Page 64 of Bedazzled
“Let’s cut off his arm…”
Stepping back, I unbuttoned my shirt again and pulled it off.
“On the third day of my captivity - I think it was the third day, time moved differently in the warehouse - one of the old man O’Connell’s sons, Colm, came in to see me. The men torturing me were angry because I would not give them anything. It was bad. Very bad, but my father had beaten, stabbed, and burned Maksim and me since we were children, so I knew I could handle it.”
Tania stared up at me, lips pressed together. “You shouldneverhave had to ‘get used to it.’ I’m so glad your dad is dead. What did he want?”
“He said it was time to, ‘mix it up.’ He pulled out the chainsaw and started it up, revving the engine right by my head, over and over. I remember the smell of the diesel fuel, and their laughter…”
I placed her shaking hand on the thick red scar on my shoulder. She was warm, fingers stroking gently over the healed gash.
“I remember the blade cutting through skin and muscle,” I said, “I pulled myself into a memory, back when you and I were making my driver loop around the park over and over while I defiled you in the back seat?”
Her eyes brimming, Tania laughed, “That is a very good memory.”
“Colm O’Connell was not getting the response he wanted, so he turned the chainsaw off and told me he’d be back for my eyes if I didn’t tell them what they wanted to know. My torturers glued the skin on my shoulder back together, but…” I stopped; my throat too tight to go on.
Her mouth pressed softly on the top of my scar, her kiss was cool and tentative, when I leaned in slightly against the pressure of her lips and nodded, she continued kissing along the ugly length of it. “You go take what you need to, my sweet husband. Go to Dublin and take it all, if it keeps you from going back into that dark place again. Okay?”
Pressing my forehead against hers, I pulled in a deep, shaky breath. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, eyes still wet. “If you go into the dark again, I will come to find you and pull you back out. I will. Just… please don’t push me away.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly.
Tania…
“Is it time?”
It was past midnight but I couldn’t sleep, not when my time with Yuri was ticking away. I was in my favorite spot, sprawled on top of him, kissing along the scar on his shoulder. His spent cock was still between my legs, both of us still wet from making love as many times as we could manage.
His sigh told me what I needed to know, and my knees tightened around his waist. “I want to be a tough Bratva wife,” I whispered, “I do. But I’m so scared for you.”
Putting his arm under his head, my sweet husband smiled down at me. “I will not take any unnecessary risks, myKoroleva.I have someone to come home to.”
“Good.” Running my fingers over his beautiful, lush mouth, I yelped when he playfully bit the tip of one finger.
“Ah,” Yuri gently rolled me off him and stood up, stretching, “I have something for you.” I rolled to my side to appreciate the gorgeous play of all that muscle moving under the skin of his back. There were more scars there, many hidden under elaborate scrolls of tattoos. There was a clear bite mark on his ass and I tried to smother my laughter.
“Are you looking at your bite mark, you little vampire?” He grinned lecherously. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, you have a matching set on that juicy little ass of yours.”
“It’s not that little,” I drawled, rolling over on to my stomach. Hedidlove my ass, maybe if I wiggled a bit, he’d forget about getting ready to leave and I could keep him inside of me.
He was digging something out of his bedside table drawer, “Oh, it is definitely juicy, darling.” Turning back, he slapped my left cheek as I screeched.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Because this gorgeous, pert bottom of yours looks best when it’s all pink,” he said, unrepentantly slapping my right cheek for emphasis.
I was seconds away from smacking his gorgeous butt in retaliation when Yuri got on one knee.
Naked.
“My beautifulKoroleva,there is nothing I would not give if I could go back in time to that day. If I could stop the O’Connell mob and have our night together. I had planned a speech in my head… I even wrote a letter to you in case I forgot everything I was planning to say.”
“I read it,” I confessed, I was shaking and a little lightheaded.
Yuri’s brow rose. “Patrick?”
