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father had obviously paid good money for – but what killed the whole package was the cold, heartless stare that met Sergei’s gaze. She no more had an interest in being a part of this charade than he did. They had been pleasant to one another as their families planned the festivities that would unite them, but pleasant was as far as things went.
    Sergei didn’t want to marry Katya. He was certain of that. To be honest, he wanted out of the family business. Leaving the business wasn’t something that happened often, but it was possible. He had grown tired of dealing out death and having random loveless encounters. He yearned for a woman to warm more than his bed, someone that wanted to be with him for him and not the wealth and power of his family... or out of fear of what could happen if she denied him. He would never hurt a woman. Men? Sure! Women? Never.
    After the horrid meeting of his betrothed and her family, along with hours of wedding talk, Sergei needed to unwind. She wasn’t an unattractive woman, but he felt nothing. There was no chemistry between them at all. He had hoped there would be some spark of want when he looked at her, but there wasn’t even a hint of desire.
    In all honesty she didn’t appear to be any more interested in the marriage than he was. Maybe she already loved another. He wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
    After a long day of meetings and discussions about how the merge of the families would work, he needed a drink and time away from the pakhan and his soon-to-be-wife, who was now taking up residence in his father’s home. The change in residence was to help them get to know one another before the big day. He’d do his part, but he’d stay at his home in the city to give her space.
    Arriving at The Pulse, he parked near the entrance out of habit. In his line of work, it was best to be able to leave a scene quickly. He nodded at Ivan, the bouncer, as he strolled by. Ivan gave a quick nod in return. The waiting party-goers groaned and a few cursed when they saw him slip right in as they continued to wait.
    “You just don’t know who I am. Do you?” he mumbled under his breath. He didn’t make a habit of throwing his weight around; that was the old way. He preferred to be noticed but not feared. Sometimes it was good to just fit in amongst the crowd; to feel normal.
    “Sergei!” a familiar deep voice shouted from across the room.
    Turning towards the voice, Sergei saw his brother, Stepan. “Hey man,” Stepan said. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Not hanging around with the ball and chain?”
    “No. Katya’s pretty enough but...” He shook his head. “Never mind. Why am I trying to explain anything to you?” He scanned the room and was immediately drawn to two girls dancing together among the throng of dancers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. His cock twitched in his pants as he watched the woman with long black hair, mesmerized by the achingly slow movements of her body, imagining her grinding against his pelvis. She was damn hot and he wanted her.
    “What are you... oh... I see,” Stepan said with a laugh. “Found a tasty treat did you?”
    “Shut up, asshole. I’m not dead or married… yet,” Sergei growled, heading for the dance floor. In a few strides, he was right beside the woman, quickly matching her rhythm. He could feel the material of her skirt whisper across his thighs tempting him to grasp her taught bottom. When his body touched hers, it felt like electricity pulsed wildly through his body. She turned around, a look of shock on her face until her eyes met his large chest. Her eyes slowly danced along the expanse of his sculpted body, upwards to his face and a devilish grin.
    “What the hell!” she shouted above the music.
    “Sorry,” he said, never taking his eyes from hers. “I just couldn’t resist dancing with such a beautiful woman, milaya moy.” There was something familiar about this woman. A familiarity he couldn’t