Carnage is set to prevail when Justine shakes her head. “Dimitri isn’t to blame for my scars. He let me leave when I turned down his proposal. It was his father who chose my exit.”
My jaw firms as a Russian curse word seeps through my clenched teeth. I want to kill the man who hurt her. I want to maim him as much as he maimed her, but I’m too late. Rico beat me to him. Col is already dead.
When Justine’s watering eyes lock with mine, my anger is replaced with an emotion much more ferocious and powerful. “You have my word nothing like that will ever happen to you again, Justine. I’ll slit the throat of any man who dares look at you sideways. Family or not.”
As the scent of her arousal lingers in the air, her jaw falls open. “Thank you.”
I’d rather her praise arrive without a handful of tears.
The stark contrast between our skin coloring is unmissable when I wipe away a tear sitting high on her cheek. The warmth creeping across her face when I lower my attention to her lips will take care of the wetness my thumb missed. She’s as hot now as she was when we were kissing, and her pulse is just as erratic.
“I want you,Ahren.” My voice is so low, even if the devil has caught his first sunrise, he won’t be able to hear me. “I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re smart, beautiful, and you don’t scare easily. I’m not gonna lie, I’m as fascinated as fuck to see how you thrive when you regain your confidence.”
A dumb fuck could misconstrue my statement as a ploy to get her between my sheets. It’s lucky Justine is smarter than the average person. She heard the honesty in my comment. She sees the truth in my eyes. Nothing I said was about bedding her. It was in response to the new fearlessness in her eyes. The fighter I’ve seen from day one.
I thought I ended my life a second after I pledged to protect her. I was wrong. The wildness inside me will never be tamed because it is the wildness that Justine craves.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Is that why you’re doing this? To help me regain my confidence?”
I throw my hips forward, grinding my thickened shaft against her greedy cunt as well as my chest is crushing her tits. “Nah. This is all for me. I’m so worked up, I’ll soon fucking explode. That’s why I’m pinning you to your bed, stroking you with my cock.” I’m not joking. I’m wound up so fucking tight, I’m certain I have the worst case of blue balls known to mankind. “It’s got nothing to do with building your confidence,Ahren, and everything to do with me and my insatiable desire to have a part of you wrapped around my cock.”
My filthy words turn her on almost as much as the rim of my knob stimulating her aching clit. She’s wet for me. The dampness seeping into the crotch of my jeans is resounding proof of this, much less her intoxicating scent.
While rubbing my cock against Justine’s heated center at a deliberately slow pace, I angle my head to the side in preparation to reacquaint our lips. Giving zero-fucks about the world I was born in, and the cruelness of my consequences, I lower my head until Justine’s bare lips are within an inch of mine.
Just as our mouths brush, my endeavor to drag her into the madness with me is interrupted by the shrill of a cell phone. It’s loud enough for Justine to see the trap I laid out for her, and is a quick reminder to me that she’s not the game I’m hunting—yet.
“You should probably get that.”
Frustration deflates my cock. I’m so over the game I’ve been playing since I was born, I’m tempted to walk straight up to Vladimir and snap his conniving neck. I would if his murder wouldn’t have me stood down just as quickly. The Popov entity, along with many other mafia sanctions, have rules they must follow—rules that protect Vladimir no matter how heinous his crimes. If I want his throne, I must take him down the right way. Regretfully.
“It’s been ringing nonstop all night.”
Knowing full well who is calling and why, I press my lips to the edge of Justine’s mouth before unpinning her from the mattress by rolling off it. The fury making me sweat all over cools when Justine whimpers at the loss of my contact.
“Soon,Ahren. Very soon,” I promise.
When she watches me stalk to the door in silence, like the image of me leaving is unbearable for her, I slow my pace. I get great pleasure knowing she is as disappointed about our interruption as me. I also like how she can’t help but want me even knowing I come with a whole heap of trouble.
It’s the same for me.
When we finally get together, it will be fucking explosive. Just not all the fireworks will occur in the bedroom.
My already slow trek across the worn floorboards slow even more when a snippet of pink catches my eye. With my cock ruling my head the past thirty minutes, I forgot about the neon-pink yoga pants I used to cover the camera in Justine’s room last night. To my men, covering a camera lens is the equivalent of hanging a do not disturb sign on a hotel room door. To Vladimir, it will be a mark of disrespect.
You can’t live vicariously through your children when they shut down the live feed.
While imagining Vladimir’s disapproval, I pivot around to face Justine. The arrogance on my face slips away when I drink in her wide and needy eyes.
Vladimir isn’t the only one being taunted.
I’m being slowly marched back to hell as well.
Ignoring my cock’s desire to be out of my jeans and sunk into Justine’s fragrant smelling cunt, I give Justine the unified signal for silence. Her brows furrow when she takes in me twisting my lips with my thumb and index finger, but she nods all the same.
When I point to the still covered surveillance camera above my head, the confusion on her face switches to understanding.
