"That’s my good girl. Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s mouth. Stretching your pretty pussy for me. That’s my girl."
"You areso dirty," I say, and I can feel the grin stretching across my face.
"God," he growls, giving my pussy an appreciative kiss. “You make me mad.”
I melt even more.
He kisses meright there, right on my throbbing pussy, and it feels like worship.
This big, strong, dangerous man is on his knees, worshiping me.
"You were meant for me," he says with a crooked grin. “You're in my blood, woman."
He kisses my thigh. My hip. The softness of my belly. My navel. The underside of each breast. My collarbone. My neck. My chin. My cheek.
And then, he finishes it off with a kiss to my forehead.
A forehead kiss.
That’s what I’ve needed all this time—his lips on my forehead.
“I want you to trust me. So when you wake up tomorrow and I’m not there, I want you to trust me.”
I know. I've known it all along. But I like hearing him acknowledge it—this is what it's all about. The cage. His belt. Kidnapping me and making me his. The times in bed. The way he's massaged me, taken care of me, kissed me. The way he makes me come and the way he listens. All of it.
Matvei does nothing half-assed. He is all in…for me.
MaybeI ama witch. Maybe Ihavecast a spell.
But what if I don’t know the next incantation?
So I swallow the lump in my throat and pretend that I’m okay. I pretend that I believe I’m worthy of a man like him—or anybody at all.
And I lie.
"I trust you."
But even as I say the words, even as I feel how they taste on my tongue, I know at the heart of it all…
It's me I don’t trust.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Matvei
I sitbeside her for way too long, watching her sleep.
There’s a certain magic in it.
I have loved and lost in my life. My sister, eighteen years old—an accident that forced me from childhood into adulthood.
But I’ve never loved a woman.
Until now.
And it scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
I sit beside her, watching her sleep like a fucking creep. I push her hair out of her eyes. I lean in and smell her, needing a hit. I watch the rise and fall of her chest until Rodion calls.
