I get Katya out of the ballroom without any of my men asking questions. The moment we’re in my private town car – with my personal driver – I let myself relax.
“Where are we going?” she asks, looking out the window. “This isn’t the way to your house.”
“My house is no longer secure. Your brother knows about it and I’m sure he’s caught wind of this wedding by now. He’ll try to attack me there. No, we’re going somewhere else. It’s our honeymoon after all.”
“Honeymoon?” she squeaks. It’s cute in an innocent way. God, I can’t wait to take her innocence from her.
“Yes. I thought we could go to France. Paris is beautiful this time of year.”
“France? You’re taking me out of the country? But I don’t have a passport.”
“I had one made for you yesterday.”
“So you were already planning to take me out of the country?”
“Yes.” I stare into her beautiful big eyes and all I want is to comfort her all over again. “It’s all handled.”
“So, this was the plan, even if I hadn’t killed that man?”
“Yes. You’re going to be mine, Katya, sooner or later. I thought a honeymoon could be a good chance for us to get to know each other.”
“Where my brother can’t get to you, you mean.”
I throw her a smirk. “Precisely.”
She stares out the window and from the reflection, I can tell that her eyes are filled with sadness.
“You miss your brother, I know. But he doesn’t own you anymore.”
“You do,” she snaps.
“I do. We took our vows together. You’re wearing my ring.” I take her left hand and run my finger over the wedding ring bound around hers. “You are mine now, Katya.”
“I thought you just wanted to hurt my brother? You don’t have to go to all these lengths just to hurt him.”
“Because it’s more than just about hurting him now. It’s about claiming you. Making you mine. And truly beating Dimitri that way. You’re too delectable for me to ignore. Too innocent. I need to have it at some point and I know you’ll give in to me.”
“How do you know?” she whispers.
“Because I know.”
Her eyes widen before ducking her chin to her chest. I think we both know that I’m right. She’s a woman who craves to be a woman and I’m a man who wants to teach her what it’s like to be a woman.
On our honeymoon, we can start.
Katya
Alek’s driver takes us to a private hanger where his jet is. It’s amarvel that he owns one.
“How much money do you have?” I ask, holding his jacket tightly around my shoulders.
“A lot,” is his only answer. Alek likes to decide what to tell me on his own terms. Just like how he told me he killed his first man at age thirteen. I’m still shocked by that. So young.
Just like I was young when I saw my dad murder my mom right before my eyes. Only eight years old and it still haunts me years later.
The inside of the jet is spacious and decorated in soft cream colors. Relaxing. Well, it would be if I wasn’t so nervous about traveling to a different country for our honeymoon.
“Why France?” I ask, settling in one of the seats. Maybe if I talk enough I can forget about what I did to Jack. I can forget about the fact that I’m going to a new country which will make Dimitri finding me even harder.
