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“Stop it,” Aleksander hisses when Luda leaves the table to fetch dessert.
His menace of a sister-in-law just grins, her hand migrating from his thigh to his crotch. He stifles a groan, refusing to give her the satisfaction.
“Alina, I’m warning you.”
“And yet,” she winks, “you’re not moving my hand.”
Checking to see his wife is still in the kitchen, Aleksander leans over to her, “you don’t want to play this game with me, you little brat.”
“Oh, Sasha,” she twists her head just enough that her lips brush the patchy part of his beard, “I really do.”