LEV PETROV (Wild Men Series #3) Book 2

Chapter 3

LEV

"I DO."

Two words sealed our fate. Forever ng nakatali si Bree sa akin. Good thing? Hell, fucking yes.

But there's a catch. Apparently, ang dalawang katagang iyon din ang nagsimula ng Civil War sa pagitan namin. Right now, she's shooting daggers my way. Kulang na lang ibaon ako sa lupa ng asawa ko.

A string was pulled in my heart at the last words.

Asawa ko. Shit.

This feisty woman is mine. Fucking finally.

"Historians are scam." Bulong ko habang sinasalubong ang matatalim na tingin ni Bree.

Dumaan ang katanungan sa mga mata niya. Ikiniling ko ang ulo sa kanan, clucked my tongue.

"Hindi Hapon o anumang nuclear weapon ang magsisimula ng World War III. Weddings are."

"Now that's a statement I hope every one of your friends hears. You have no freaking idea what you have started, Mr. Petrov." She leaned forward, invading my personal space.

Naparalisa ako.

I blink slowly. A pair of burned cinnamon clashed with my icy blue ones. While mine dripped with longing, hers were full of hatred and contempt. At wala akong choice kung hindi ang tanggapin ang lahat ng iyon.

My jaw tightened. Trepidation surged through me but I shoved it aside. Nagpakawala 'ko nang malalim na hininga, kinakalma ang sarili. A big freaking mistake 'cause my senses have been conquered by her intoxicating scent–jasmine and vanilla.

Excitement courses to every crevice of my dark soul. Next thing I knew, I am shifting my weight from my left foot to right, discreetly adjusting my cock.

Yeah. I know this is the worst time to get a boner but can you blame me? It's Bree we're talking about here.

"Pervert." My bride whispered- hissed. Nakapako sa pundiya ko ang mga mata niya. And when she dragged her eyes up, napasinghap ito. The culprit is the red lace placed in my breast pocket.

I smirked and tapped the destroyed undies I'd been sporting as my handkerchief. Lalong nangamatis ang mga pisngi ni Bree.

"Stop doing that."

"Why? Hindi ba bagay sa tux ko ang lace undies mo? It's a new trend. I think."

"Trend mong mukha mo. You're disgusting. Manyak."

Halos mabilaukan sa pag-ubo ang pare sa tapat namin. Habang ang mga kupal kong kaibigan ay panay ang hiyawan at palapakan. Definitely hearing our heated exchange.

Ako? I shamelessly rearrange my bulge while drinking her in. I will not deny her accusation. To be honest, I am more pleased 'cause it goes to show that she's still attuned to me. To this inexplicable hunger I have for her.

Isa pa, my boner is a lost cause. It's been eight hundred and fifty-five days since my stupid cock tasted a pussy, so yes. Tag-libog ako. And, yes, bilang ko ang bawat araw na puro si Marry P–aka Mariang Palad, Logan's words not mine, ang kaulayaw ko sa bawat magdamag.

"Sir. Ahm. . ." The presiding priest cleared his throat, cutting the thick sexual tension in the air.

"What?" I spat but my gaze never leaves the face of my blushing bride.

Can she read all the filthy thoughts that are running inside my brain right now? How I want her on my knees. On all fours. Or, that I want Bree's smart mouth wrapped around my cock–