Me: There’s nowhere else I’d rather be
And I mean it.
A part of me feels like I’ll never be safe again.
Then I’m reminded that I’m Maxim’s.
And I can breathe easier.
SIXTY-SEVEN
HURT MY WIFE, LOSE YOUR LIFE. (OR YOUR EARS.)
THE FOLLOWING MORNING
As the whitevan swerves off the street, the man jogging at a sedate pace yelps and backs into the chain-link fence.
When the front wheel clips the sidewalk and brakes to a halt a mere foot away from his legs, his snarl covers up his sudden fear. “You idiots, do you have any idea who I am?”
The back door to the van screeches on the rusty runner as I drag it open.
His eyes find mine, then, when he sees I’m wearing no mask, they bulge.A glance around reveals his security detail is nowhere to be found, just in time for my men to haul him into the back of the van with me.
Swallowing, he takes in my empty hands, the man behind me wielding a tire iron, and the wooden chair that has modified cuffs strapped around the armrests and feet.
“No,general, we have no idea whatsoever. You and I are going to have a talk.” I smile at the bastard who made my wife cry. Who made her kill. Who thought he could steal her from my house without reprisals. “About expectations and moving forward…” His shoulders drop in relief until Eoghan O’Donnelly slaps the tire iron against his palm. “…what my wife?—”
“And our sister,” Brennan drawls.
“—will do for the Veronians...”
LET THE MISCHIEF COMMENCE!
“I’ll kill him.”I pant as I tighten my forearm around her throat, dragging her into me so I can bend her over the balcony railing.
Her hands dig into it as she clings to me, her pussy clenching my cock while I thrust into her.
“Take it,tsaritsa. Take your husband’s dick. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. Look at that, every fucking inch gone inside that pretty pussy of yours.”
In the near distance, the Eiffel Tower twinkles and gleams mid-light show, but the only thing I’m interested in seeing is my wife explode around my cock.
She chose this precarious position, and that trust only makes me pump into her harder, needing to reclaim her. Over and over again.
It’s been hours and it’s still too long since I’ve felt the clutch of her cunt around me.
“You’re so fucking good for me.” Hell, it’s the only time she ever is! “Just feel me. How goddamn hard you make me. I want to fill you with my cum?—”
“Please.” She whimpers. “Maxim.Dorogoy, yes.”
The endearment is my version of catnip.
My head falls back as I savor her love.
But she isn’t close yet. I have to hold off.
“I can’t believe I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”
A sob escapes her and her head turns, fighting my hold, so that her lips can capture mine.
