“I would love to. If he would give me the time of day. He’s avoided me since we got married.”
“See, I love it when Rurik avoids me.”
Kira shook her head, smiling.
Luerna set her coffee cup down. “I, uh, see you’ve kept the weight off.”
Kira didn’t like this redirection. “Yep. Been working out every day. Eating healthy. I love having my own place. No offense, but to finally have a house all to myself is freeing. Have you ever thought about moving?”
“Rurik would never. He’s got everything right where he wants it. I try to move a single vase and I’m in for it.”
Kira chewed her lip, noticing the way her sister eyed everything in the house like it was all covered in slime. She hated living in this house. There were cameras, listening devices, and guards in random corners. It made Kira appreciate her new place more, and surprisingly, she was ready to go back home.
Home.She realized she called Maxim’s mansion home.
A guard came into the room and leaned down into Luerna’s ear. “Maxim Morozov is at the gate.”
She looked at Kira with wide eyes. “Uh oh.”
Kira ‘tsked.’ “Unbelievable.”
The girls stood, leaving the kids in the room, as Maxim’s limo pulled up the drive. “He’s not going to hurt you, is he?” Luerna hugged her arm protectively.
“I’d never allow it. I’ll cut him if he tries.”
“Kira–”
“It was a joke. What would you do if Rurik hit you?”
Luerna pressed a smile. “Runaway with my secret lover.”
Kira laughed, falling into her sister.
Maxim got out of the car, buttoning his jacket as he approached. Kira sucked in a breath. She didn’t think she would ever get used to how amazing he looked. He edged his beard, and the thin layer of hair on his head was faded perfectly. And perhaps the one main thing that got her attention was the silver wedding band around his ring finger. It was insane to know that such a man belonged to her.
He kissed Kira’s cheek and then Luerna’s. “Ladies. Sorry to interrupt, but my brother invited us to a dinner party tonight. I will need to steal back my wife.”
Kira watched him with a sneer. How could he be so pleasant in front of others? Why did strangers get a better greeting than she ever did? How was that fair?
“I brought a dress.” He motioned to the driver, and the man ran up with a dress bag, passing it to one of Luerna’s servants. “If you would please get ready.”
Kira could show defiance, but it was something that Luerna would do. It wasn’t how she ever wanted to be. If Maxim could be nice, so could she. “Give me half an hour.” She smiled and went inside.
The dress was skin-tight, and Kira had to wiggle into it. The top was a halter, squeezing her breasts to a point she could barely breathe, and there was a long slit on the thigh, nearly reaching her panty line. Luerna clipped her hair, a process that would have taken Kira an hour, but took Luerna ten minutes. Her sister had much practice in getting all three of the Morozov daughters ready for whatever event their father had set up. She was better than most hairstylists and knew how to do just the right amount of makeup. Kira smiled in the mirror, disappointed that despite all the changes, she still didn’t feel beautiful enough.
It was difficult getting the car. The slit only rose higher, and she placed her hand over it as she sat in the seat. Maxim was on the opposite side, watching her with amusement.
Maxim knew the dress would look amazing on her, but he didn’t know how much it would turn him on. Why did she have to be so beautiful? This distance thing could work if he weren’t physically attracted to her. Or if he could sleep with a random woman whenever he found himself struggling. It would make things so much easier. But as it were, he was annoyingly faithful, and that meant blue balls every time he was in Kira’s presence.
Maxim shifted uncomfortably. He had a direct view of her breasts, and with every inhale she took, they only got bigger. Then the slit along her leg, showing the creamy skin of her thigh. He turned his gaze away, lest he get caught drooling like a pubescent teen.
Kira kept fidgeting, however, and it brought his attention back to her. She pulled down the slit as it rode high up her thigh. Then he noticed the problem and had an easy solution. “Take off your underwear.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can see it. Take it off.”
“No.”
