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I almost give in, almost. I felt so hot and bothered with a feeling stirring in my stomach that I hadn't really felt before. If I didn't know better, I'd think I wanted his hands to reach beneath this unnecessarily thick dress, to touch me in places I had only explored myself, alone. Something about his aura has this power to just completely convince someone to discard their self respect. 
Not today. 
I knee him in the groin, it doesn't take me more than a second to reverse the position we were standing in. He groaned slightly in pain but I gave him no moment to recover. I snatch the dagger swiftly, holding it against his neck tightly. I only carried it for precaution, these parties were filled with the worst people and it wasn't rare for the wrong people to test my patience. 
"This position is very sexual-" 
"It seems you've put much thought into this punishment, but sadly you won't be able to put me through it. My freedom isn't something a petty criminal like you could take," I cut him off.
"Petty is a little disrespectful, what did your father tell you about me?" He raises a brow.
"That you're a ruthless killing machine," I reply. 
"Well he's a liar, I'm much worse. So all this time you don't even truly know who I am?" He asks with an offended look on his face. 
"A cunt?"
I tilt my head in irritation but apparently this is nothing but funny to him. 
"You're really not worth the jail time," I put my dagger away in defeat. "Not like you would hurt me anyways, tell me do you always bark just never bite?" He says and I actually scoff.
"You couldn't handle my bite. Do you wish to suffer physical abuse seen as you can't get any more mentally distressed? Even if the answer is yes, I refuse to hurt unstable people, it's against my morals," I smile innocently as his jaw ticks.
"Swing. I dare you-"
So I do. 
I land a firm right hook across his cheek and he doesn't even see it coming seen as his face snaps to the side violently. Don't have to tell me twice. 
"You punched me." He says the words carefully because he can't even believe it. 
"You pissed me off." I scrunch my nose up at him, turning around to leave him speechless, heading down the stairs to get away. 
"You know you don't have to act like the idea of marrying me disgusts you. I know you want me," he follows me to piss me off once more after he gathers himself from the punch I know he can still feel. 
"Oh really, and what about you? Tell me, how many times have you fantasised about fucking me?" I speak boldly because I know it'll surprise him. 
"Eight." 
I can't even mask the expression that takes over my face at his honesty. 
"Well," I try to get in words to not come across as speechless as he's left me. "I-"
"I have an announcement to make," Viktor's voice in a microphone cuts me off as both me and Yaseen arrive back to the main party.
"I wish to add to the happiness of this evening," the bitterness in his voice is slightly satisfying, if only I didn't know what bullshit he was about to utter. 
"I know I'm not very open about my personal life, but me and my wife Amara have a daughter," he reveals, prior to this everyone assumed he had no kids.