“Okay.”
“Remember, this home is yours. You can sleep here if you wantoryou can staywith the boy?—”
“Shay.”
“—whatever, this place needs to be decorated.” He passes me a credit card. “Do with it what you will.”
My eyes gleam as I accept the black card. “Will you still pick out my dress, or is it in the closet?”
“I’ll have it delivered to you.”
“Are you going to have me driven to the city?”
“Sometimes,pchelka, I will have no choice.”
I concede with a pout.
As we travel back to the townhouse I share with Shay, I already have a basic clue of what my first purchase will be…
And it won’t involve interior decoration, but a long-distance vibrator.
He leaves me with a soft kiss on my lips then, just as I’m about to hop out, drawls, “I counted six bruises, Victoria.”
Tipping my head over my shoulder to look at him, I frown. “Six?”
He simply nods.
“You counted?!”
“Would you like to see what happens to the men who touch you?”
“I killed him.”
“You killed the attacker, not the man who spawned the attacker. These things are generational, don’t you find?”
I’m not sure why, but that has me swallowing.
While I was thinking of which vibrator I’d buy to bring this morning’s fantasy to life, his mind revved over my bruises?
“I suppose,” I say warily.
“Don’t worry,korovka.I’ll make the world a better place in your honor.”
My throat bobs as I take in his calm expression. Then I hurl myself at him, straddle his knees, and pepper kisses over his face.
He doesn’t stop me. Just laughs.
Not mean-spiritedly. Amused.Indulgent Maxim is back.
“Why did I think you’d be my conscience?”
I nip his earlobe, knowing it’ll trigger the roll of his hips against mine. “You won’t make that mistake again, will you?”
TWELVE
BROTHERS, CAN’T LIVE WITH THEM, CAN’T KILL THEM
As Harrington wakes up,I cross my feet at the ankle and study my prey.
