Page 116 of Beloved
“Why not? It’s exciting. It’s the Big Apple. It’s where I’ve always wanted to go. Anyway, after the horror, I couldn’t seem to forget what happened. My father did try to get me to help but nothing worked. So, I was allowed to get a dog. A dog he wanted killed. Don’t worry, Kazimir. I will do what it takes to help you destroy my father and my godfather if necessary.”
Her conviction was heartfelt. The need to protect her was stronger than ever.
The desire to consume her was all encompassing.
“Come here,” I growled.
She barely turned her head in my direction. “Why?” When a flash of lightning crisscrossed the sky, she jumped.
Golden was immediately on her feet, allowing a single whine.
“I said, come here. I don’t need a reason.”
While Rafaela turned, she seemed somewhat hesitant until I beckoned with my finger. At least I was rewarded with a smile. She was a part of my life and had been, finding a place under my skin that had allowed me to remain alive. When she was close, I pulled her onto my lap. Her grin was more mischievous as before as she straddled my legs. Purposely rubbing her sweet pussy across my cock.
“You’re one bad girl.”
“Yes, I am. So what?”
“So I want you to be careful. You will be protected at all times, but you’re also going to follow my rules. Moscow isn’t like Sicily. You’re going to stay hidden until I discover what’s going on.”
“And our wedding?”
“To be determined. But I assure you that you’ll have the wedding you so desire. Just promise me that you will follow my rules.”
“And if I don’t?”
I pinched her chin, shaking my head as a slight growl erupted. “Then I will discipline you again. And again. And again.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“I bet I can figure out how to punish you.”
As soon as she tried to climb off, I snatched her wrist. Her laughter brought several emotions, a strange feeling of needing family.
Closeness.
I’d also been thinking a lot about what Igor had said in our meeting. He’d been as philosophical as I’d remembered, tossingout cookie crumbs as usual. He was the kind of man who believed it was best for men of power to realize their destiny through their perceptions and instinct, always cautioning those who listened to curtail their anger. I’d been so enraged that I’d lost perspective.
Until now.
Family was important, and I craved having a wife and children, but not at the expense of my honor for the very family who’d shaped me. There were some, like Rafaela’s father, who couldn’t care less about the gift of having people who cared about them.
And sometimes, the loss of family altered a person’s perspective, making them prone to despair and the same level of anger I’d fallen into, using the emotion for all the wrong reasons. In the end, rage was usually a noose that would eventually be tightened.
I prayed that wasn’t the case, but my instincts were telling me otherwise. However, I needed confirmation, which meant risking not only my life but hers.
My little healer was daring enough to wrap her hand around the base of my cock, toying with me as only she could do. As much as I’d allow. Only when she dared press the tip against her wet, swollen pussy lips, I couldn’t allow the temptation to be ignored.
With a quick look into her eyes as warning, I pulled her down onto my dick, filling her completely.
She threw her head back, allowing a spectacular moan while gripping my shoulders. Could I give her what she needed in her life? Maybe, but no one, including family was going to keep me from trying.
As her muscles clamped around my cock tightly, I pulled her even closer, longing to do more than just fill her with my seed. I wanted to violate her in the worst ways, capturing her essence in a way that allowed her to know without hesitation that she belonged to me. The joy in fucking her was soothing enough I could lose myself in her, if only for a little while.
The way she rocked with me, moving up and down with her eyes pinned on mine allowed me to feel the sense of belonging in a way that hadn’t occurred since my father was alive.
How odd that her presence sparked so many raw emotions.
