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I lean back and shake my head before placing my lips on his neck once again. His warm flavor is everything I’ve dreamed it would be.
“I can’t think when you do that, my angel.”
“You want me to stop?” I ask.
“Never,” he answers.
He moans and leans back as his hands go to my ass, pulling me closer. Another string of Russian words leaves his mouth, making me smile. I’m making him lose control, and I have no idea what I’m doing.
“I didn’t think you would come,” I admit.
“It took some time to find you.” His hands move to my thighs, rubbing up and down my bare skin. His touch is possessive, like he’s owning every inch, like he’s touched me for as long as he’s been watching me.
“Good.” Our eyes lock. I didn’t know eyes could be so dark. If I didn’t think of him as my guardian angel, I’d probably fear them. I raise my eyebrows in challenge. “I did it on purpose.”
He studies me for a moment. “You hid from me?”
“Yes!” I yell. “You never talk to me. I mean, I try walking by you or getting close.” I hold my hands up in frustration. “Then nothing. A few times I even stood in creepy places thinking, okay any moment now he’s going to grab me.”
“You thought I’d kidnap you?” He looks at me, a little shocked.
My gaze falls to my lap and I feel embarrassed again. “I don’t know what I thought. I just wanted you.”
“Look at me, angel.” He slides his hands up to the hem of my dress, to where the tops of my thighs meet my hips. His palms are so big they wrap around me there. Our size difference is major.
“I have—” He stops mid-sentence, his whole face going hard. “I will kill him.”
His eyes are on my cheek, and I reach up to cover it. He pulls at my wrist softly, making me move my hand. He leans forward to get a better look at the bruise. His face shows pure rage like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whisper as his eyes come to mine. The hard rage slips just a little before he places a kiss on my cheek.
“Viktor.”
“Viktor, can we not do this right now? The whole cheek thing. I-I…” I stumble over my words a little. “I don’t want to talk about my father. That can be later. Today is us.”
I reach out and run my finger along his lips. They’re so full for a man. A scar runs from the top of left lip down to the bottom. He looks down when I touch it, like he’s embarrassed.
I kiss it. Then I kiss the other side of his mouth. Then I kiss him. His hands tangle in my hair and he takes control. I melt into his touch, craving his strength.
“Angel,” he growls. “If you do not stop I will cum.”
It’s then I realize I’m rocking against him, trying to ease that deep ache that’s between my legs.
“Yes, I want that.”
He slides his hands around to my ass and his mouth goes to my neck. I feel his power everywhere. The heat from his big body warms me, and he moves me against him. His hard length rubs my bare panties, and I feel myself soak the cotton material.
“Viktor,” I moan as I throw my head back. His teeth graze my neck and it sends a chill down my back. My nipples chafe against my bra and my breasts feel heavy.
Lava rumbles in my center before it breaks free and I explode. I scream out his name and he jerks under me, and words I don’t understand fall from his lips. The orgasm is coming in powerful waves, and all I can do is ride out the pleasure.
“I’m going to have to learn Russian,” I say on a laugh as I lay my head against his chest. He leans back, wrapping his arms around my back and keeping me in place.
“I don’t think I can let you go, angel. Maybe you weren’t wrong with your kidnap idea.”
“Then don’t.” I let out a sigh of contentment, completely at peace for the first time in a long time. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had this feeling. I don’t know what it is about him.
“Please look at me.”
“Your ‘please’ sounded forced,” I giggle.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I can’t remember the last time I used the word. I don’t have to. Other people are usually saying it over and over to me.”
I sit back and look at him, my jealousy firing through me.
“You’re upset,” he says, reading my expression.
“Are you talking about women saying that to you?” There’s no way to keep the sass out of my voice.
“You’re jealous?”
I smack his chest.
He smiles. “I can’t remember the last time someone smacked me and didn’t pay the price. But you, my angel, may do with me as you desire.”
I do it again, irritated at his non-answer. “It’s no
t funny. You can’t stalk someone and sleep with other women.”
He lets out a sound of disgust. “I did no such thing. I spend all free time as you say, stalking you.” He leans up, cupping my face. “There is only you.”
“Oh.”
He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Lie on me. I like it very much,” he whispers against them.
I smile and lay my head back down on his chest.
“You don’t understand my words. I am not a good man, London.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Angel,” he corrects.
I kiss his neck when he says it.
He lets out a breath, probably knowing I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t. Not right now at least. Digging into the past is something I want to avoid. I know we will, but not right now.
“How did you know I would come for you?”
“I got tired of waiting. This all seemed so crazy and I thought, okay, this might be even crazier, but what if you found me. If you came for me here, then it was meant to be.”
“You don’t know the things I had to do to find you.”
“Do I want to?”
“Nyet.”
“Then I don’t want to know.” I shrug, not needing to know all the details. Someone else may like to know every single thing, but I’m okay being in the dark. “Was it worth it?”
“I would have done worse for this. I would have done anything.”
The way he says “anything” makes goosebumps rise on my skin.
I lean up. “We’ve waited long enough.” I move so my lips are barely touching his. “Make love to me, Viktor. Show me what it feels like to be connected to someone. Make me yours.”
Chapter Four
Viktor
