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She narrowed her eyes. “It’s something unexpected, isn’t it, likeDreamgirls?”
I barked a laugh, all the knots in my chest unwinding until I could breathe properly, the ice melting entirely. “Not quite.”
Her brown eyes became slits; she fixed them on me like her adorable method of interrogation would work. When she turned away and reached for the food, I broke.
“Mamma Mia,” I breathed, so quietly the room could have swallowed it.
“I knew it!” she crowed, her eyes so bright they sparkled as she grinned at me.
“You did not.”
She prodded my ribs and drew a box of chicken nuggets from the paper bag with a gasp, like she’d found the holy grail.
“I got you two boxes,” I told her. “The big box was unavailable.”
Her eyes rounded as she clutched the greasy box to her chest. At some point between me slipping out and waking her up, she’d thrown on a silken dress to sleep in; I worried at it smearing with grease before I reminded myself I could buy her so many replacements she’d have a new one for every day of the year.
She put down her milkshake and cracked open the box of nuggets. “What about dips?”
“Every one on the menu,” I replied, digging into the brown paper bag until I came up with a handful of plastic sauce containers. I’d ordered extra of the chilli in the hopes it wouldimprove the sad chicken sandwich I’d ordered, but I handed everything else to my wife and wondered how it felt like I’d given her the world when it was only chicken nuggets and barbecue sauce.
“What’s in the white bag?” she asked, ripping off the top of a curry sauce. Huh. I’d remember that was her favourite and get more next time.
“The morning after pill.”
She stared at me with a mouth full of chicken nugget, her eyes even wider.
“We weren’t exactly careful today, and I doubt you want a baby when you’ve only just married me.”
She shook her head rapidly and swallowed the nugget. “No, thank you. And—thank you. I didn’t even think, but you think of everything, don’t you?”
I leaned close to kiss her, tasting the tang of sauce on her mouth. “When it comes to you, thinking of everything is an obsession of mine.”
She blushed. I sighed, so content to just be here, spending time with her, watching her cram another chicken nugget into her mouth.
“What?” she asked, when I only looked at her even when the film began to play.
I shrugged. “Just happy.”
She smiled so wide her lashes brushed her cheeks. “Me, too.”
And I’d do whatever it took to keep her that way.
CHAPTER 5
VASILISA
“You’redefinitelysure it’s not bigger?” I asked, tipping my head back while I straddled Damien on the sofa, looking at the chandelier above us. “It looks bigger.”
“It’s always been that big,” he assured me with a wicked smile, the only warning I had before his fingers tightened in my hair and he thrust up from below, filling me in one swift motion that robbed me of all breath.
Holy gods, it felt good. Would it always feel this good? It had been two weeks since I confronted him about holding back, since Artur shot Lionel and tried to shoot me, and it had been a miraculous whirlwind of affection, sex, gifts, and safety. I was still terrified, still expected to see Artur everywhere I went—always accompanied by Damien, Jonathan, the twins, and a team of private security Damien thought I hadn’t noticed shadowing us. I expected threats via text or scary letters in the post box, but Artur had gone silent. Safety snuck back in, day by day, wrapping around me, thin and fragile but powerful.
Damien’s hand tightened on my waist now, bringing me down to meet his next thrust. A deep sound of pleasure left me at the fullness, at the euphoria of having him all the way inside me, my possessive urge to own all of him satisfied.
“That’s it, my queen. Take your pleasure from me. Take everything from me.”
There was nothing short of obsession in my husband’s black eyes, his stare roaming from my face to my chest, to where our hips met, over and over in a frantic pace.
