Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

in my head. Wishing I’d grabbed her last time and made her come back to my home with me so I could get lost in her.
    “Kazier…”
    There it is, her voice. I look down to the bottle, thinking I’ve drunk it all and didn’t realize because her voice is so real.
    “Kazier…”
    This time the voice is closer. My eyes travel up, and when I see everyone’s eyes looking at me, or behind me, I know it’s her. Anton’s eyes are wide, Viktor’s eyes flick to Elina then back to Freya, who’s staring hard at Elina. When I turn, she’s standing there, in a dress that hugs every curve, her breasts are on display. Her hair is up high, showcasing the neck I like to bite, leave a mark on.
    “Elina,” I reply, pushing back my chair and standing to face her. Her golden eyes flick to me, then to Freya. I turn as well, Freya has the look of death written across her face. Like she wants to kill her.
    The boys stand, walking out. Anton walks around asking for Freya’s hand. She looks back to me then to Elina. I know she sees it, that no matter what, I won’t choose her over Elina. I wouldn’t want anyone over Elina. Maybe that’s a part of the spell she has me under, the one where it grips me and takes hold.
    I’ve known her for two years, been fucking her for two years. And not once has she asked me what I do, not once has she answered any of my questions about her. She dodges them, changes the subject. I know more about a woman I’ve hardly known a week than I know about Elina. Except, I can’t stop going back to her. I can’t say no.
    She knows this. And what a prime example it is to test her theory at my engagement party. The one place I should be saying no. The one place I should be walking away from her. But what if it’s the last time? What if it’s the last time I can feel her body under mine, hear her laugh? Not just her fake laugh, the one she gives me when we play when I slap her ass. It’s deep, it radiates through me like spreading fire. And I have a feeling she doesn’t share that with anyone. It took me over a year to hear that laugh, and I don’t intend to share that with anyone.
    “How did you know?” I haven’t told her about Freya, she doesn’t know I intend to marry another woman.
    Would it even upset her? I think not.
    She bites her pink lip, then takes a step closer to me, not close enough we’re touching, just close enough that I can smell her. Making me want her.
    “You didn’t want me to know?”
    “Would it change anything?” I ask, fighting the urge to touch her. It’s just us, I can hear the voices floating in from the other side of the door, I’m hoping no one enters.
    “No, it wouldn’t.” And I know she’s telling the truth. It wouldn’t affect her, at all . I wonder where her morals start and stop. She looks around the room, her eyes scanning the floor to the table where we were all sitting. Once she’s finished looking around, her eyes come back to mine. “Where too? What about here?” Her hands run along the wooden table, she strokes it with her fingers. “Could you fuck me, right here, on this table?” she asks in a sing-song voice.
    “You know I will.”
    She smirks at me, looking down, her eyes travel the length of me, stopping at my dick. Her hand reaches out, she cups me. Her long nails gripping me firmly. Just as I’m about to grab her, the door flies open. She doesn’t release me, she doesn’t even care to look who’s opened the door.
    When I see who it is, I want to slam the door back into place. Catara’s eyes go large, then follow Elina’s hand, then she looks up at me.
    “Your guests and fiancée are waiting for you,” she informs me harshly, her voice rising.
    “Kazier,” Elina moans.
    Fuck! I turn to her, her eyes hungry with need. I hear Catara pull in a deep breath, but before she can utter another word my hand is on Elina, and I’m pulling her with me as I exit the dining room. We walk straight through the kitchen where people are busy