Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

“Ty luch solntsa v pasmurnyy den’,

You are a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

“I'm not much to look at,”—another lick—“but I’ll make sure you never think about any other man, Bianca.”

I don’t care if I first met him only a month ago. I don’t care our marriage was arranged as a business deal without my say in the matter. I. Don’t. Care. He’s mine, and I’ll fight anything and anyone who tries to keep him from me, even if it’s Mikhail himself.

“Because I am in love with you. Every part of you. Your grumpy personality included. Fucking deal with it.”

“Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy, solnyshko,” he says into my ear. “Ya ne pozvolyu nikomu zabrat’ tebya.”

I love you with all my soul, sunshine; I won’t let anyone take you away

“If you knew how crazy in love with you I am,” I say into her neck, “you’d be scared shitless, Bianca.”