Ivana POV
Despite my body's desire to melt into the kiss, I push Vicktor and he immediately stumbles back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I'm kissing you. I thought that was obvious, since I know it isn't your first. Ivana, you can't seriously want to date men your father arranges. None of them are worthy of licking your shoes, let alone any other part of you," he says.
He's words have my mind conjuring wicked images of him between my legs. No, he is an a**hole. He is just playing games because someone else might get to play with the toy he thought would sit perfectly on a shelf. F**k him.
"Why not? My papa is one of the best men I know. I know he will pick men that will treat me like he treats my mom. Besides, I'll say again who I date is none of your concern." "You can
