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Despite their absolute devotion to each other, Teena and Meena had enjoyed a certain rivalry
of sorts growing up. Meena got an A in math. Teena got one in science. So Meena then went and made
the boys hockey team. She was a damned good player, too, until she got boobs and she declared they
got in the way of her stick.
When it came to boys, their tastes varied, as did their expectations from men. Meena just
wanted a good time with someone who could handle her two left feet, violent outbursts and all.
As for Teena& I just want someone to want me. Her. As she was. Not as second best.
Despite his claim of a romantic gesture, Dmitri hadn t abducted or married her out of love but
because he hadn t married her sister first. Teena had too much pride to accept being a replacement.
Dmitri tilted her chin with a finger, raising her gaze to meet his.  Why are you appearing so
sad? Surely you are not upset still at my tiny mistake.
 Tiny? The only reason you re not married to my sister is because she escaped.
 Escaped? Or was she freed by fate because it wanted to help me right a wrong?
A derisive noise escaped her.  My daddy would say you are so full of poop right now your
eyes are brown.
 Your daddy says poop?
 Of course he does, because the other word is vulgar, don t you fucking know. She deepened
her voice in her best imitation of her father.
Dmitri slapped the table as he barked with laughter.  Little kitten, you are just full of
surprises.
 I am, and you might not like some of them. Most people tended to mock her once they
discovered her biggest weakness. Only Daddy never teased her.
But Dmitri wasn t her daddy. Not even close. He made her think of all kinds of things, none of
them decent but definitely exciting.
 We all have our quirks, he said.
Quirks? Such as her ability to cause trouble simply by entering the room?
No one could ever discover a plausible explanation that day for the dance floor studio
flooding, a good thing or Daddy might have had to rob a bank again to find the money to fix it. It
wasn t as if she d done it on purpose. She d simply bumped that pipe with her head when she bent
down to tie her shoe. Not even that hard. Next thing she knew, a hairline crack appeared and moisture
beaded. No big deal, right?
When the wave of water rolled from the door in a slow spread of liquid determined to
conquer, she d wisely screamed like everyone else in her dance class and hustled her tutu-ed butt out
of there.
However, Dmitri didn t know about these incidents, or the fact that no insurance company
would provide coverage to her immediate family anymore. Or that Daddy had bad-ass connections.
Her father might call his dealings with less than savory types  delegation in front of her sister and
mother, but she d overhead him tell the guys that his staff saved him from doing time, which, in turn,
meant spending more time with the family.
Daddy always did put them first.
 I don t understand why you did all this. Are you mentally deranged? Not that she d hold it
against him. Her family had its fair share of special people.  I mean, really, could you have chosen a
worse time to kidnap me? Especially considering he was vastly outnumbered if caught. Then again,
it would have taken only one outraged father to end his wedding plans.
 Have you already forgotten the whole thrives-on-danger thing? Any other male might have
looked arrogant rolling his eyes and making that claim. Not so with Dmitri. He managed a subtle wink
that just made him appear even more rakish. Dangerous. Probably violent. All things she tried to
escape& but kept finding her.
 Fine. You liked the danger of stealing me from under my family s noses. But drugs? Really?
The idea of being incapacitated freaked her out. During that vulnerable state, anything could have
happened.
Such as someone changing her out of her dress from the wedding. She peeked down at the
track pants and sweatshirt she wore, her feet shod in socks and white sneakers. All of it a perfect fit
and definitely not seductress material.
 Who dressed me? Had Dmitri peeled her gown from her, his hands manipulating her body
as he eased the fabric off? Even more important, had he liked what he saw?
She couldn t help a shiver as she wondered if he d touched, even inadvertently, the swell of
her breasts as he clothed her in a track suit. How sexy. Serviceable cotton athletic wear for my
wedding day. How her mother would cry when she heard. But hey, on the upside, Teena was married.
Maybe.  I don t think a marriage is binding if one of us is drugged.
 Only if someone makes complaint. No one would dare.
She waved a hand in the air.  Think again, big guy. I might. I was, after all, the one drugged.
Funny how he just refused to look repentant, he didn t even get close, not with that cat-that-
ate-the-canary grin, in this case a canary called Teena.
 You won t turn me in.
 I should just to wipe that smirk off your face, she grumbled.  That wasn t cool, at all.
 The drugs were a regrettable choice. I had hoped to actually woo you into accepting my
courtship. However, time was of essence. Hence why you found yourself incapacitated so that my
men could spirit you from the ranch.
 Why not wait until I d left and then nab me?
 Wait? I don t wait, especially since a delay might have meant another could sweep in to steal
you.
She couldn t help but snort.  Because I m in such high demand.
 Such perfection as you possess is a treasure many would covet.
The beautiful words affected her more than she liked, but they also reminded her that they
were probably spoken to her sister first.
And yet it s not my sister who is now married to him. I am. He s my husband. Mine.
Did it truly matter that he d not chosen her first? He d still gone through the trouble to claim
her, at least in human legal terms. When it came to the more primal claim, he d yet to make his mark.
Then again, they d just gotten married, which made this their wedding night.
Tonight, they d go to bed together.
Together, which meant sex.
With him.
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