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  “Aleksei. I’m fine. Dimitri is fine.”

  My breathing remained ragged as I drank in her essence, memorizing every inch of her beautiful face. “You truly don’t get it.” I crushed her against me, pressing my lips against hers. Nothing was going to keep me from devouring her, savagely taking her in every manner. As I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, I ripped at her clothes, the adrenaline flowing as she reached for my belt.

  Everything about this moment felt right, and even though the odds were against us, the time spent with her was perfect.

  Within seconds I held her naked body against mine, able to feel her beating heart as she wrapped her arms around my neck, arching her back. I ran my hand down her back, tingling as she shuddered at my touch.

  She rose onto her tiptoes, intertwining her fingers in my hair as the kiss became frantic, the passion erupting between us.

  I shifted my hand down to her bottom, sliding my fingers down the crack of her ass. My entire body was on fire, my cock throbbing as the desire boiled from deep within.

  Mewing, she ground her hips against me, her tongue dancing across mine in a teasing manner, driving me out of my mind.

  My hand was firmly wrapped around her long strands and I yanked her head back, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck. The growl erupting from my mouth was barbaric as I brushed my lips down the side of her face, biting down on her neck.

  “Oh... So good.” Her whimpers only further fueled my hunger, driving me to a raging point.

  Every sound I made was savage as I kissed and licked down to her breast, fully engulfing her nipple into my mouth. It took every ounce of control, taking my time to swirl the tip of my tongue around her hardened bud. Every sound she made, all reeking with desire, permeated my eardrums, forcing kinky thoughts in my mind. I would keep her tied, waiting for me.

  Hungering for me.

  Surrendering to me.

  No one would ever get to her. No one could take her away.

  My entire body was shaking as I shifted to her other nipple, this time biting down until she cried out. I was too famished to wait, my needs far too excessive. I had to be inside of her.

  Taking her.

  I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I lifted her off the floor carrying her toward the couch, forcing her to shift until her back was facing me. The reflection of our wanton sin in the glass door was provocative and she moaned as I crowded close to her.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, her eyes never leaving the glass.

  “Fuck you.” The statement was simple.

  She smiled, cooing as I parted her legs with mine, easing my hand around her thigh until I was able to rub her already swollen clit between my fingers.

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes, undulating her body as I swirled my finger then pinched her sensitive tissue several times. Finally, her mouth opened, her eyes closing as her skin became covered in goosebumps.

  “Every day and every night, I’m going to take you. Doesn’t matter where we are. You will never push me away. You will never deny me.” My words were authoritative, even harsh, but I could tell the kind of effect they had on her. She was so wet, pussy juice trickling against my hand.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’ll spank you every day, making certain you follow every rule, pushing you harshly.” I allowed my fingers to roam, moving up and down the length of her pussy.

  “Um, yes. Yes, sir!” A slight smile curled across her lip as she gripped the back of the couch, her fingers digging in.

  “And when you’re really a bad girl, I’ll lock you in the cage. Imagine what I’ll do to your body after that.”

  Purring, she shifted her bottom back and forth, the friction created mind-bending. All I could think about was taking her like the true beast I was, filling her.

  Fucking her.

  I jammed my fingers into her pussy, taking a deep breath as her muscles clenched around the invasion. “Is that what you want, my lovely Willow?”

  “Yes, God, yes.”

  “Then that’s what you’re going to have for the rest of your life.” I nuzzled into her neck as I finger fucked her pussy, electrified as she rode my hand, issuing wild purring noises the entire time.

  She was so wet, so damn hot and my vision was cloudy, my mind little more than a fucking machine. I was able to see her sinful expressions as she drove herself closer to a climax, her mouth twisting and her eyelids fluttering open and closed. There was nothing more beautiful in the entire world.

  “Oh. Oh.”

  “That’s it. Come on my hand. I want to feel your sweet pussy juice staining my fingers.”

  Her face pinched, she arched her back even more, biting back scream after scream. Until she could hold back no longer.

  I finally closed my eyes as I continued thrusting, driving my flexed fingers as deep inside as possible, pushing her to her limits. I wanted more.

  All of her.

  Everything she could give to me.

  After all, she belonged to a brutal man.

  “Oh, God. I’m...” As she tensed, I cupped her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. The most intense then sublime expressions formed on her face as a moment of raw bliss shot through her system.

  Her entire body convulsed, the sounds pushing past her voluptuous lips the most beautiful music, enticing me even more.

  “Such a good girl,” I whispered into her ear, my needs becoming insatiable.

  “Um... Not... always,” she said, laughing softly.

  “True enough. That’s what hard spankings are for.” With that, I smacked her bottom several times, my pulse racing as she whimpered.

  There would be time for discipline later. Tonight, my needs had no patience or tolerance. I pushed her over the edge, positioning my cock, sliding the tip just inside. I wrapped my other hand around her hair, keeping her in place as I brutally plunged the entire length inside.

  “Oh!” The smile had returned, the glisten on her face delicious.

  Dazzling.

  I was unable to control myself, fucking her in a savage manner, driving so deep into her that the couch shifted back and forth. I couldn’t get enough. There would never be enough.

  She did everything to push back against me, rocking her body with mine as I pumped into her hard and fast.

  When she began to struggle, fighting me like a wildcat, I was confused, giving her an advantage. She managed to push me away, scrambling to get off the couch, moving in a stealth-like manner that was far too enticing, bringing out the real beast from deep within a padlocked cage.

  Willow was able to get out of my stronghold, blowing me a kiss as she laughed in a throaty manner. The playful side was so unexpected, shattering my last resolve. I snagged her leg, dragging her down to the bearskin rug positioned in front of the fire.

  Still, she clawed, using her well-trained agility in an attempt to crawl away.

  I was having none of it.

  This time, I wrapped my hand around her neck, squeezing until she took several labored breaths. She wasn’t getting away this time. I shoved my cock inside her pretty pink pussy, growling like the true predator I was.

  She continued fighting, undulating and shifting, only further fueling the fire raging between us.

  I thrust my cock in rapid succession as I kept my tight hold. My balls were aching, filling with seed. Soon, there would be no holding back. When I heard her sparkling laughter, I knew exactly what she was going to do.

  Squeeze.

  The effect was instantaneous, my cock spewing cum deep inside her hot, wet channel. “Fuck. Fuck!” I relaxed my fingers, still clinging to her, still pumping into her. Every cell and muscle in my body was so alive, electrified in a way that couldn’t be explained.

  She was the reason.

  Our love was the reason.

  Danger was the catalyst.

  “Mmm...” she whispered as she clenched her muscles again.

  I eased her down onto the rug, wrapping my leg around
hers and sliding my hand until I was able to cup her breast.

  “I love you,” she whispered and within seconds I heard her even breathing.

  She’d fallen asleep.

  “And I will die to keep you safe.”

  There had been few moments in my life that seemed justified, a glimpse of a normal life. This was one of them and I knew without a doubt, they were undeserved.

  But I would fight to keep them.

  Even if I’d sold my soul to the devil.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Willow

  “And I will die to keep you safe.”

  I’d heard the words, his solemn vow just seconds before I’d fallen asleep. They still terrified me, a reminder that what I thought I understood about life had been completely wrong. However, there was no turning back the clock, no righting the wrongs. And today, I was given a gift of being responsible for taking care of a beautiful little boy.

  I’d always wanted children, had planned on at least four, but that wasn’t to be. Angelo had taken that ability from me years before on one drunken night. The scars weren’t only inside my body. They would never leave my mind.

  How could I love someone like Aleksei, a man I’d called a brutal monster? Because hidden behind all the bravado and macho actions, there was a tender and very loving father. Merely watching him with Dimitri was breathtaking, a moment that couldn’t be faked. They say you can tell the measure of a man by the way he handles children and animals.

  I knew in my heart he was a good man.

  Then why was I petrified?

  Sometime in the middle of the night he’d brought me to his bed, holding me until the wee hours of the morning. I knew he had business to attend to, saving his kingdom as well as his father. I only wished I could help more, providing any kind of information, but nothing came to mind that would add any additional insight or knowledge about my brother’s full plans.

  I had a difficult time believing my parents were of Russian descent, but there was so little that I remembered. I twisted on the bed, staring at the clock. He’d awakened me long enough this morning for a single kiss as well as letting me know the plane was leaving at ten. I had no time to waste. At least he was riding with me to the airport.

  The light rapping on the door gave me a smile. Seeing the almost sheepish look on Aleksei’s face was endearing. In his hand was a steaming cup of coffee, another gesture that seemed so out of place for the brooding Russian.

  Although he was no longer brooding.

  The thought gave me such a huge smile. I sat up, tucking the sheets under my arms.

  He eased onto the bed, handing me the coffee then yanking down the bedding. “I own you. Never cover up unless absolutely necessary.”

  “I’ll try and remember that.”

  “I have one more question for you.”

  The warmth of the cup was inviting, but his cold stare gave me a solid chill. “Okay.”

  “Do you believe your brother is lying about any other aspect of your personal life?”

  I thought about the question, unsure of where this was going. “He wasn’t lying about what happened to Angelo, or from what I know, about the trust established for my education. I’m not certain what you’re getting at.”

  He nodded before fingering my hair. “I guess it really doesn’t matter. Where you’re going you will be safe. No one knows about the house I purchased and only a few of my men know you exist, let alone you’re leaving with Dimitri. I do want you to know that I’ll do what I can to keep Peter alive, but I can’t promise you anything any longer.”

  “You do what you have to do. He means nothing to me any longer.”

  “Family is still family, whether blood is involved or not. I know that’s very important to you. As I said, I’ll do what I can.”

  There was another moment of sadness laced in his comments as well as a resignation that I’d heard before. He was under extreme duress, fighting people that seemed to have the upper hand. “Aleksei, you are a man of honor. Remember that.”

  He moved toward the door, his entire body tense. “I’m beginning to question that more every day. When you’re ready, we’ll leave for the airport. By the way, you are welcome to use my shower.” The grin on his face was far too seductive.

  “Can’t you join me?” I shifted, allowing the sheet to fall further as I leaned forward.

  Growling, he moved back toward the bed, sitting on the edge. “Such a little temptress. You’re one very bad girl.”

  “I thought you appreciated my naughty vixen side.”

  “You have no idea.” He took the cup from my hand, gripping my neck as he leaned over, his rough tongue swirling around my nipple.

  “Mmm...” I gripped his arm, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed, enjoying another round of delicious sex. What I truly wanted was to forget about what he was facing, the danger that simply refused to leave.

  He brushed his lips across my chest to my other hardened bud, taking his time sucking and biting. When he eased back, he exhaled, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my skin.

  Instantly, I was aroused, even more so than the night before.

  “I wish I could. I have certain... business arrangements to make.” Once again, he retreated from the bed, this time, his shoulders slumping as he made his way toward the door. When he tilted his head, his expression was one of longing.

  “I understand.”

  The closing of the door seemed like such an ending, although I held on to everything he’d said the night before, words and sentiments that I longed to believe.

  There was no time for remorse, no calming my nerves. I had to do this for him.

  His bathroom was nothing special, as if the room was merely meant for guests; however, seeing his toiletries and the soft terry robe hanging on the back of the door, I somehow felt closer to him.

  I glanced into the mirror, rubbing my hand across my neck. His hold the night before had been completely dominating, but I’d experienced no fear of what he was going to do. My trust of him was... surprising. There was no other word.

  The hot water almost instantly steamed up the bathroom and as I slid under the showerhead, the water was a delicious and very soothing moment. I knew I couldn’t remain in the fantasy we’d both created, but maybe we’d be able to create additional memories.

  The foreboding thoughts surfacing in my mind were close to debilitating, my sixth sense telling me that something terrible was about to happen. I’d seen the look in my brother’s eyes. He had every intention of killing Aleksei since I hadn’t been able to perform the job. It was only a matter of time of where and when.

  But I knew Peter would strike when Aleksei least expected it.

  The thought was far more daunting that I’d been able to accept before. There were so many risks, so much at stake. A child’s life. I couldn’t comprehend how Aleksei had managed keeping his own little boy from harm’s way.

  I heard the sound of the door, could feel the slight cold breeze sweeping in over the top of the shower door. Every portion of my body was lit like a raging fire, cells and muscles exploding with need. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. There was no rhyme or reason. I was supposed to be his enemy, not his lover.

  Or his mate.

  I closed my eyes as the subtle click of the shower door reverberated in my mind. Then I planted my hands against the cool marble wall, allowing the stream of water to cascade over a good portion of my body.

  There was no immediate touch, no forced application of his dominating ways. He simply filled the space with his massive body, consuming the limited air and creating a wave of tingles sliding between my legs. The scent of him shifted all around me, encapsulating every cell, infusing his fragrance with my own. He was intense musk and exotic spices, woodsy and all masculine. I was lightheaded from a heightened level of intoxication, taking several deep breaths in an effort to control my own breathing.

  I could feel the heat of his body as he inched closer, still keeping
his distance yet there was no doubt he was in full control.

  Of my mind.

  Of my body.

  Of my heart.

  When he finally traced a line down my spine, ever so delicately, I swooned. Every breath I took was shallow, leaving my mind foggy and my pulse racing.

  I heard a single deep exhale, his hot breath lingering on my skin, igniting the remaining embers. As he brushed the tips of his fingers up my back, rolling them over my shoulders, I finally let out a ragged moan.

  Aleksei lowered his head until he was able to blow a continuous wave of air along the nape of my neck, adding a single husky growl as his fingers danced down my arms. Every move he made was sensuous, passionate, and I fell into a cocoon of safety, a wash of adoration.

  He had no idea how protected I felt, a man who would die in order to keep me secure.

  He brushed his hands against my cheeks, delicate in every move, leaving my mind soaring with possibilities as well as increased need.

  And hunger.

  And joy.

  As he finally lowered his head, brushing his lips across my neck, nipping the base of my ear, my body sagged until I was finally gulping for air.

  I opened my legs, a blatant invitation, hoping he would ravage me. Use me. Fuck me. How could I want this man? The question no longer existed. I belonged to him. I wanted no other man but this rugged, damaged creature.

  He pressed a series of kisses against my shoulders, shifting from left to right, his moves more sensuous and alluring than I’d experienced before. This was no longer about absolute domination or hard fucking.

  This was about his expression of love.

  I leaned against him, allowing one arm to float toward him, able to run my fingers down the side of his face. I adored the stubble covering his jaw, adding to the dangerous aura that he wore like a badge of honor.

  He undulated his hips, grinding his thick, throbbing cock against my bottom, a not so subtle reminder of his power over me. All the while his fingers continued exploring, his arms easing around my waist until he was able to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

  Pain and pleasure. The sentiment I’d learned well and now, I craved both.