The Composite Serpent

“Zmeevsky, have you perhaps mixed things up? This is my room!” he smirks and drills me with a contemptuous look.
“Used to be yours. Now it’s mine.”
“You won’t get it.”
“Want to bet?” I quickly run my tongue over my dry lips.
“Why are you licking your lips, Elka-sausage?” he laughs, noticing what I did.
“Idiot,” I snap and push him in the shoulder.
He grabs my hand and firmly holds it. An electric wave runs along my spine.
“Let go,” I jerk.
“Clear out of the room,” he says into my ear, and his breath scorches my skin.
“Or I…”
“What, you—?”
“I’ll sleep here with you.”

To save my mother’s business, I had to marry the enemy. And as a bonus—his cocky, self-assured little son.

From the author: As usual—funny, with spark and fire.