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down the soft curve of her body. Red-shot eyes flashed up at her. “Oh, he’ll bite. He’s always wanted to and you know it. Tonight, you’ll go to him all hormonal and hurt and you’ll start to talk about how crazy I’ve been. Then he’ll try to probe you for questions and you’ll both have too much to drink. That’s when you move in, but you have to make him believe that it’s his decision to fuck.”
Arie tried to snatch away. “It won’t work, and I don’t want to do it.” She did not bother hide her disdain. Sure, she wanted Dmitry when it was her choice, but not this way. It was just one more reminder of how Ivan repeatedly tried to control her and use her for his own benefit.
“Do you want to die?” he threatened. Releasing her waist only to put her on his knee, he moved her hair off her shoulder. “Don’t you see that I’m doing this for both of us? If Dmitry finds out about those men, he’ll end me and then he’ll end you. Do you really think a man as selfish as he would ever take care of you when I’m gone?”
Arie had never thought of things that way. “No, I don’t,” she answered.
Ivan smiled gently and deceptively, knowing that he had her right where he wanted her. “I know that there have been times when I’ve shared you with other men for my own selfish reasons. Part of it is simply because you are so beautiful,” he lied. “But this time, I need you to do it for us.”
Arie huffed. “He won’t want me. Did you see Emma? If he doesn’t want her, he won’t want me.”
“Have you tried?” Ivan asked, suspiciously.
“No, I have not tried.” She gritted her teeth.
“Are you sure?” Ivan asked, standing up. Taking her hands in his face, he rubbed through her hair. “Wife,” he said like curse word, “if you’ve tried to fuck my brother and it has not worked, please tell me now. I need flawless execution. If you have fucked him and it worked, then I simply need you to do it again.”
Her eyes stayed focused on him despite her sudden desire to spit. “Don’t be so stupid. Of course, I have not,” she insisted. Flashes of the night that she had propositioned him in Milan came to her mind, even as she denied it.
“Good,” Ivan said, stepping away. “I need you to spend the rest of the day getting pretty. Wash your hair, put on something sexy, groom…”
“I don’t need to know what to do or how to do it,” she said, fighting utter humiliation.
He raised his palms to her in protest. “You can’t look your normal self. It has to be a jolt to his system. He’s used to you looking a mess. I’m afraid that won’t help the plan tonight.”
“I know how to look the part of what Dmitry or any other man wants to screw. Let me handle that. The bigger question is, what about Emma?” she asked as he walked toward the door. “If he is interested in her, then what makes you think that I’ll get anywhere close to him? For all we know, he’s fucking her right now.”
“Leave Emma to me,” Ivan smirked. “I’m not without my own charms.”
“Where are you going?”
Ivan looked at his watch. “I’m going to set the tone for the evening. You’ll know when it’s time for your part, so please keep a listen out.”
“What are you talking about?” she called after him.
Chapter 8
Slamming the door behind him, he headed quietly down the dark hallway, still barefoot and now high. He loved a good plan, and felt giddy like a child at the thought of carrying it out.
After a few lines of coke, the castle seemed larger than before. The long winding halls, old Victorian paintings and hardwood floors covered in ancient rugs, made him feel as though he had traveled back in time.
Why did Dmitry want to live here in this mausoleum when he had enough money to buy something of his own, somewhere else, in some other country other than stuffy-ass England?
He found his way to the stairs that led to
Arie tried to snatch away. “It won’t work, and I don’t want to do it.” She did not bother hide her disdain. Sure, she wanted Dmitry when it was her choice, but not this way. It was just one more reminder of how Ivan repeatedly tried to control her and use her for his own benefit.
“Do you want to die?” he threatened. Releasing her waist only to put her on his knee, he moved her hair off her shoulder. “Don’t you see that I’m doing this for both of us? If Dmitry finds out about those men, he’ll end me and then he’ll end you. Do you really think a man as selfish as he would ever take care of you when I’m gone?”
Arie had never thought of things that way. “No, I don’t,” she answered.
Ivan smiled gently and deceptively, knowing that he had her right where he wanted her. “I know that there have been times when I’ve shared you with other men for my own selfish reasons. Part of it is simply because you are so beautiful,” he lied. “But this time, I need you to do it for us.”
Arie huffed. “He won’t want me. Did you see Emma? If he doesn’t want her, he won’t want me.”
“Have you tried?” Ivan asked, suspiciously.
“No, I have not tried.” She gritted her teeth.
“Are you sure?” Ivan asked, standing up. Taking her hands in his face, he rubbed through her hair. “Wife,” he said like curse word, “if you’ve tried to fuck my brother and it has not worked, please tell me now. I need flawless execution. If you have fucked him and it worked, then I simply need you to do it again.”
Her eyes stayed focused on him despite her sudden desire to spit. “Don’t be so stupid. Of course, I have not,” she insisted. Flashes of the night that she had propositioned him in Milan came to her mind, even as she denied it.
“Good,” Ivan said, stepping away. “I need you to spend the rest of the day getting pretty. Wash your hair, put on something sexy, groom…”
“I don’t need to know what to do or how to do it,” she said, fighting utter humiliation.
He raised his palms to her in protest. “You can’t look your normal self. It has to be a jolt to his system. He’s used to you looking a mess. I’m afraid that won’t help the plan tonight.”
“I know how to look the part of what Dmitry or any other man wants to screw. Let me handle that. The bigger question is, what about Emma?” she asked as he walked toward the door. “If he is interested in her, then what makes you think that I’ll get anywhere close to him? For all we know, he’s fucking her right now.”
“Leave Emma to me,” Ivan smirked. “I’m not without my own charms.”
“Where are you going?”
Ivan looked at his watch. “I’m going to set the tone for the evening. You’ll know when it’s time for your part, so please keep a listen out.”
“What are you talking about?” she called after him.
Chapter 8
Slamming the door behind him, he headed quietly down the dark hallway, still barefoot and now high. He loved a good plan, and felt giddy like a child at the thought of carrying it out.
After a few lines of coke, the castle seemed larger than before. The long winding halls, old Victorian paintings and hardwood floors covered in ancient rugs, made him feel as though he had traveled back in time.
Why did Dmitry want to live here in this mausoleum when he had enough money to buy something of his own, somewhere else, in some other country other than stuffy-ass England?
He found his way to the stairs that led to
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