Chapter 5 Gavril

• Gavril
• “Go pick a dress and try it on,” I growled as Vera stepped forward. “Now.”
• Sveta pulled out a gown with a deep V that would stop right above the dimples at her back. “What about this one, master?” she asked sweetly, holding it up.
• I arched a brow, the word master seemingly off coming out of her perfect pink lips. While I wanted certain people in my life to call me that, I didn’t want my wife to do so.
• “Call me Gavril or Kirilenko,” I told her. “And that dress is a good pick.” It would make every person at the wedding lust over her, but they would be powerless to do anything about it. Exactly like I wanted.
• She shrugged and held the dress out to look at, turning it to where the light caught the shiny material. “I don’t like it,” she said right before she ripped the neckline with her bare hand and threw the dress on the floor a moment later.
• Apparently, my fiancée wasn’t done being a brat after all. “Don’t.”
• Sveta ignored me and selected another dress. “I don’t like this one either,” she said before tearing it as well.
• “Sveta, stop,” I growled as she threw it on the floor.
• Sveta ignored me and grabbed another dress. “Or maybe this one?” she asked. “I don’t like it either
• Rip. Rip. Rip. One dress after another fell to the ground. Each more expensive than the last one.
• I walked over there before she had a chance to rip the final dress and pinned her against the wall so hard that the pictures rattled around.
• “You will stop,” I seethed, my eyes boring into hers. “And you will apologize to Vera and her team for ruining their work.” While I wasn’t one to have her antics piss me off so badly, she was ruining perfectly good work.
• Absolutely unacceptable.
• “I will not apologize,” Sveta answered defiantly, lifting her chin. “And I will not marry you.”
• I reached up and pulled the knife out of the wall, watching as she quit breathing as I pressed the cold blade against her throat, close enough that if she fell forward, it would slice her delicate ski.
• Sveta’s eyes dilated, her breathing coming out in shallow pants as I moved the knife down over her breast, careful not to prick her flesh yet. If she made one move, a dot of blood would appear.
• I wasn’t even sure if she was breathing at this moment, likely wondering what my plan was. Her breasts were full, more than a handful that would spill over in my hand, but her nipples were high and proud and I moved the tip of the knife to the rosy bumps, down her flat belly, and pressed it at the edge of her cli
• “You will apologize,” I told her again, letting my voice drop to a low octave that had grown men pissing on themselves. “Now.”
• I could see how she wanted to defy me, but I was the one holding a knife to a very vulnerable part of her body right now, and she didn’t know what I would do.
• Hell, I didn’t know what I would do if she acted out again. I couldn’t ruin her or my plans, but I could make her pay for being a fucking brat. It would be what was expected, and if she were acting out like this, who knew what she would do before I could put that ring on her finger.
• She had no other option. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I apologize.”
• Her words sounded hollow to my ear.
• “On your knees,” I said roughly, pulling the knife away from her body.
• Sveta’s eyes flashed, but she lowered herself to her knees, her head bowed. For a moment I watched her in the position of submissiveness, though I knew she wasn’t anywhere close to be submissive.
• For some reason that caused my cock to press painfully against my trousers. What would it take to make her submit to me? Would there always be this war between us, or would the day come that Sveta understood where she belonged.
• I didn’t think I would care to see that moment between us. Fighting with her, having her defy me, brought a certain level of interest to this relationship.
• “Apologize.”
• Sveta looked up, defiance still burning in her big eyes. “I’m sorry.”
• “I don’t accept your apology,” I finally said. “I want a proper apology.”
• Her lips parted as I reached for the button on my trousers. Then realization dawned in her eyes. She needed to learn a fucking lesson, and this would be one she wouldn’t forget anytime.
• As soon as I lowered my zipper, my cock sprang out, angrily seeking the relief I had needed from the moment she had peeled her clothing from her body. With a silent groan, I took it hot and heavy in my hand and stroked it from head to tip. I was acutely aware of Vera silently watching every movement, wondering if she was cursing me in her head for making her watch this.
• “Open your mouth,” I murmured as Sveta followed my every move with her eyes. I could make her beg for my cock if I wanted to, but I would save that for later, when we didn’t have an audience. “Or you will remain on your knees until you do.”
• To my surprise, she didn’t fall into hysterics like I thought she would, another notch of surprise on the long list she was currently generating for me.
• Obediently, her lips parted. I curled my finger under her chin and rested the tip of my cock against her soft, silky lips. A savage surge of pleasure shot through me as she let out a shuddering breath against my throbbing heal.
• “Don’t you dare look away,” I whispered as I pulled her head closer and pushed my way into her warm, inviting mouth.