Chapter 83
Irina
I couldn't take my eyes off Noah. My husband. The word thrilled me even as we danced among our closest friends and family. The dim lighting of the reception hall cast shadows across his chiseled features, making him appear almost predatory. Dangerous. Mine.
"You look ravishing, Mrs. Volkov," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine. "And you clean up nicely yourself, Mr. Volkov."
His low chuckle reverberated through me. We swayed to the music, lost in our own world even as the celebrations continued. The cake was cut, and toast was given. Now all I wanted was to be alone with my new husband.
Noah's grip on my waist tightened possessively as if reading my thoughts. "Soon," he promised, his voice husky with desire.
The rest of the night passe
