Chapter 4 Gavril

• Gavril
• I’d never been more entertained in my life.
• Sveta launched herself at me, the knife aimed for my chest, and for a moment, I thought about letting her stab me just to see if it would hurt.
• The thought of Sveta stabbing me did hold a certain appeal, and left me rock hard with need.
• It wasn’t the fact that she was going to do me any bodily harm. It was the fact that she was willing to do it. A nice reminder that she had Stanislav’s blood running through her veins.
• Just as she was poised to thrust the knife into my chest, I grabbed her wrist and effortlessly turned her arm sideways. She cried out—partly from surprise and partly from pain. One more twist and I could break her arm in two, but that wasn’t my intention.
• I wanted to see if she was really able to go through with it, and while others would have been worried about their lives, I wasn’t.
• Fuck, no. I was turned on by the threat to my life by her.
• There was, however, an undercurrent of worry that I couldn’t shake. I had been in this position before, and it had cost me a hell of a lot in the end. I had let down my guard, allowed someone in, and they had tried to destroy me. I wasn’t going to allow that again.
• No one would get that close, not even my wife.
• “Commendable,” I said as I took the knife from her hand and threw it into the wall. The handle reverberated as it buried itself against the plaster.
• “But allow me to teach you a lesson: if you intend to kill, Sveta, you do not hesitate.”
• Her chest rose and fell with anger, and I saw regret in her eyes that she hadn’t, in fact, killed me.
• Good. I wanted her pissed off, because she wasn’t going to like what I was about to do next. I had wasted enough time here. There was a shitload of work left to do, and though I didn’t want a biddable wife, I sure as hell wanted one right now.
• “Quit being a brat and take your fucking clothes off,” I finished, stepping back to give her room.
• There was a moment of hesitation, and I silently hoped that she would continue defying me. I wanted a reason to punish her. I wanted to peel that romper off her body. I wanted to see her try to cover herself as I forced her hands away.
• To my surprise and disappointment, Sveta reached for the zipper on the side of her romper and slowly pulled it down over her breasts. Lust hit me hard and fast as her rosy nipples puckered in the morning air, goose bumps breaking out over her body.
• She didn’t look at all embarrassed by doing so, almost defiant that I was making her do so, and another small measure of concern flooded through me.
• What sort of life had Sveta had? I figured she was untouched, but the way she was peeling her clothing off her skin, I wasn’t so sure. She was supposed to be a virgin, but the way she kept her eyes on me as her romper fell to her feet told me otherwise.
• This was a woman who could tempt even the strongest of men with a practiced wink and the swish of her hips. I allowed my eyes to travel down from her breasts to her flat stomach and the vee in the middle of her thighs, barely covered with a scrap of lace the color of the ocean. For a moment I thought about having her remove that as well, but there was something alluring at her keeping it on, the only part of her I wasn’t seeing today.
• Tomorrow, however, would be a different story.
• Tomorrow she would be my wife, and nothing would stop me from claiming her body as my own.
• From ripping those panties off her and tasting what belonged to me.
• Sveta placed her hands on her hips, not bothering to cover her form, and my cock ached to be buried in her warmth. My mouth felt dry, and I licked my lips. Images of me pressing her against the wall filled my head. I could practically hear her gasping under me.
• I hadn’t wanted someone this hard in a long, long while.
• Fuck, I needed to end this.