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“Threats to life,” she repeated, dropping her voice into a husky purr that made my eyes slam shut, heat boiling up inside me. My cock went fucking wild.
“My queen,” I breathed, and wasn’t sure if it was a plea or reproach.
“Those are my terms. Never lock me up, accept that I need freedom to come and go, and to get a job, and I’ll do everything I can to stop you panicking about me.”
“I want to be the one teaching you self-defence.”
“I want you to be, too,” she said with a smile so warm it unravelled a tension I didn’t realise I was carrying. “Here’s the pen, and sign here if you agree to my terms.”
I rested the paper on her thigh and, careful not to poke the pen through it, scrawled my signature where she indicated. Hers was already signed, making it binding.
“I’ll frame this in my office as a reminder of your terms,” I said, reading it again. “Vasya, these are basic things I should have given you anyway. You don’t need a contract.”
“If you panic again, I want you to have something tangible to remind you what I need,” she said quietly, her hands on my shoulders, thumbs caressing. “Are you seeing me right now?”
Her compassion and care kicked me in the gut. “I’m seeing you, Vasilisa, and I love every single thing I see. I love you more than I thought it was possible for a heart to love. Even terrified to lose you, even twisted up with panic, I’m happier than I’ve been in years. You could have asked for the moon and stars in your contract and I would have signed it and found a way to rip them from the sky, just to see you smile. I’m the luckiest man in the goddamn world to have you in my arms.”
Her throat bobbed, lust-dark eyes shining with new emotion. “I’m the lucky one. Not because you gave me a car or a café or a gallery in our living room. Because you’re kind, and special, and dangerous, and your heart is so big. I’m honoured to be in your heart.”
She kissed me slowly, deeply, forgiveness and promise andlovein every brush of her lips. The taste of her consumed me, owned me, reduced me to base instincts to love her, protect her, provide for her, and fuck her so good that she couldn’t stop coming.
She swirled her tongue around mine, scraped her teeth over the tip and sent a bolt of need directly to my cock. When we were forced apart, she drew back a single inch to gasp down air. “Are you telling me to ask for something bigger in the contract? Because I have ideas.”
I chased her lips, greedy for more. “Ask it. Anything. It’s yours.”
“I want to be part of the family, properly.” She kissed me, trying to bribe me with every drugging taste. “I don’t want to sit at home and wait for you to get back from whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re hurting. I’ll have my own job, but—I want to be there with you, Damien. I want to be part of it.”
My eyes fell shut, a groan escaping, mixed pain and desire. “I’ll never take you into a hostile situation, Vasya. I can’t, I physicallycan’t.Even if you’re trained, even if you can shoot a man point-blank, I won’t risk you that way. You’re too fucking precious to risk. But—”
“But?” she prompted softly.
I opened my eyes to confirm what I’d heard. Yes, that was excitement in her eyes.
“You can be part of what happens before and after. The planning side of it.”
She wiggled on my lap, rubbing her clit against my cock, her eyes dilated. “That’s before. What happens after?”
“I’m usually part of any operation we put together, but my speciality is information.”
She shuddered. Hard.
I squeezed her ass, smiling, aware my eyes had taken on a dark glint. “Informationextraction,”I corrected, using my grip on her backside to grind her pussy against my cock. “I’m exceptionally good at it, and Ienjoyit. You can be part of that, my queen. The only danger would be you being linked to the crime, but no one’s ever gotten even an inkling to the location of my workroom. As long as we’re careful, I don’t see that changing.”
“Can I watch?” she asked breathlessly.
“You wanna watch me torture someone, Vasya?” Her whole body shook, and I understood what she meant about something being different about her. Most women wouldn’t be grinding desperately against me while I talked about torturing people, but that was why she was perfect for me.
“Yes.”
“You want to watch as I cut up a man’s body, making him bleed, making him scream until he tells me what I want to hear?”
Her hips moved faster, rubbing up and down my cock and making my eyes fucking cross. Goddamn. I wanted to be inside her, but this felt so good and I was reluctant to stop. Plus the dazed look in my wife’s eyes would never allow me to stop, even to fill her pussy the way she loved.
“Is that what you want, my queen? You want to watch as blood spills under my knife?” I put my lips to her ear, brushing over delicate skin. “Or do you want to be the one to draw blood whileIwatch?”
She cried out, clinging to me as her body shuddered and came apart.
I leaned back against the padded seat, cradling her to my chest where she belonged. The whole day had been a battle to stay calm, to not let my panic win over logic, but it was worth it to hold her against me and feel a deep sigh turn her limp and happy in my arms.
