“You arenotwearing that to travel, Katya.” Evelina shook her head, no room for argument in her tone, though she kept her voice soft and controlled. Evelina Vasiliev rarely lost her temper. “I will not have my daughter looking like a tramp.”
“It’s a private plane, mother. Who’s going to see me?” Katya groaned out, eyes going to the sky in annoyance.
“I will see you, Katya. And so will your father, your brother, Marisha, Nikolai, the pilot, the copilot--”
“Enough, Mother. You’d think we were stuck in the fifties with the way you act. It’s modern times. I am allowed to show more than my ankles and wrists.”
“Not onmyplane.” Evelina crossed her own arms and tapped the toe of her Italian leather high heel on the bricks below
“Ugh. Fine,” Katya muttered, and Evelina nodded in triumph before walking away.
I watched the Bratva Queen disappear into the house and smirked. She’d been like a second mother to me whilst my own mother, badass mafia matron that she was, enjoyed her retirement in California. After my father’s early death, she’d taken his place for a while and her name could still make some of the older soldiers shake in their damn boots.
I smirked at the thought. No. Diana Markov was not a woman you crossed. She often called just to scold me, telling me to get more serious with my life. Her and Evelina made quite the fearsome duo when they banded together to nag me. No doubt Mother Markov would get wind of Alexander’s pending nuptials and prod me to take that next step as well.
Continuing to smirk, despite the gruesome idea of my pending nuptials, I walked over towards Katya. She was still standing beside her luggage, lean hip jutted out and her arms crossed while her pert, full mouth pouted.
The outfit wasn’t too revealing, for my tastes at least, but then again, I’d seen her supple, glorious body in the tiniest of string bikinis in the past. She could board a plane in neon pasties and a thong for all I cared. I’d enjoy every inch of the sight.
“I think you look fine, Katya.” I leaned against a young tree, its trunk bending ever so slightly at my weight and she turned to glare at me. “I mean, if we were heading to Amsterdam’s red-light district instead of Fiji, that is.” I winked at her.
She scowled, amber eyes narrowing as she uncrossed her arms and pushed long, dark hair over her shoulders. Golden highlights caught the sun, enhancing her honey tan.
If she didn’t hate me so much, and if she wasn’t the sister of my best friend and future king, I’d throw her over my shoulder right now, take her somewhere quiet and fuck her brains out. I almost closed my eyes at the thought, imagining the warmth of her velvety opening wrapping around my hard, thick cock.
“There is nothing wrong with my outfit, you waste of air sleazebag. A woman can show as much skin as she wants. Anywhere. Anytime. If a man can’t control his thoughts or body, then he’s at fault,” She snapped her fingers angrily several times as she spoke, attitude dripping from her lips, and I held my hands up in defense and chuckled.
“So…” I dragged out the word, “this foot of material,” I reached out and hooked a finger beneath the spaghetti strap of the insanely short, fitted dress which had deliberately planned cutouts on each side and a peek-a-boo diamond opening at the breasts, “is supposed to be enough for me tonotimagine what’s underneath?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Do you think about what’s underneath my clothes, Nik?” She purred out the words, and I could smell trouble from a mile away, yet couldn’t get myself out of my own trap. “You know, now that Alex’s getting married, our time’s coming. Coming,” she licked her lips as she said the word ‘coming’ again slowly and suggestively, “fast and furiously. We can always practice together. For marriage, I mean.”
Heat rose in my body, and I couldn’t fight the quick throbs pulsing through my cock. Yet, my brain new that touching Katya like that… fuck, Alex might kill me himself rather than having someone else do it.
“You play with fire, little girl,” I growled, knowing the images racing through my brain were like orange-red flames glinting in my eyes. Promises of something we could never do. It was better to taunt her and torment her. Much better to stay sometimes-enemies, than become doomed fuck buddies.
She took a step closer to me, gaze narrowing. Her nude lips were glistening from when she’d licked them. I wanted to see her pink tongue darting out again. I wanted to see her licking other things… sensual, warm, wet things
“You forget, Nik. I’m not a little girl anymore. I haven’t been for a long time.”
Katya turned quickly, swaying away from me in such a way that the tiny dress inched up to reveal the curves of her tanned ass cheeks.
If she were anyone else…
Anybody else’s daughter or sister…
She’d not be able to walk tomorrow.
“Nik!” Alexander’s voice yelled for me and I turned around to find him alone, his watchful gaze studying me and the place where his sister had just stood. But he said nothing about our banter, if in fact he’d heard and seen enough of it to hazard a guess that our usual taunts had taken a more overtly sexual beat. “Come on. I need to do some quick shopping for Marisha before we leave.”
“You’re even doing her shopping for her now, brother? Are you so far gone?” I took long strides, closing the distance between us in seconds. I couldn’t hide the look of disgust from my face.
“She needs to rest.” He shrugged, as if him shopping for a woman’s things was completely normal. “Maybe while we’re out, you can window shop for a wife.”
I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
“There’s no escaping it, is there?” I searched Alexander’s face, hoping that he’d come up with some brilliant strategy to stay single forever.
But he only laughed and shook his head.
