A spike of heat darts to my groin, and for a moment, I’m so lost, I forget where I am.
The stranger, however, doesn’t even bother to hide the obvious fact that he’s checking me out. Or how inappropriate he is. Surely, he can see I’m about to take my vows.
“Can I help you?” Aleksander stares the man down with raw scrutiny.
His question snaps my thoughts back to reality.
“Yes, you can, Pakhan.” The man dips his head respectfully. I notice he speaks with a slight accent I can’t quite place. At first, it sounds like the mixed Russian/American most of the men I know speak, but there’s a difference. “I am Desmier Volkova.”
“Volkova?”Viktor drops my hand. His whole body goes rigid. And I see surprise, then disbelief, before he shuts down.
“I object to this wedding.” The man’s voice sounds like thunder, sending a shockwave through my heart.
“Why?” Viktor’s voice is just as demanding, just as powerful.
“This wedding cannot continue becauseyouare not Evgeni Volkova’s eldest son. Iam.” He holds up the envelope. “As per this contract, it ismewho is supposed to marry this woman. Andmewho is next in line to inherit all that our father owns.”
ChapterTwo
Desmier
Blood drains from Anastasia Sidorov’s already pale skin when she hears my venomous words of objection.
As her full lips part in shock, I instantly think of her mouth around my cock, and I find myself smiling like the psycho I am.
I know how strange I must look to all the shocked people observing me, but I don’t care. Stealing Anastasia is just the beginning of what I plan to do.
My brother’s betrothed is just a pretty emblem of his imminent defeat and the first of many trophies I will be taking.
There, there, Princess. This monster won’t be eating you just yet. But I do plan to very soon.
Anastasia is truly beautiful and tempting, even to a man like me who’s had his fair share of women.
Her eyes are a bright crystal blue, like the Icelandic glaciers I love sailing around, and that hair of hers is cotton white like the old Norse paintings of Valkyries. There’s a fire burning within those eyes that’s fitting to the description, and I’d bet underneath that dainty princess exterior, she wishes she could claw my eyes out.
Or maybe she has other things in mind for me. I didn’t miss the arousal that sparked in her gaze when she first looked at me. If she’s the kind of girl who acts innocent on the outside but is secretly thinking of fucking, I’m game. The dress hugging her decadent body highlights all the parts of her that make a man think with his dick. I can’t wait to force her to her knees and train her to please me.
The thought widens my wicked smile.
“Clearly, this is some fucked-up misunderstanding.” Viktor walks up to me with his hands balled into solid fists.
I was already prepared for him to challenge me. And I’m sure he didn’t like the way I looked at his woman either. But even I have to accept that his reaction is completely understandable. Hearing you’re about to lose everything to the half-brother you never knew about can’t be easy. That’s, however, as far as my consideration goes.
I’m four months older than him. That was my ticket to today. This motherfucker had everything I never did growing up.
He’s about to find out how it feels to have those privileges taken away from him.
“I assure you,little brother, this is no misunderstanding.” My voice is infused with mockery that makes his nostrils flare.
“Little brother?”With his fists raised,Viktor steps into my personal space. A big mistake. If I didn’t have a grand plan, he’d be dead. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“Want to fight me?” I’m not here to fight, but God knows I’ll gladly do it. “I assure you, you won’t win.”
Viktor charges me, but Zakh and Malik grab his arms, holding him back.
At that moment, I see how similar we all look. We all have the same height, build, high cheekbones, and distinct facial features that make us look like brothers. We’re also similar in age with Zakh being twenty-seven and Malik, twenty-six.
The only differences are our eye and hair color. Viktor, Zakh, and I have the same dark hair, but Malik’s is blond like his mother’s. And I have my mother’s eyes.