Needless to say, I trust the men with my life, having grown up with them.
Mariya spends the time updating her social media accounts while Viktor takes a quick nap.
Tucking my phone into the breast pocket of my jacket, I relax in the luxurious leather seat, my eyes settling on the beauty across from me.
She changed into a tight pair of jeans, a silk blouse, and fuck-me heels.
The perfect princess as always.
Love and the desire to possess Mariya in every way
possible stir beneath my skin like a predator stalking its prey.
She glances up from her phone, her eyes touching on Viktor before locking with mine. Her gaze narrows slightly, then she tilts her head. "Already regretting coming along?" "No." A smirk curves my lips. "I'm actually looking forward to this weekend."
So. Fucking. Much.
Her tongue darts out, swiping over her bottom lip, making her look like the goddess of seduction.
Jesus, she oozes sex appeal by the bucket loads. Mariya lets out a sigh and glances out of the window. "It's so damn hard to read you."
The corner of my mouth curves up higher. "That frustrates you?"