Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He didn’t mind people fearing him. In fact, he relished it. Being Boris Belsky’s oldest son didn’t have too many perks. It had a lot of responsibility and people looked to him to see how capable Boris was.
As for his father, he knew he made Boris proud.
With Galina in his arms, he had to look around at any imposing threat. Their enemies were always close, wanting to take control of the Belsky empire, or to find a weakness. They would never find one.
“You’re disgusting. You know that, right?” Galina said.
He couldn’t help but smile. No matter what shit he threw her way, she always came back with a bite. Didn’t she realize yet that it made her more interesting? Most of the girls at school were easy and attempted to throw themselves at him. They wanted a piece of the Belsky pie. Even though he’d known Galina all her life, not once had she ever thrown herself at him. If anything, she seemed to look at him with more contempt than anything else. While other girls attempted to dress to please him, thrusting their tits out, putting way too much makeup on and wearing scanty clothing, Galina didn’t. She never wore any makeup. He’d seen her in the morning with her hair messy, wearing old ratty pajamas, and she never showed off that impressive cleavage.
Galina had been gifted in the curves department and all through high school, while everyone called her fat, he didn’t see it.
Her ass filled jeans, her thighs looked like they could take a good fucking, and he had lost count of the number of times he fantasized about those tits. None of it changed the fact that Galina always gave him the cold shoulder. Always. She never followed him around, not when he hung out with Peter, never. He sometimes hoped to catch her stalking in the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. It never happened. Fucking never. Not even when they were in high school.
She stayed as far away from him as possible, even when he made sure no one would be friends with her. If they even tried to be friends, he threatened them or got one of his guys to fuck the girl that tried, and then the girl would be so afraid of being dumped, she’d do whatever he asked. Then of course, if there was a guy interested in her, he made sure some other girl took his attention away.
Galina had no one, and she still didn’t care. She never came to him for anything, which pissed him off, but fine, he lived with it, opting to make her life miserable rather than better.
Running his hand down her back, going toward the curve of her ass, he pulled her even closer, feeling her tense up.
“Disgusting or not, you do realize you’re going to belong to me, don’t you?” he asked.
“I hate you.”
He tutted. “I’ve also been told there’s a fine line between love and hate. Are you sure you haven’t gotten those two feelings confused?”
She pressed her lips together. Her mother had trained her well. He expected her to give some kind of clue that they were having an argument. Instead, he got the fake smile.
“You surprise me, Mikhail.”
“I do? Tell me how.”
“I thought you would look for any excuse to get out of this marriage. If you remember, you despise me. You don’t like me. I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but it had to be something. Why would you want to be married to me? I mean, I’m going to be the mother of your children. There is no divorce, only death. You will either have to kill me, or put up with me for the next fifty-plus years.”
This made him chuckle. “Tell me, Galina, which part of that scares you, because I’m in it for the long haul. Fifty years, bring it on. It will still be my name spilling from those lips when I make you come. It will be my cum filling you up, making you pregnant with my babies.” He took a deep breath. “In fact, as I think about it, I look forward to it. Maybe we should get started right away.”
He felt her tense, and rather than allow her to cause a scene, he held her even tighter.
“Get off me.”
“No,” he said. “You need to face reality, Galina. There is no getting away from this. Our fathers made this deal. Now, you can either be a spoiled brat and cause a scene, tell them you don’t want to marry me for some fucked-up childish reason, or you do what all women do, and that is fucking deal with it. We’re in this together, and we can make it hard or easy. That’s really up to you.”
The song came to an end, and he stepped away, holding her hand up to his lips and kissing the knuckles.