VIKTOR
Where the f**k did I keep it?
Frustrated, I rummaged through the drawers and cupboards angrily, upturning the decor, until someone shoved it under my nose.
“Looking for this?” My gaze lifted to the person who held it out for me—my wife.
“Thank you.” I curtsied briskly before taking the gun away from her hands and tucked it back. I was about to turn away and leave, but Mia grabbed my forearms and spun me around to face her.
“Thank you? That’s how you want to start the morning?” She scowled, clearly unhappy.
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into myself, before crashing my lips against hers—devouring her—and letting her know, at the same time, how displeased I was.
But damn this woman, damn my f*****g self around her—her warm, moist mouth was the death of me, already!
