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The command came without warning, startling you.
“Marry me.”
Glancing at Ivan from your place on the luxurious sofa, anda saw his violent eyes indulging themselves in you. Was he kidding? It was hard to be sure. Scoffing, anda replied, “Doesn’t sound like it should.” A small, pleasant laugh tinkled from his lips and your glance became a glare. He was kidding, wasn’t he? “It should be a question, Ivan.”
Returning your calculating vehemence with a grin, Ivan stood and crossed the room. “You do know that I’m quite serious, da?” His smile was cold. “I would not lightly risk being rejected, so, it is a command—not a question.” Understandable, anda supposed, but how dare he demand anything from you.
“Unless anda can ask,” anda ignored him as he stooped beside you, “I refuse.”
Kneeling beside the sofa, pressing his lips to your ear, Ivan whispered, “You would look lovely in white. My ice queen, anda would belong to me and me alone.” The words made anda shiver. So cruel and seductive, his beckons brushed against your cheek like the whim of a winter wind. Casting him a careful glance from the side, anda found a gloved hand stroking your throat. “You do not fear me, do you?”
Smiling, anda twisted onto your side and his hand descended down the length of your neck, sweeping across your chest. A sharp inhale caught anda off guard and anda scolded him with a sharp tinge to your tone, “I fear no man, Ivan.” Intrigued oleh your quiet tenacity, Ivan ran his hand back up your chest then down over your shoulder, tracing circles down your arm.
“Make me ask then,” Ivan insisted, smile challenging. “I will not ask unless I know anda will say yes.”
Confusion riddled your features. anda were not going to play games with the Russian. “Marriage is not something I would toy with. Didn’t I tell anda this,” your voice hardened despite the vulnerability of your words, “when we first became one?” Now it was Ivan’s turn to inhale sharply.
The room fell silent as Ivan forced a smile. “I need time to think.”
Irritated, anda pursed your lips; he did not have to be this difficult. He knew your answer better than anda did. Certainly anda were interested in being with him forever; anda practically spent every moment with the overprotective, childish miser. Yet, he had to be difficult, didn’t he? As Ivan bent to peck your scowl, anda grasped his face suddenly and yanked him down.
Stumbling onto the couch, onto you, Ivan had no choice but to ciuman anda back. Passion penetrating his lips and yours, anda refused to let him escape so quickly. Hungry with desire and lust, anda drew him closer as he fisted your hair and fumed affection into you.
Such a twisted, abstract love; but neither of anda wanted it any other way.
Aware that this sequence of events had been planned, anda growled into a kiss, “Just ask.” Clenching the folds of his coat, pulling him down further, anda were determined to hold him prisoner until the pertanyaan was spoken. Procrastinating, he squeezed your shoulders and kissed anda sweetly; anda minded that he was taking his time, knowing full-well that anda were now making demands. So what if anda were bossy? Ivan thrived off it.
“Since anda are insisting so strongly,” Ivan smiled, “if I requested it, would anda marry me?”
“Of course!” The annoyance quickened your voice.
“Good,” Ivan murmured, “because I already requested it. Consider yourself mine.”
Stopping to think, anda realized that he had cheated his way into indirectly asking anda to marry him. The nerve of that man! Mouth snapping open to object, anda found Ivan suddenly in possession of your arm, ciuman your soft skin. “That’s not fair! That’s cheating! Ah!” anda gasped as his lips grazed sensitive skin, fingers delicately brushing against your throat. Closing your eyes, overwhelmed oleh sensations, your fingers unfurled and cool metal slipped down the length of one of your digits.
Eye cracking open, anda found a ring on your finger and looked at Ivan.
Twisting, his victorious smile was followed oleh a chorus of triumph. “I win! I win! I win!” Getting up, he noticed your furious expression and that pleasant lilt entered his voice. “You know I only make fun of anda because I cinta you, da?” Your lower lip jutted out in a pout—you were not amused, no matter what the Russian did. He tricked you! He just tricked anda into marrying him! Ivan merely smiled, however, and announced, “I am going to schedule time for a ceremony. Wait here.”
“I’ll do as I please!” anda retorted, scowling until he disappeared.
Glowering, anda listened to his footsteps tread down the outside hall and started surveying your ring. Like it atau not, it was beautiful. Now, anda were not the romantic type, but anda had such appreciation for trivial trinkets; especially when such careful care had been put into constructing it. Slipping it off your finger, anda noticed the inscription on the inside of the silver band:
“Я люблю тебя.”
With great disdain, anda surrendered to a smile. It read, in Russian, “I cinta you.” Despite your captive situation, cold bliss curdled the thumping of your heart; in a way, something alive stirred within you. Stretching across the dipan, sofa and pulling the nearest drapery to your chest, anda willed a harsher chill to soothe the ice bunga burgeoning in your burning soul. From the window behind you, Ivan smiled; a melted snowdrop slipped down his cheek.
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The command came without warning, startling you.
“Marry me.”
Glancing at Ivan from your place on the luxurious sofa, anda saw his violent eyes indulging themselves in you. Was he kidding? It was hard to be sure. Scoffing, anda replied, “Doesn’t sound like it should.” A small, pleasant laugh tinkled from his lips and your glance became a glare. He was kidding, wasn’t he? “It should be a question, Ivan.”
Returning your calculating vehemence with a grin, Ivan stood and crossed the room. “You do know that I’m quite serious, da?” His smile was cold. “I would not lightly risk being rejected, so, it is a command—not a question.” Understandable, anda supposed, but how dare he demand anything from you.
“Unless anda can ask,” anda ignored him as he stooped beside you, “I refuse.”
Kneeling beside the sofa, pressing his lips to your ear, Ivan whispered, “You would look lovely in white. My ice queen, anda would belong to me and me alone.” The words made anda shiver. So cruel and seductive, his beckons brushed against your cheek like the whim of a winter wind. Casting him a careful glance from the side, anda found a gloved hand stroking your throat. “You do not fear me, do you?”
Smiling, anda twisted onto your side and his hand descended down the length of your neck, sweeping across your chest. A sharp inhale caught anda off guard and anda scolded him with a sharp tinge to your tone, “I fear no man, Ivan.” Intrigued oleh your quiet tenacity, Ivan ran his hand back up your chest then down over your shoulder, tracing circles down your arm.
“Make me ask then,” Ivan insisted, smile challenging. “I will not ask unless I know anda will say yes.”
Confusion riddled your features. anda were not going to play games with the Russian. “Marriage is not something I would toy with. Didn’t I tell anda this,” your voice hardened despite the vulnerability of your words, “when we first became one?” Now it was Ivan’s turn to inhale sharply.
The room fell silent as Ivan forced a smile. “I need time to think.”
Irritated, anda pursed your lips; he did not have to be this difficult. He knew your answer better than anda did. Certainly anda were interested in being with him forever; anda practically spent every moment with the overprotective, childish miser. Yet, he had to be difficult, didn’t he? As Ivan bent to peck your scowl, anda grasped his face suddenly and yanked him down.
Stumbling onto the couch, onto you, Ivan had no choice but to ciuman anda back. Passion penetrating his lips and yours, anda refused to let him escape so quickly. Hungry with desire and lust, anda drew him closer as he fisted your hair and fumed affection into you.
Such a twisted, abstract love; but neither of anda wanted it any other way.
Aware that this sequence of events had been planned, anda growled into a kiss, “Just ask.” Clenching the folds of his coat, pulling him down further, anda were determined to hold him prisoner until the pertanyaan was spoken. Procrastinating, he squeezed your shoulders and kissed anda sweetly; anda minded that he was taking his time, knowing full-well that anda were now making demands. So what if anda were bossy? Ivan thrived off it.
“Since anda are insisting so strongly,” Ivan smiled, “if I requested it, would anda marry me?”
“Of course!” The annoyance quickened your voice.
“Good,” Ivan murmured, “because I already requested it. Consider yourself mine.”
Stopping to think, anda realized that he had cheated his way into indirectly asking anda to marry him. The nerve of that man! Mouth snapping open to object, anda found Ivan suddenly in possession of your arm, ciuman your soft skin. “That’s not fair! That’s cheating! Ah!” anda gasped as his lips grazed sensitive skin, fingers delicately brushing against your throat. Closing your eyes, overwhelmed oleh sensations, your fingers unfurled and cool metal slipped down the length of one of your digits.
Eye cracking open, anda found a ring on your finger and looked at Ivan.
Twisting, his victorious smile was followed oleh a chorus of triumph. “I win! I win! I win!” Getting up, he noticed your furious expression and that pleasant lilt entered his voice. “You know I only make fun of anda because I cinta you, da?” Your lower lip jutted out in a pout—you were not amused, no matter what the Russian did. He tricked you! He just tricked anda into marrying him! Ivan merely smiled, however, and announced, “I am going to schedule time for a ceremony. Wait here.”
“I’ll do as I please!” anda retorted, scowling until he disappeared.
Glowering, anda listened to his footsteps tread down the outside hall and started surveying your ring. Like it atau not, it was beautiful. Now, anda were not the romantic type, but anda had such appreciation for trivial trinkets; especially when such careful care had been put into constructing it. Slipping it off your finger, anda noticed the inscription on the inside of the silver band:
“Я люблю тебя.”
With great disdain, anda surrendered to a smile. It read, in Russian, “I cinta you.” Despite your captive situation, cold bliss curdled the thumping of your heart; in a way, something alive stirred within you. Stretching across the dipan, sofa and pulling the nearest drapery to your chest, anda willed a harsher chill to soothe the ice bunga burgeoning in your burning soul. From the window behind you, Ivan smiled; a melted snowdrop slipped down his cheek.