Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

“Now, let’s clear up a few things,” Mikhail says. “You touch my wife again, in any way, I cut off your hand. I hear you speak badly about her, I cut out your tongue. You dare to even think about hitting her ever again, I cut off your head. Am I clear, Bruno?”

If I was a better man, I’d send her away, annul the marriage, and set her free. I guess I’m a bad man, though, because I don’t plan on letting her go.

I won’t lie to myself by thinking Bianca is attracted to me, I’m not delusional. She was in a bad place tonight. Vulnerable, probably lonely, and craving human contact. And I was the only one here. In the morning, she’ll likely regret what happened between us, so I’ll enjoy these stolen moments. It’ll have to be enough. I put my head on the pillow behind hers, bury my face into her hair, and hold her even tighter.

“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”