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“What do you do to me, Reina?” I asked, pulsing inside her.
“Tell me,” she urged, cupping my face.
I rested my head on her shoulder, feeling exposed and raw. “You make me happy.”
She grabbed me in a tight hug, squeezing her thighs around my hips. “Oh, Ivan.” She wasn’t laughing as she ran her finger down the side of my jaw. “You make me happy, too.” Her brows drew together in a mock scowl. “Or you would, if you’d get back to what you started.”
I slid down her body, kissing her as I went. She arched her back as I spent some time coaxing her nipples to taut peaks, and sighed blissfully as I reached the crux of her thighs.
“This is what you get when you complain,” I said, gliding my tongue along the length of her slick pussy.
Her hands gripped the covers as her hips rose to meet my questing tongue. “Then prepare to hear me complain a whole lot more,” she said breathlessly.
I could have happily lived the entire rest of my life hearing nothing but her complaints, but I meant to hear nothing but praise by the time I was done with my little queen.
Chapter 19 - Reina
Lying in bed with Ivan, I was on the cusp of falling asleep, but desperate to stay awake to revel in the afterglow of what he made me feel. Despite being physically exhausted, I was also strangely revitalized, as if my heart had been renewed. I should have been traumatized by everything I’d been through, but instead, I felt better than I had in ages. Since well before my father was killed, but truly, I didn’t think I had ever been so happy in my entire life as I was in Ivan’s arms. I didn’t want to think about the horror of being trapped in that basement, or relive the deafening gunshots. I wanted to stay right there with Ivan, and why shouldn’t I?
He loved me. That was what I wanted to keep reliving. The moment he said he loved me. I turned to get closer to him and smiled against his chest as he curled his arm tighter around me.
This gorgeous, powerful man loved me? He didn’t just want to keep me around because I was carrying his heir? Every fiber of my being wanted to believe it, but how could I? I was no one special.
I looked up at him at the same time he looked at me, surprised I was still awake. But how could I sleep when I wanted to bask in his love and wish with all my heart that it was real.
“Tell me what you want, Reina,” he said.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, too, but something stopped me. What if he was just relieved the baby was all right? Sure, he cared about me, was definitely attracted to me, but love? The kind of love I’d always dreamed of as a little girl? I had never dreamed about being kidnapped and forced to marry, then kidnapped again and rescued and swept off my feet. It was a lot, and in the end, I was safe, but I still wasn’t free. I belonged to Ivan, I had no choice in that, so did it really matter how either one of us felt?
“Reina.” Ivan nudged me and I blinked.
“I want to learn how to shoot a gun,” I said with no more hesitation. I waited for this to be the first thing he refused me. There was no way he was going to let me within a hundred yards of something that could help me gain my freedom.
He kissed my forehead. “Go to sleep, little queen.”
I smiled and nestled back into the crook of his shoulder. So he’d gotten out of giving me what I wanted by completely ignoring the request. That was fine for the moment. With his hand trailing gently up and down my arm, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.
When I woke up, I was alone, but that was normal. Business as usual, even though I was in Ivan’s room. I wondered briefly if he would move me back to my suite, or a different one, then wondered how long I had been asleep. With the blinds drawn, I had no idea if it was day or night. A woman who looked a little older than me stuck her head in the room and I sat up.
She offered me a bright smile and opened the blinds to reveal an even brighter day outside. “I’m Liz, I’ll be filling in for your maid while she’s on vacation.”
She was so cheerful I wondered if she was just from a temp agency or if she was connected to Ivan’s business in some way and used to everything that went on in crime families.
“What time is it?” I asked. “Uh, what day is it for that matter.” I had lost track of time while I was in the basement.
“It’s ten in the morning on Saturday,” she said. “And it’s eighty-seven degrees with no chance of rain.”
I stifled a laugh because she was deadly serious in her reporting. I almost asked her what it mattered since I wasn’t allowed to go outside anyway, but kept that to myself. I stretched and flopped back down on the pillows.
“I’ll call when I’m ready for breakfast,” I said, trying to tactfully get rid of her. There was no reason to jump out of bed. I had plenty of time to get dressed and discover the view from Ivan’s balcony.
“Mr. Morozov wanted me to bring you to him as soon as you were ready,” she said, wheeling in a rack full of my clothes. “I think he has something planned. He’s been asking me if you were up yet every half hour since I arrived at six this morning but wouldn’t let me wake you.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, perking up.
Plans? Maybe an outing? I didn’t want to get my hopes up that things had really changed between us. After sleeping all night and most of the morning, I was beginning to wonder if I had dreamed the part where Ivan said he loved me. Once I got out of bed, I discovered I was ravenous, only eating a bowl of fruit since I was snatched.
Downstairs, Liz directed me to the formal dining room, but wrinkled her nose and said she’d be upstairs moving my things instead of joining me. I could see why she opted to stay away when I went into the grand, high-ceilinged room. The long mahogany table was covered with an array of guns. Tiny little pearl handled ones all the way to big, double barreled shotguns and ones that looked like they should only be seen in combat zones.
