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It's different than what I’ve done in the past yet not completely. I wanted, needed, control when it came to life, to the woman in my bed. The more she gave up to me the harder it made my cock. I’ve played in the role of Sir and Master—that was all it was: playing. While the lifestyle intrigued, I didn’t like the long-term aspect complete trust required. As I’ve read more about women who wanted a daddy, not merely a sir or master, I found it appealing. They were all one and the same…to different degrees. It was about giving someone control, over them. And the person accepting the responsibility to take care of their partner.
Gaining her trust, her giving up to me completely—a woman giving in to a man in every way is sexy as fuck. As far as me taking care of her in every way, that was a given for me as her husband. My father raised us that as the husband, we are not only the protector of our wife; in protecting her, we are protecting the heart. Yes, men are the head of a family, as it should be. Our women, though, are the heart, and if the heart is empty nothing the head does will fill the emptiness—no money, drink, drug, or woman. Protecting her is not simply keeping her person safe and healthy, but her happiness fed all the others.
We’re back in my bedroom, our bedroom. I scoop her up in my arms, fuck it’s so right I don’t want to put her down again. Except the doctor is watching from behind me. So I set her down on the bed and step back.
Her hand wraps around mine, not letting me go. I squeeze gently to reassure her. She stares down at my hand when the doctor listens to her lungs. Her grip tightens when he pulls the dressing away from her wound.
It appears to be healing well.
“Everything looks good. These stitches are ready to come out. I’m going to tug. They should come away without any pain. If it hurts let me know.”
Watching her hold her breath, I don’t realize I am too until the stitches lift easily without a flicker of pain across her beautiful face, and I exhale. The wound is still shiny and pink and the sight of it pisses me off again that Richie isn’t dead yet.
The doctor hands her a tube of cream. “Apply this a few times a day to help with scarring until the cream is gone. Itching is normal, burning and heat is not. If you feel anything besides itching let me know. Now that it’s closed there shouldn’t be room for infection, but it’s happened before.”
Phoenix nods, her eyes remain down. I walk the doctor out of the condo. He confirms his diagnosis. “She’s good. Keep her wearing the sling for at least three more weeks. At three weeks, have her come in for X-rays and I’ll see how it’s healing.”
As I close the door behind him, I take a deep breath to get my cock under control before going into our bedroom. The room smells like her. Every time I’ve slept I’ve dreamed of her. This time it wasn’t how I would kill her—it was of all the ways I wanted to give her pleasure. I’m dying to taste every inch of her, from the skin of her neck to her cunt to her fucking toes.
She’s on the edge of the bed where I left her. Her frown is too damn deep on her forehead. “Why did you wait until now for me to see the doctor?”
“Because I wanted to be here when he came. Since you’re feeling well enough to threaten me with setting our home on fire, I guessed you were ready.”
“This isn’tourhome. This is your home. I feel fine. I’m ready to leave.”
I study the posters of the four-poster bed. “I do think these will hold,” I murmur as I shake one.
“Hold what?”
“You.” Damn, she’s adorable in my shirt. She’s been ignoring the clothes I had a shopper buy her, stealing my dress shirts and plain white undershirts. I’m an asshole and there were no bras, or panties bought for her. The brat has stolen my black silk boxers. Her ass looks amazing in them. She can have every single pair.
“Let me go. I give up. I’ll leave you and your family alone. I promise. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Leaning against the poster, I run my eyes over her small hand in a fist on her lap. “And if I let you walk away from me, where would you go?”
White appears in her knuckles. “Home, where I would pack a bag then sell everything. Within two weeks I’d be on a plane out of the country.”
“Ah, a world traveler. That would be difficult to do without a passport.” I remove it from the breast pocket of my suit. “Here you go. Your new passport. It wouldn’t matter how far you go.” I offer it to her. Wisely, blue eyes are wary as she takes it. “I’ll follow and be right behind you every step of the way.”
She opens it and sees the picture from her FBI badge. “My name is Phoenix Raymond. And how in the fuck did you get a new passport for me in so little time?”
“Not anymore. It’s Phoenix Levin. Which is what it will stay until you take your last breath. As for how quickly I got it, there are people who would kill precious blood relatives for me to owe them a favor. No worries, my dear wife, it’s legitimate,” I assure her.
“This is crazy, Aleksander, stop it.”
I run a finger over her cheek. The touch might appear simple, yet it’s as if I’ve grabbed the wrong end of a cattle prod. Her breath quickens, she feels this too. When she leans into my touch all the doubts I had disappear. “There is no stopping this. The time has come for you to accept this is where you belong. Your house has been sold. The proceeds went into your investment account.”
Taking advantage of her shock, I pull the box from inside my breast pocket. Blue eyes widen as I open the box holding her engagement and eternity ring she’ll wear as her wedding ring. “This is the treat you would have received sooner if you were a good girl.”
Satisfaction fills me: the large center sapphire matches her blue eyes and my own diamond and sapphire eternity ring. Taking advantage of her surprise, I slip it out of the box and onto her left finger, careful of her broken arm. Her gasp when I slip on the eternity ring is perfect. The ring is made up of twenty-six marquise cut sapphires and twenty-six round diamonds. The sapphires total three carats and the diamonds a carat.
I show her my wedding ring. “The designer was adamant if I was going to give you sapphires because I love your eyes, I should have them as well.”
She shakes her head. “Your family killed my family.” The words are sad.
I send my hand into her long hair and pull her head back. “I’m your family now.” Her pupils dilate and fuck, my cock aches. “My brothers are yours now and you have a mother who is very much looking forward to meeting you. What’s happened cannot be undone. What matters is you and me right here, right now. I will never hurt you. I will give you only pleasure. You will never need for anything. You want a new computer with all the bells and whistles, it’s yours. Want a new house, it doesn’t have to be on sale and I’ll get it for you. Whatever life you want, I’ll make for you.”
Plump lips part, I’m weak and give in. I swipe my lips against hers. I’m rewarded by her pressing into me as her mouth widens in invitation. Sliding my tongue inside to taste her, my whole body goes hard for her.
