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“You’ve called on them before.” It’s not a question.
I sigh as I admit, “A year or so before I met you, I took Carina to New York for some anime convention thing she always wanted to go to. While we were there we were robbed. I called Carlo. He told me it’s what I got for going. Five minutes later Tony Sabatini called me and asked if I was all right. I told him I wasn’t, but he knew that because he was with Carlo when I called. Three hours later one of his men was in New York with cash for us. The guy protected us for the remaining two days we were there. Dominic was waiting when we landed. Told me if ever I needed help, to call him or Tony day or night.”
“So you could have called Tony or Dominic that night, but instead you called me.” His eyes glow with pleasure. “Why?”
Blushing, I can’t hold his gaze. It’s the first and only time he’s ever referred to the night I called him and he saved my life. Saved my life, then took another person’s life for me. He knows why—if he gets to not answer questions, then so can I. “I’m not quitting my job. You don’t own me until we’re married.”
Turning, he pulls out pocket doors I wasn’t aware were there. They close with an ominous click. I’m up from the sofa, backing away as he stalks me across the silk oriental carpet.
His grin sends a thrill through me I swear I hate. “I’ve owned you for four years,zhena.”
I shake my head, my chest twisting as he calls me wife. Even though it’s true. My back meets a wall. His hands come up on either side of my head, caging me between his hard, powerful body and the wall. Both are immovable. Hunger is coming off him in waves so powerful I fear I’ll be pulled under the current.
He lowers his mouth to my ear, the words slide down my neck. “Four years of those wide silver eyes staring at me with longing. Four years of those little gasps and whimpers. Four years watching your body shiver and shudder with desire. Your breasts swelling and heaving, your nipples hard and demanding my mouth. Four years of the scent of your cunt teasing my senses. Every inch of your beautiful toffee skin belongs to me.”
Oh god, my legs give out in humiliation. Before I hit the floor, I’m in his arms. I resent the electric shock that runs through me, turning me weak and willing for him. I need more, crave all of him against every inch of me.
Back on the silk sofa, I’m in his lap. Milos is all around me and my heart is pounding so hard itfuckinghurts. His hand is up in my hair, cupping my cheek but I can’t meet his eyes, my shame too great.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. I shiver at how badly I want him to just shut up and kiss me. If he won’t, I will. I press my lips against his and oh god, I was not prepared for the violent electricity. I try to pull away but the hand in my hair tightens as he growls.
His hot, velvet tongue sweeps into my mouth, igniting a raging fire within me. The fire burns beneath my skin, and now it’s too tight and tender to every touch. My hands go around his neck, desperate for something to cling to. Demanding, consuming, thrilling, his kiss is everything and nothing like that one kiss what now feels like forever ago, or like what happened five months ago.
Then it was gentle, exploring, almost sweet. This is sex and sin. I don’t dare deny him everything he demands from me. All I can remember is what he said more than three years ago—he never kissed, yet he wanted to taste me. He tastes of vodka, smoke, and dreams at last come true.
When he tears his mouth from mine everything in me screams in loss. It doesn’t matter my lungs are starving for air, I would rather have Milos than air. His forehead against mine, all I see, breathe and feel is Milos. It’s everything I’ve longed for and it’s better than I ever could have hoped for, because this is real, not the fantasy that’s played in my mind all these years.
His hand tightens in my hair, holding me still. “Behave,kotyonok, this is not why you are here. Keep it up and those sheets your father wants won’t be what he expects.”
Did he really think I was just going to pull down my panties at his command? My stomach twists at the memory of how I had done just that three years ago. This was different, everything was different. “I’m not some little doll you get to pick up and play with when you want.”
I try to pull away only for the hand in my hair to tighten. “Play? There is nothing playful about how badly I want to bury my mouth between your thighs until you scream my name—again.”
The way he brings up last time makes me want to hit him. “You’re disgusting. Let me go.” I groan as I push at his chest.
Oh god, his huge hand is down my pants, tearing away my panties. Two huge fingers are inside me. I’m so red I feel faint at the blood rushing to my head. “Disgusting…oh no, you won’t accuse me when you are so fuckingwetfor me—” Why the hell doeshesound angry?
“Do you get off on humiliating me?” The tears that escape me are one more win for him.
He sighs, I’m out of his arms on the couch on my own. I hate it he’s able to walk away from me so easily. One touch—who the hell am I kidding, a word, sometimes all it took was a look for him to turn me inside out with need for him. Yet, every time he’s barely ruffled. The disparity in his reaction to mine screams it’s nothing to him. It leaves me sure I’ll never be enough for him. If I’m lucky it will be months, but it might only be weeks before he grows bored with me and finds someone else.
Wiping my eyes, I find him on the other side of the room, staring out of the large windows. A meow is my only warning before Koshska jumps into my lap. She is a gorgeous cat, sleek and powerful like her owner. “Koshka, hello gorgeous. Ah, yes, you are such a good kitty.”
I give her the scratches under her chin she loves so much as I run my other hand down her back.
“How is it you are warmer to the cat than me?” Milos asks. His arms are folded across his large chest as he leans against the wall.
“Maybe because I like her better.” I keep my eyes on her.
He chuckles. “You need to quit your job. My men cannot keep you safe at the clinic.”
I shake my head, refusing to look up at him. “Not until we’re married.”
“So you don’t want to start the cat rescue after all?” The words aren’t a question, they’re more of a taunt.
What? “How did you know about that?”
“I know.” He’s not going to tell me. “For your wedding gift I’ll give you the funds and find the property for you to create the rescue as you want. As long as you do not work more than twenty hours a week. You’ll be able to hire staff to cover the hours you cannot.”
