I look closely at her. Flawless porcelain skin, green shimmering eyes. She is no less beautiful than she was before I became second-in-command of the Dubrovsky Bratva, and yet I’m no more interested.
“Why’s that?” Not that I care. I’m just not drunk enough to tell her to go. Yet.
“To keep our marriage pact alive.”
“I wasn’t aware it was dying.”
She shrugs. “My father wanted me to… make sure that was the case.” Her dress is low-cut and when she moves her right shoulder down, the front gapes open. I wonder if Leonid told her to dress like this, to try to tempt me into touching her, prove that my family is still committed to this union.
I know I should do it. She’s beautiful, she is here, and f*****g her would be fulfilling my duty to my family.
For three days straight, my c**k has been
