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“And until then?”
He rakes his gaze down the length of me, tracing the plunging neckline of the dress. His fingers cinch a handful of silk, and it’s no match, easily giving him enough leverage to lift it over my head.
“Mischa!” I gasp as he tugs me against him, fully naked. “Anyone could come in,” I whisper, painfully aware of the faint giggles betraying a world beyond this room. As his mouth comes to nuzzle my throat, the danger feels farther and farther away. “We can’t—”
His lips capture mine, silencing my protests. Grunting, he spins me around, pressing my body against the window. The thin sill provides just enough stability to support me as he draws back, tugging on the fastenings of his pants.
Seeing him bare in the dim light shouldn’t be enough to make all logic dissipate from my brain. Straining and swollen, he’s breathtaking. My fingers reach for him before I can help it, easing a groan from his lips.
“Be a different animal for now, my wolf,” he murmurs, sinking inside me on a single thrust. “Something quiet,” he grates as his eyes flutter closed. He groans again, his throat cording as he starts to move. “A sheep?”
I’m too breathless to mount a comeback. Each thrust is rough, plunging as deep as he possibly can without hurting me. This isn’t for pleasure.
It’s a promise.
A plea.
A demand.
“Mine,” he grunts against my ear in time with his next punishing thrust. “You’re mine, Rose. Say it.”
“Yours,” I breathe into his sweat-coated skin. My fingers trace the line of his throat, tracking the sharp inhalation he takes. “I’m yours… And you’re mine.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, bucking his hips. The full weight of my ownership strikes me deep, far beyond where he could reach.
“Mine,” I say as he stills inside me.
But if all goes wrong…
For how long?
* * *
Darkness has fallen beyond the windows by the time Mischa finally carries me to his room. It’s a miracle we weren’t caught by prying eyes. Or a curse. The longer I have him like this, the more reckless directions my thoughts travel. Lying beside him, I find it easy to imagine a future far different than any I would have envisioned before.
A world where I’d live by his side and no one would dare intrude on our peace.
Strangely enough, I think he’s imagining the same thing as he absently strokes my back. But there is no denying the reality waiting for us beyond these walls. We both stay stubbornly awake until a knock on the door draws him away.
“Vanya,” he says, greeting the figure on the other side of the door.
“We’re ready,” the older man replies. “Everything is in place.”
“Good.” Mischa looks back at me and inclines his head.
Reluctantly, I creep from the mattress and redress beside him in the dark.
Together, he and Vanya descend the staircase while I follow. Sergei is waiting below, joined by several of his men.
“We should go now,” he suggests as we approach. He’s traded his posh suit from the meeting for a plain black sweater and slacks.
Frowning, Mischa inspects him and shrugs. “Fine. But first…”
He turns to me, and I stiffen as he reaches out, cupping my cheek. The brief affection isn’t like him—especially with several startled eyes tracking his every movement. Oblivious to them, he tugs me in close, giving me no chance to resist as his lips boldly brush mine. At the same time, his hand slithers between us, unseen by the two men, and he presses something firm against my palm. My fingers automatically close around the shape and I tuck it behind my back as he deepens the kiss.
His teeth nip me, a brutal reminder of his prior warning:Be on guard.Gasping, I return the favor with a nipped message of my own:I will.Beneath my fingers, the item he gave me is easier to interpret. A weapon with a sturdy, leather handle.
“Ahem.” As if from far away, Sergei clears his throat. “I don’t mean to rush…”
