolate was chocolate.
With a moderate piece cut, she could always go back for seconds. She took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbed herself a dessert fork, and had a bite. It was so much better than ice cream.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Bogdan asked.
And he was the cause of her not being able to sleep.
“You’re awake.”
He stood in the doorway, wearing the same clothes he had that morning. His sleeves were rolled up, showcasing his endless streams of tattoos.
“I was working,” he said.
She nodded.
“Is it good?” he asked.
“The best.”
He moved past her and it was like she was hyperaware of him. She couldn’t help but look at his hands. They had once touched her, held her in place as he drove inside her. Their wedding night hadn’t been good. She accepted that, but it didn’t always have to be that way, did it?
He turned back toward her, and moved opposite her. She watched as he slid the dessert fork through his slice and took a bite.
“You’re right, it’s the best.”
Why did his lips have to look so good when he said it like that? She licked her own lips and tried not to think about how good he looked. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to ignore that pulse beating so rapidly inside her.
Did she really want to have sex with her husband? Her mind was so confused right now.
She tapped her finger on the counter and wondered how best to bring it up. How was a wife supposed to discuss sex? Was she supposed to ask for a schedule? Did he want her to perform her wifely duties? Did he have a mistress? Would he be faithful to her?
“Do you want to fuck?”
That sounded right and then Anastasia jerked up, as she suddenly realized the question was spoken aloud, and it was being asked of her.
She looked up at Bogdan and he stared right back at her. “What?”
“You heard me. Do you want to fuck?” he asked.
“You can’t just ask me that.”
He pointed the dessert fork at her. “Look me in the eye and tell me right now you’re not thinking about it.”
