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He sounds so weary that I have half a mind to cave. Then I remember Cyrille’s words. Misha is never going to respect me if I keep buckling under the pressure of those silver eyes. He may not know it just yet, but he doesn’t want a doormat for a wife.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m clueless,” I snap. “I’ve been the one under attack. I’m aware of what Petyr has been doing. That doesn’t mean I’m prepared to hide away forever. I’m not scared of him.”
“This won’t last forever, Paige. Just until—”
“Until the next threat comes along?” I ask. “Or the one after that? Or the one after that? I want to live my lifenow. I want to be able to grab brunch with Nessa or get coffee with Rowan. I want to go house hunting with Niki. I should be able to help Cyrille organize her charity events. Your mother has bought all of the baby clothes so far. I want to be able to pick them out myself.”
He doesn't respond, and I sense an opening. I lay my hand on his arm and draw closer. “It’s a miracle I’m even pregnant in the first place. It’s unlikely to ever happen again. I don’t want to miss out, Misha.”
“And I don’t want you to risk the babies that science says shouldn’t have been conceived at all.”
“I’m not suggesting I take risks. I’m suggesting I live my lifeandsend a giant ‘fuck you’ to Petyr at the same time.”
“Well, you can’t have both,” he snarls, his frustration rising to the surface. “Either live your life—or send a fuck you to Petyr and die in the process.”
I almost forgot how hot he is when he’s angry. His eyes glow and his jaw twitches, clenching into granite that I want to soften with my mouth. It’s this weird push and pull of desire and anger working hand in hand, making my center throb and my pulse quicken.
Cyrille might be onto something with her little theory on sex and fighting.
“And if Petyr never surfaces?” I say. “I’m just supposed to live inside these walls forever, pretending I’m dead? Like Rapunzel?”
“If the crown fits,” he growls.
I narrow my eyes. “I never pegged you for the type of man to frighten so easily.”
“And I never pegged you for the type of woman to behave so recklessly.”
“Apparently, you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Maybe I should rub some senseintoyou, too,” he growls.
I lift my chin, meeting his eyes. We’re a breath apart, practically on top of each other.
Somehow—and for the life of me, I don’t know how—we end up tearing each other’s clothes off.
I rip his shirt open, a few buttons skittering across the floor. He does the same, rending my blouse down the sleeve so my breasts fall out.
A part of my brain registers that we’re very exposed in the sitting room. The French doors are thrown open and I can hear the faint churn of the lawnmower as Mario tends to the grass. Light filters in through the open windows. The smell of lunch rolls in from the kitchen.
But it doesn’t stop Misha from lifting me on top of the grand piano and pushing my skirt up.
He doesn’t even bother taking my panties off; he just pushes them to the side and shoves his tongue into my pussy.
I cry out as I curl my fingers through his hair and hold him there, wringing every second of pleasure out of his mouth until I come on his face.
My moans are still echoing through the room when he stands up and pushes inside me with one strong thrust. Our bodies slap together, and I have to cling to him to stay upright. He is never this rough with me anymore. Not since I started showing.
“Fuck me, Misha,” I pant.
He growls and thrusts into me. He has one hand wrapped around my neck and the other hand on my breast, his grip iron like cuffs. My bones shake with every primal slam of his hips, but it fills something in me that only he can touch. The sighs that come out of my lips are for his ears and his ears only. I love coming apart for him like this. I love him coming apart like this for me.
Finally, he groans out his release, spilling into me before going still.
He lays his forehead on my shoulder. “Fucking hell, Paige.”
I stroke the hair at the back of his neck, relishing this moment. But the longer we sit, the more reality creeps back in.
Then I look over and see Mario through the large picture window.
