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The command came without warning, startling you.
“Marry me.”
Glancing at Ivan from your place on the luxurious sofa, u saw his violent eyes indulging themselves in you. Was he kidding? It was hard to be sure. Scoffing, u 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, u supposed, but how dare he demand anything from you.
“Unless u can ask,” u 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, u would belong to me and me alone.” The words made u 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, u found a gloved hand stroking your throat. “You do not fear me, do you?”
Smiling, u twisted onto your side and his hand descended down the length of your neck, sweeping across your chest. A sharp inhale caught u off guard and u scolded him with a sharp tinge to your tone, “I fear no man, Ivan.” Intrigued door 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 u will say yes.”
Confusion riddled your features. u were not going to play games with the Russian. “Marriage is not something I would toy with. Didn’t I tell u 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, u pursed your lips; he did not have to be this difficult. He knew your answer better than u did. Certainly u were interested in being with him forever; u 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, u grasped his face suddenly and yanked him down.
Stumbling onto the couch, onto you, Ivan had no choice but to kiss u back. Passion penetrating his lips and yours, u refused to let him escape so quickly. Hungry with desire and lust, u drew him closer as he fisted your hair and fumed affection into you.
Such a twisted, abstract love; but neither of u wanted it any other way.
Aware that this sequence of events had been planned, u growled into a kiss, “Just ask.” Clenching the folds of his coat, pulling him down further, u were determined to hold him prisoner until the vraag was spoken. Procrastinating, he squeezed your shoulders and kissed u sweetly; u minded that he was taking his time, knowing full-well that u were now making demands. So what if u were bossy? Ivan thrived off it.
“Since u are insisting so strongly,” Ivan smiled, “if I requested it, would u marry me?”
“Of course!” The annoyance quickened your voice.
“Good,” Ivan murmured, “because I already requested it. Consider yourself mine.”
Stopping to think, u realized that he had cheated his way into indirectly asking u to marry him. The nerve of that man! Mouth snapping open to object, u found Ivan suddenly in possession of your arm, kissing your soft skin. “That’s not fair! That’s cheating! Ah!” u gasped as his lips grazed sensitive skin, fingers delicately brushing against your throat. Closing your eyes, overwhelmed door sensations, your fingers unfurled and cool metal slipped down the length of one of your digits.
Eye cracking open, u found a ring on your finger and looked at Ivan.
Twisting, his victorious smile was followed door 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 u because I love 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 u 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!” u retorted, scowling until he disappeared.
Glowering, u listened to his footsteps tread down the outside hall and started surveying your ring. Like it of not, it was beautiful. Now, u were not the romantic type, but u had such appreciation for trivial trinkets; especially when such careful care had been put into constructing it. Slipping it off your finger, u noticed the inscription on the inside of the silver band:
“Я люблю тебя.”
With great disdain, u surrendered to a smile. It read, in Russian, “I love you.” Despite your captive situation, cold bliss curdled the thumping of your heart; in a way, something alive stirred within you. Stretching across the divan, bank and pulling the nearest drapery to your chest, u willed a harsher chill to soothe the ice bloem 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, u saw his violent eyes indulging themselves in you. Was he kidding? It was hard to be sure. Scoffing, u 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, u supposed, but how dare he demand anything from you.
“Unless u can ask,” u 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, u would belong to me and me alone.” The words made u 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, u found a gloved hand stroking your throat. “You do not fear me, do you?”
Smiling, u twisted onto your side and his hand descended down the length of your neck, sweeping across your chest. A sharp inhale caught u off guard and u scolded him with a sharp tinge to your tone, “I fear no man, Ivan.” Intrigued door 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 u will say yes.”
Confusion riddled your features. u were not going to play games with the Russian. “Marriage is not something I would toy with. Didn’t I tell u 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, u pursed your lips; he did not have to be this difficult. He knew your answer better than u did. Certainly u were interested in being with him forever; u 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, u grasped his face suddenly and yanked him down.
Stumbling onto the couch, onto you, Ivan had no choice but to kiss u back. Passion penetrating his lips and yours, u refused to let him escape so quickly. Hungry with desire and lust, u drew him closer as he fisted your hair and fumed affection into you.
Such a twisted, abstract love; but neither of u wanted it any other way.
Aware that this sequence of events had been planned, u growled into a kiss, “Just ask.” Clenching the folds of his coat, pulling him down further, u were determined to hold him prisoner until the vraag was spoken. Procrastinating, he squeezed your shoulders and kissed u sweetly; u minded that he was taking his time, knowing full-well that u were now making demands. So what if u were bossy? Ivan thrived off it.
“Since u are insisting so strongly,” Ivan smiled, “if I requested it, would u marry me?”
“Of course!” The annoyance quickened your voice.
“Good,” Ivan murmured, “because I already requested it. Consider yourself mine.”
Stopping to think, u realized that he had cheated his way into indirectly asking u to marry him. The nerve of that man! Mouth snapping open to object, u found Ivan suddenly in possession of your arm, kissing your soft skin. “That’s not fair! That’s cheating! Ah!” u gasped as his lips grazed sensitive skin, fingers delicately brushing against your throat. Closing your eyes, overwhelmed door sensations, your fingers unfurled and cool metal slipped down the length of one of your digits.
Eye cracking open, u found a ring on your finger and looked at Ivan.
Twisting, his victorious smile was followed door 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 u because I love 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 u 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!” u retorted, scowling until he disappeared.
Glowering, u listened to his footsteps tread down the outside hall and started surveying your ring. Like it of not, it was beautiful. Now, u were not the romantic type, but u had such appreciation for trivial trinkets; especially when such careful care had been put into constructing it. Slipping it off your finger, u noticed the inscription on the inside of the silver band:
“Я люблю тебя.”
With great disdain, u surrendered to a smile. It read, in Russian, “I love you.” Despite your captive situation, cold bliss curdled the thumping of your heart; in a way, something alive stirred within you. Stretching across the divan, bank and pulling the nearest drapery to your chest, u willed a harsher chill to soothe the ice bloem burgeoning in your burning soul. From the window behind you, Ivan smiled; a melted snowdrop slipped down his cheek.
