Page 98 of Konstantin

Once we’re alone, Konstantin’s eyes rake over me, the ferocity of his stare lingering as it glides over my skin. “If you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to take you shopping.”

I frown. “Shopping for what?”

“The party. It’s time to get you a wardrobe worthy of my wife.”

A sigh escapes me. “That’s not necessary. Keep your money. I’m happy with my own clothes.”

He gives a slight chuckle. “That’s thoughtful of you to worry about my finances, but I assure you, I have plenty to spare.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “And you, katyonak, need to look the part. Otherwise, people will start talking.”

I roll my eyes, but it doesn’t stop him from leading me out of the house and toward the back of the SUV. One of his men sits at the wheel, another in the passenger seat. The engine whirrs to life as we pull away from the estate, his powerful hand cupping my knee, and I find an odd comfort every time he touches me.

When we finally arrive, it’s at a place that feels like it was made for people like Konstantin. Expensive, high-end, every corner of it designed to scream wealth and power.

“Mr. Marinov, I’m so happy to see you,” the woman at the front desk practically purrs, her eyes lighting up when she spots him.

Her greeting is laced with too much enthusiasm, and my irritation spikes immediately. The thought of grabbing the nearest stiletto andstabbing it through her eye is strangely tempting right now.

But Konstantin doesn’t even spare her a glance. His features remain tight, authoritative, as he strides past her without breaking his pace.

“Do you have everything I asked for?”

“Of course, sir! We have all the pieces for your…uh, wife…in the back.” Her eyes flick briefly toward me before quickly returning to him, sending him a gaze drenched in lust.

The woman’s stupidity is almost unbearable. Does she have a death wish?

Tension builds in my chest, but Konstantin’s fingers tightening around my hand draw my focus back to him.

“She’s nothing,” he says, loud enough for her to hear, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

The woman goes pale, her face reddening.

“I-I swear I wasn’t—” she stammers, but he cuts her off before she can dig herself deeper.

“You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”

Her eyes pop wide at the lethal tone of his voice, and a small smile tugs at my lips.

The woman clears her throat and steps back, visibly shaken, her hands clasped in front of her white blazer.

Konstantin’s arm slides around my back, tugging me close. His front presses against mine, the heat of his body making me warm all over.

“I must say…” His voice drops low and gravelly, his mouth grazing my lips. “I’m relieved to find you so jealous, Mrs. Marinova. I was starting to think this marriage wasn’t going to work.”

I throw my arms over his shoulders, a grin tilting. “Tell my husband not to be so full of himself. I wasn’t all that jealous.”

He laughs, a low, satisfied sound that sends a jolt through me. Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, gentle, yet urgent. A softkiss that sparks something deeper.

A groan slips from him as he shifts back, his eyes darkening. “Come with me.”

Before I can react, he grips my arm, pulling me toward the back of the store and yanking me into an empty changing room. My chest rises rapidly as he watches me, his gaze turning predatory, the air crackling between us with something unspoken. Then, without warning, his lips crash to mine, urgent and possessive.

I’m barely able to catch my breath, our mouths colliding with such force that it’s like we’re fighting for dominance. He groans into the kiss, his fingers threading through my hair, gripping the back of my head with an intensity that makes my pulse hammer. This kiss…it’s wild, almost violent, like we’re both on the edge of something we can’t control.

Every second he pulls me deeper into his spell, my body responds, aching, desperate for him. His hands are everywhere, ripping at my clothes, each touch pushing me closer to the brink.

My fingers work quickly to undo his belt, dragging his pants down with urgency until his cock springs free. And in one swift motion, he lifts me in the air, my back flat against the wall, the heat between us burning hotter with every second.

With a growl, he grips a handful of my hair, his eyes on mine as he thrusts into me with punishing force.