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I don’t think I’ll ever tire of the sight of Rose wearing my ring and nothing else. It’s like a collar in its own way—ownership.
There’s champagne on ice next to me, and I’m sipping some whiskey as I sit on the deck, an array of simple delicacies arranged and waiting for her. I know she’s up now. I heard the shower when I went below.
The sun’s sinking on the horizon, painting the water in vibrant colors. It’s not something I do, this shit, but I’ll do it for Rose.
“Niko.”
My gaze hits her, and I can’t move. Fuck. She comes up in that horrendous flannel thing, complete with prancing bears.
“Rose?”
“I…”
“Hate my new husband,” I finish for her as I frown. “Actually…”
I draw her in, take my time undoing the tiny buttons so it opens up to sweet bare flesh and a frilly garter on her thigh. Her areolas darken and nipples bead. The tops of her thighs glisten, and the bite marks and bruises from our loving are perfect.
Maybe I like this flannel monstrosity after all. It’s like thick brown paper covering a precious gift, and I’ve opened it. She should remain in this state of dress and undress. It’s glorious.
Of course, I’m going to have to blindfold or blind the staff. There’s only a few, but still… I shift my dick, because she gets it hard like no one else ever has.
“Where are we going?”
“An island to meet the others. And for a long, overdue honeymoon.”
She nods and climbs on my lap to take my drink, sputtering as she sips it. “I’ll learn to like it.”
“I don’t want you to. Just be you,” I say as I take it back from her.
Her eyes narrow, and then she kisses me and snuggles down. We sit in silence and take in the sunset. I could get used to this.
I run my hand down her spine and rest it on her hip, under the flannel nightmare.
“Are you going to try and push me away again?” she asks against the peaceful moment.
“Rose, we’ve been fucking married a day. I’ll let you know by day three.”
She huffs. “But it’s still the honeymoon period.”
Fuck, I know I don’t deserve her, but I’m never going to be a good man, so I’m not going to do the decent thing. I’m also too far gone to be that cruel to her, to crush her because I don’t deserve her. She chose me, and I might not deserve her, but I’m going to have her. I kiss her palm.
“This is just us, Rose. To answer your question, I married you so no. There’s no chance of pushing you away. Everything’s good. Tony and Rush will handle shit until we get back.”
She falls silent, but finally, she says, “There’s something on your mind, Niko. I’ve felt it for a while. Please talk to me.”
I hesitate. Do I tell her what’s really been plaguing me? Behind all the danger and bloodshed and mafia business?
I sigh. “I’m not this guy, Rose. Not what you deserve. I’m not letting you go because I’m a prick. I kept veering with the need to protect you, to try and be someone else.”
She just shakes her head. “I told you, I’ll hold on to you. We’re a Venn diagram; bad and good, and then that overlap? It’s not love. It’s where the slivers of good in you tangle with the bad in me. It’s why we work. I don’t need you to try and protect me. You do it. It’s you, Niko, like with Rush. He’s been in danger before, even though you save him every time. Why was it different this time? You’re just scared.”
Fuck. Am I? Yes and no. There’s a latent fear for Rush, always has been, but I trained him. I keep him safe, and I trust him. I even trust Rose, whose sweetness and innocence has been violated on my watch.
“Maybe I am. You’re my world, Rose, and I don’t deserve you, so what—”
“Damn it, Niko.” She takes my face in her hands. “I think you’re just scared because you’re trying to be what you’re not. Just be you.”
I stare at her, and then I start laughing. I take her hands to hold them behind her back, and her breathing changes, the light in her eyes brightening as her mouth starts to redden. I bet if I touched her cunt, she’d be dripping.
