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She lets out a huff of frustration, motioning for me to continue.
“I’m a soldier, nothing else,” I reply. “If—I mean, once Lucian becomesconsilierthings will change, but now, I shut my mouth and do what I’m told.”
“And that’s all I am, right? An order to be followed. Nothing more.”
A wave of anger rushes through me. Before the fallout, she’d never dared ask such an idiotic question. I open my mouth to deny it, but then snap it shut. She’s not ready for the truth. For my apology. But then, I think—fuck it. I can’t let her walk away thinking I married her for no other reason than that I was following orders. That’s downright ridiculous.
Grabbing her throat, I press her down onto the blanket. Her auburn hair flares out behind her. “You know better than to say something like that.”
Anger makes the brown of her eyes recede and sparkle blue, green, and gold. “Do I?”
“Yes, dammit, you do. I’d never marry you if I didn’t want to.”
“You swore you’d never get married, period. That turned out to be a lie.”
“There was one caveat to that statement, and only one.”
“Oh? And what was that?”
“Your safety.”
I didn’t know how she came to the attention of the Bratva, but that was as dangerous as it got.
The light in her eyes dims.
Wanting her to understand, I forge on, “I couldn’t savehim. Do you think for a moment that there’s anything I wouldn’t do to make sureyoustay alive?”
Her eyes zip away from me. “No,” she replies with a sniff. “Cristian—”
Pain slashes through my chest like a broadsword. My heart pounds so hard it might be hemorrhaging blood. In a low, controlled tone, I warn her, “Don’t say his name, Crina. You know better than to say his name out loud.”
She slaps me in the chest and screams, “I loved him, too, you know? You won’t let me talk about him. No one ever talks about him. Everyone acts as if saying his name is a curse. As if his name embodies the way he died. But he was so much more than that. We need to honor him, not shut him into a small dark room. No, we need to bring him back to life. To talk about him and how much we loved him.”
“Enough,” I roar.
She stills beneath me, her eyes flutter with shock.
“We can never bring him back to life. His name conjures up the worst nightmare of my life. His name is a curse. It’s the worst failure of my life.” I shake my head. “But none of that matters here. I’ll be damned if I ever fail you that way, you hear? So yes, even though I swore I’d never get married, I tossed that out the window the moment they told me you were in danger. Did I ask questions? No, I did not. Why not, you ask? Because I knew what I had to do.”
Enough talking. My neck is tight as fuck. I feel close to choking. There’s only one way to tear off the invisible hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing, squeezing… I lift her up by her throat and smash my lips against hers.
It’s not a gentle or precious kiss, but she opens right away. I ravage her mouth. I bite down on her plump bottom lip, stopping just short of drawing blood. I drag my hand down her chest, slip it under her shirt, and squeeze one of her luscious tits. My fingers tease her nipple until she’s writhing beneath me. I tug at her pajama bottoms and seek the comfort of her moist, hot cunt.
Bingo.
Just as I expected, it’s hot and juicy. And mine. This sweet innocent cunt is all mine. That cherry’s just waiting for me and, when the time is right, I’ll be taking it. No one else but me. It was always meant to be me.
With a groan, I tear myself away and slide down until my mouth is on her bare nipple. Her hands clutch at my hair. She arches her spine, giving me more, but I’m nowhere near satisfied. I won’t be satisfied until my tongue is on her pussy.
I shimmy down farther, licking down the curve of her belly.
She begins twisting the locks of my hair and yanking. “No, no, no.”
“Yes,” I growl against her supple flesh.
She tries shoving my head away, but nothing will stop me. I yank her pjs down and flick the tip of my tongue against her mons. Her malty, sweet flavor explodes in my mouth.
“Holy fuck.” And then, “Get off me!”
