Page 153 of Bride By Coronation

He returns my affection, then groans, murmuring against my lips, "You're not motivating me to let you out of the car."

I softly laugh. "Then let's stay inside and have fun." I reach for his erection.

He grabs my hand, retreats from our kisses, and sternly declares, "Rain check."

"Ugh, you're no fun."

He winks, gets out of the SUV, and reaches in to help me out.

From behind us, I hear Adrian roar, "You have a lot of fucking nerve!" He then spits out a bunch of Russian.

My pulse goes haywire as I jump out of the SUV.

Kirill turns to face him, claiming, "I'm not here for trouble."

Adrian pins his seething, icy-blue eyes on me, then Kirill, snarling, "Petrovs are not welcome here."

"It's a city street. You don't own it," Kirill growls.

Adrian points at him and warns, "Don't you come near my wife's office ever again."

"Adrian!" I shout, stepping between them.

He scowls at me. "How could you, Fiona?"

Flooded with guilt, I offer, "Adrian, let's go inside and talk."

"Adrian," Skylar frets as she rushes outside.

"Dad," Blue cries out, hot on her mom's heels.

He doesn't look at them, just reaches over me, and jabs his finger into Kirill's chest, threatening, "If you come here again, I will kill you."

I push at his chest. "Adrian, stop."

He puts his hand on my arm. "Fiona?—"

"Don't you touch my wife," Kirill shouts, grabbing me and moving me behind him.

Skylar steps between them, facing Adrian. She puts her hand on his cheek. "Adrian, go inside, please."

"He's not to be here," he seethes, hatred coming off him in waves.

"Dad, please come inside," Blue pleads.

He keeps his gaze pinned on Kirill, gritting out, "You aren't welcome here or anywhere near my family."

"Adrian, go inside," Skylar orders again.

I face Kirill. "Please, get into the SUV."

He stares at me.

"Please," I beg.

He hesitates, then points at Adrian, reiterating, "I'm not here for trouble."

"But you're here, aren't you, Petrov?" Adrian spits.

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