Surprise washes over her face and I know she’s impressed. The ring is beautiful. More importantly, it’s better than the one Viktor gave her.
“Give me your hand.”
Without arguing, she obeys. I slip the ring on her finger and she gazes at it.
I look too and it feels like a mark of possession, branding her mine.
I don’t know if I’m fucked up for being more satisfied about this than everything else I stand to gain from owning her. Like the oil company masquerading as a vineyard she doesn’t know about.
Maybe I’m so taken with her because she’s so different from any other woman I’ve ever been with.
“I’m amazed that a brute like you has such good taste.”
Brute?
I don’t know anyone who uses words like that. It’s like she’s stuck in a classic novel likeJane EyreorPride and Prejudice. I only know about those books because Mom was obsessed.
“Then again,” she pauses. “It suits you to put something so beautiful on someone you loathe, like aSidorov.”
Her words slice into me deeper than they should, flaring my temper.
“At least the ring is yours and not some dead woman’s.” I know Viktor’s ring belonged to his grandmother. “I bought that ring for you with my hard-earned cash.”
“Hard-earned cash? You own a multi-billion dollar business.”
“I do now, but every cent in my bank account is money I worked for.” On the ships no one was above the other so I worked my ass off.
“In any event it was an honor to wear Viktor’s grandmother’s ring,” she retorts in a matter-of-fact tone that pisses me off.
“I’m sure it was. And I bet he was the perfect gentleman proposing with flowers and music and wine.”
“Of course he was. Not like you.” She issues me a cruel smile that shouldn’t look as sexy as it does, or enrage me as much as her words do.
When I grind my teeth, I know I’m going to make her impression of me even worse. But I don’t fucking care. “How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and suck my cock.”
Her mouth drops as if it’s the first time she’s heard me talk so crassly.
“You’re such a dick.”
“We’ve crossed that bridge, baby girl, now do as I say. And take your clothes off too.”
A flush of crimson steals her color and her eyes become pools of rage.
She takes off her clothes and her perfect naked body drives me insane. The scathing fury on her face could incinerate me, but her hard nipples tell another story.
I look her up and down, committing her beauty to memory. Her shapely breasts, the soft creamy curves of her hips, and her bare clean-shaven pussy.
All mine.
The thought moves me and I catch her waist, pulling her closer.
“Bend over and show me your pussy first.” I can barely speak past the arousal clogging my throat.
“What?” Her face pales.
“Just do it.”
She stifles a groan and bends forward, showing me her sweet round ass and the slit of her pussy lips.