Page 55 of Untamed Beast
He takes a step towards Natalia and every nerve ending in my body screams at me to take action.“She thinks you’re stopping her from having fun. Maybe your wife shou?—”
“I really, really don’t think you want to finish that sentence.”
That’s Yuri. His nose is still busted from last night, so he’s well aware the kind of state that saying the wrong thing about Natalia will leave a guy in. He puts an arm out to block Henrik’s path towards Natalia, but the guy doesn’t seem to clock the danger he’s in.
He doesn’t listen.
He stumbles towards Natalia, practicallydrooling.Like a cartoon character with his eyes bugging out of his head in lust.
The tension’s so thick in the air it’s all I can feel, but from the look on this idiot’s face he thinks this is a great joke.
“You know, darlin’, if he’s not satisfying you…then you can always come and find me.”
For emphasis, he slaps her ass.
Natalia stands stock still, like a gazelle confronted by a lion. She’s frozen to the spot.
My grip tightens on the handle of my handgun.
The guy lets out the beginning of a smug chuckle. He doesn’t finish the first syllable of it before my bullet lodges itself in his temple.
Henrik or whatever-his-name-is crumples in a pile on the ground.
I feel nothing except irritation.
“Oh, my God.” The dazed look on Natalia’s face tells me this is the first time she’s seen a man die and she did not care for it.The blood drains from her face and for a second I wonder if she’s going to faint.
I rush to her side just in case, and the crowd parts to leave me a wide path.
She shakes off the hand I place on her shoulder, then walks back to the chessboard and takes her seat.“Another game?”
The crowd reforms around the chessboard.
Yuri raises his eyebrows at me. Motherfucker is encouraging this kind of behavior.
“Play time’s over,” I growl. As if me shooting one of these perverts didn’t send the message clearly enough.
Natalia’s mouth drops open, as if it’s outrageous that I would shoot a man for harassing her and then stop her from finishing her game against Yuri.
“We’re not done,” she protests.
Why is it that my men rarely question my orders but my fucking wife doesn’t listen to a single word I say?
Surrendering the game for her wasn’t enough. This time, I flip the corner of the board, sending the pieces into Yuri’s lap.
I grab Natalia’s wrist and pull her out the door. She shakes her hand from my grasp, clacking along ahead of me in those designer heels.
When we reach the top of the stairs, she whirls to face me, golden hair swirling over her shoulders and soaking me in that irresistible rose-and-sugar scent.
The left side of her dress is dark with Henrik’s blood. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths. Her soft, warm voice hits me in the gut.
“I know you’re a violent man, but I don’t belong to you, Aleksandr. That was unnecessary and rude.”
“Rude?” God, she’s so cute sometimes. It melts away my anger and I can’t help but smirk. She doesn’t even have a curse for me? Maybe Yuri isn’t such a bad influence on those delicate sensibilities. “I just shot a man who was coming on to you and you’re accusing me of having bad manners?”
Natalia stares at me. “Obviously, it was more than that, too.” She pushes her shoulders back and straightens up. The main effect of this is to thrust her breasts further towards me which, I’ve gotta give it to her, is pretty fucking distracting.
Doesn’t make me any less heated. This is exactly why she can’t be hanging out with a roomful of port workers in her spare time.I’m strong enough to resist her. But only just, and only because she confirmed that she didn’t want me to touch her the other night.
