Page 62 of Owned Bratva Bride

“Shut up!”

I chuckled.

“I almost had a seizure when I heard you got married. I came to check if your legs were now amputated or if you’re now mentally incapacitated.”

“Those are your wishes for me?” I queried as I set his drink in front of him.

“Those are the reasons you might be in need of an heir so bad.”

He took gulps of the whiskey.

“Well, you’ve seen for yourself.”

“And I’m amazed you eventually went ahead to wife someone up.”

“Everyone is.”

“I should meet your wife soon.”

My wife.

I loved the sound of it.

“You will. That’s if you’re not away in prison again.”

“Maybe if I meet her on time, we’ll be such good friends that she’ll visit me in prison.”

“Dream on.”

***

Marielle wasn’t in the master bedroom—our bedroom—when I got back from the warehouse.

I found her in the study through the security cameras and decided not to disturb her. If she enjoyed exploring the books in the study, she had every right to.

Hours later, I had just stepped out of the gym and was on my way to the bedroom when I saw her approach from the corridor.

We were close enough for me to see her eyes sweep over my body like I was a delicious meal.

It made my chest pump with pride. And desire.

“See something you like?” I asked, my own eyes taking in her body scantily clad in a fitted, off-the-shoulder dress.

“You just look…different. That’s all,” she explained, shrugging like she hadn’t just been caught. “I thought you only wore white and black. Suits and all.”

I moved closer, towering over her as she took a tiny step backward.

“I’m coming from the gym. And, of course, I wear tees and joggers when I’m not at work,” I pointed out. Then, I asked in a tone just above a whisper, “Is that all you were looking at?”

I could hear her labored breaths as I bent my head closer.

“What do you think?” she uttered.

I gripped her waist, and her back was against the wall in an instant.

“Don’t dare me,” I warned before my lips claimed hers.

Our lips moved with fervor, and I pulled her body closer to mine, letting the feel of her breasts against the soft cotton of my shirt drive me crazy. Her fingers went to my hair, and I felt my dick harden. Our tongues fought for dominance, our desires heating up by the second.