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He hadn’t told me he loved me. Looking at him now, it was hard to have misgivings, but, of course, doubts still lingered. In the back of my mind, they hid in the darkened corners, ready to burst out at the slightest provocation.
I debated asking him directly, but was quickly distracted by his hot, wet mouth dancing across my skin and his fingertips wreaking havoc between my legs. He reached under my thighs, pulling them apart and settling himself in between. His heavy cock slid against my wet sex, and I was soon digging my fingernails into his ass, urging him on.
Before he could comply, I heard my phone ping with a text notification. I wanted to ignore it, but with everything that had gone down, I knew people were waiting to hear from me. As much as my body was screaming at me to finish what we’d started, continuing to ignore them would be cruel and selfish.
I stared up at Ivan who had paused at the sound as well and was now waiting for me to decide what to do. With an aggravated sigh, I reached for my phone.
It was a text from Hannah.
I slid my free hand into Ivan’s hair as he continued biting the sensitive skin of my throat, clearly signaling what his choice would have been—ignoring the text. “I should have left that thing on the side of the road,” he grumbled into my neck.
I quickly scanned what Hannah had written. “It’s my sister. She wants to see me. She’s still pretty upset about everything that happened and wants to see me so she can calm down. Everyone is meeting at the club.”
Ivan's head popped up, his brow tightening. “Why the fuck do they want to meet at the club?”
I stared at him, taken aback at his hostile response. “I don’t know. What’s wrong with the club?” Oh god, was it about that stripper? The doubts that I had shoved to the back of my mind came roaring back with a vengeance.
His eyes scanned my expression and must have seen some indication of my insecurity because his features relaxed slightly and he rubbed his thumb against my cheek, as if in apology. “I…I’m not too enthusiastic about the idea of letting you go in public. I just got you back and having you in a public place…I don’t like it.”
My eyes widened and little sparks of joy burst inside me. “You’re that worried about me?”
He shot me a comically what-the-fuck face, then shook his head. He climbed back on top of me, bracketing me with his arms, his hands pushing my hair off my face. “Moya devushka, I think I was too good at convincing you that I didn’t care. Let me make it clear. I have been worried about you since you thrust your tiny hand in mine and wouldn’t let go. You were too young and I was too fucked up, I had to push you away. Everything about you hit my panic buttons.” He paused, his features looking slightly pained, as if vulnerability caused physical discomfort. Maybe, for him, it did. “But now…now you are mine. You belong to me. You always will. I think you always have. I will do anything to protect you—fight, kill, even die to keep you safe.”
His gentle touch coupled with the fierce expression he wore broke through those lingering doubts and pushed them back to the corners, maybe out of existence altogether. Again, he didn’t say I love you, but I felt crazy to get hung up on that when he said everything else. I could live without hearing them right now.
“So, do you love me?” I blurted out. Okay, so I guess I couldn’t live without hearing them.
His eyes widened, and he paused again. “Yes.”
He was killing me. Say it!
I darted a look away from his intent gaze, feeling like a dope but needing those words like I needed oxygen. “Um, could you…could you say it?” My gaze continued to fixate on a spot over his left shoulder because I was so embarrassed at sounding like a needy baby.
“Look at me, moya neposlushnaya devochka.”
My head whipped to him, and I frowned. “Did you just call me a naughty girl again?”
He gave me a half smile and rubbed his thumb down the side of my neck in an almost distracting way. “Yes. You’re very naughty for not believing how I feel about you. But considering everything I fucking put you through, I suppose the least I can do is tell you directly.”
He paused and I was certain he was doing it to tease me, and I wanted to actually murder him.
I gave him a smack on the shoulder, and he broke out into a grin so beautiful it took my breath away, making him look young and…happy. I couldn’t hold onto any anger when he stared at me so joyfully.
He took my face in his rough hands and stared into my eyes, his expression far more serious now. “I love you, Emmy. Ya tebya lyublyu. I fought it, I hated it, I resisted it, but I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it because you deserve better than that. In fact, you deserve a fuck of a lot better than me, that’s for sure, but I’m never letting you go.”
I pulled his mouth down to me and kissed him, needing him to understand that there was no one better for me. That he was everything.
I slid my hand down to grip the erection that was still hard against my hip and slid my legs open, the arousal that had been put on simmer, roaring back to life.
He didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, his tongue thrusting aggressively against mine as he gripped beneath my thighs to spread them. He reached down to line the head of his cock with my entrance when my phone rang.
I jumped because I had dropped the phone next to me when Ivan and I started talking. Ivan stared at the phone with so much aggravated hostility, I thought he would throw it through the window.
I reluctantly picked it up and saw Hannah’s name across the screen. Shit, I hadn’t responded to her text and apparently, she wasn’t feeling particularly patient. I groaned in frustration. “It’s Hannah,” I said, feeling torn between desire hammering through my veins and putting my sister’s mind at ease.
With a sigh of resignation, Ivan dropped a hard kiss on my mouth. “Talk to your sister.”
I answered the call and hastily jerked the sheet up to cover myself as if Hannah could see me through the phone. “Hey, Hannah.”
