Page 89 of Owned Bratva Bride

“Not even when I tell you I’m ready? That I want this?”

“Goodnight, Marielle.”

He twisted his body around, giving me his back.

I shifted back to my position, covering myself up.

I was right.

He was actively distancing himself from me. I felt how his body stiffened against mine, saw how his eyes roamed, heard the struggle in his voice. It wasn’t just work or circumstances. He was choosing to be distant.

Two can play, Eduard.

***

I was casually walking down the balcony hall when I spotted Eduard downstairs. He was talking to a tall, slender, silver-blonde lady who looked like she belonged on the cover of a Russian fashion magazine. There was nothing remarkable about seeing Eduard; his face was unreadable, and his jaw was tight as usual. It was everything about her that made me want to throw hands.

Her sequined dress screamed old money. But it was the way she looked at him and how close she stood to him. Shelooked too comfortable around him. It was like they had known each other all their lives. It made me feel like an outsider.

I lost it when she brought her slim hand to his chest playfully, almost innocently.

I walked toward them.

My voice icy, tone cold, I bit out, “Don’t let me disturb your reunion.”

The woman’s cold smile turned into a smirk as she walked away. I took a step to do the same when Eduard’s hand grabbed my waist.

My back came in contact with the wall as he questioned, “Jealous?”

“You wish!” I spat.

I pushed his chest to get away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning me.

“You think I want her? Or anyone else?”

His voice was raspy and low.

He brought my waist against his lower body as he kissed me ferociously. I didn’t kiss back.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth as his hand rubbed against my pussy through my joggers. My body quivered, but I refused to give in. I was too pissed to. His other hand grabbed my breast and rolled my nipple.

When he bent to kiss my neck, I pushed against him and got out of his hold.

“Go look for an unstable jerk like yourself. I’m not interested,” I remarked, my voice bitter.

Still trembling, I walked out of his sight and went into the bedroom.

I went into the bathroom, trying to slow my breaths as I held onto the sink.

I don’t care.

But what I told myself didn’t explain the anger burning inside of me. The picture of that lady talking to him like they were a thing still made me tighten my fist. It contradicted what I was telling myself. And that was frustrating.

Even if I didn’t like it, it didn’t change the fact that thinking of Eduard with another woman affected me. It filled me with fury that he would touch another woman. I couldn’t help but contrast how he stopped my hands a few nights ago with how he let her touch him tonight. It made me feel hurt and defeated, even though he didn’t deserve it.

A part of me wanted to hear the bedroom door open. But he didn’t come back. And it made my heart drop.

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I wondered where he was. I wondered what he was doing and, more specifically, with whom.