Elena
The bass from the club still thumped in my chest when I heard my name.
I had stepped outside for air, heels clicking on the wet pavement, when Alexei’s voice carried through the cracked side door. Low. Amused. Surrounded by the low laughter of his friends.
“Three months and I still haven’t f****d her,” he said. “She’s so careful. So proper. Won’t even let me get a hand under her skirt. Keeps talking about waiting for the wedding like it means something.”
One of them snorted. “You wanted the virgin alliance bride. Don’t complain now.”
“I’m not complaining.” Alexei’s tone turned colder. “I f**k her once on the wedding night. Make sure the families see blood on the sheets if they ask. Then she stays in the house I put her in and I go back to whoever I actually want. The alliance ho
