Page 117 of Falling for the Enemy

“Take off your shirt, Krasavchik.”

With a smile, I pull a freshly clipped Cohiba from the pocket of my blue dress shirt. Fisting the front of it, I rip it free of my body, uncaring that it’s now ruined, its buttons scattered in a dozen directions.

Heat fills her eyes; I nearly groan.

Without a doubt, if I slipped my hand under her dress and between her smooth thighs, my fingers would find her bare lips soaked, her sweet pussy begging to be filled.

Needing to distract myself before I bend her over the banister and shove myself deep inside her, I give her my back.

“Between the shoulder blades, baby.”

If she thinks I’ll back out, she’s wrong. She wants to track me? Si, have at it. She can LoJack my cock if she feels inclined to. I’m hers as much as she’s mine.

Slipping the cigar between my lips, I light it with a book of matches I pull from my pocket, relishing in the peppery taste that rolls over my tongue as I wait for her to make her move.

“Insert it right below the skin.”

A cool wipe, then a sharp prick.

When she pulls the needle free of my flesh, I turn, facing her once more. Head tilted to the side, and with one hand on her hip, she uses the other to point at the ground by her feet, her silent demand clear.

“Apologize.”

I take a final hit of my Cohiba.

“I’ll hit my knees for you, Hermosa.” Snuffing my cigar out on the nearest brick wall, I toss it into the trash to the right and slip my hand into my pocket. “But it won’t be to say I’m sorry, especially when I’m not.”

Why the fuck would I be?

From the beginning, she was mine.

“I chipped you for two reasons. The first was so your sneaky little ass couldn’t escape me. The second was so I could keep you safe.”

The anger in her eyes fades.

Something softer immediately replaces it.

“Da? If so, what—”

I drop to one knee and pull the leather ring box I’ve been carrying around for the past week from my pants. “I’m not asking you to marry me.” I pop open the box, revealing the three-carat, red diamond ring. Pear-shaped and set in a platinum, diamond-adorned band, it’s beautiful. Just like the woman who will soon wear it. “That’s already a done deal.”

Chest rising and falling in rapid succession, Ari rolls her tongue over her bottom lip, wetting it. “Then why are you on your knees, durak?”

Removing the ring from the box, I smirk.

“Because as soon as I slide this on your finger, permanently marking you as mine, I plan to lift your leg over my shoulder and bury my face in your pussy until you come all over my lips and tongue.”

My woman doesn’t hesitate.

Using her right hand, she pulls up the skirt of her dress, revealing her glistening pussy to my hungry eyes, then hooks her leg over my shoulder.

I inhale, pulling her signature scent deep into my lungs, and grab her left hand. Demons roaring in delight, my chest tightens as I slip the diamond onto her finger, further tightening the tether binding us.

Let her try to escape me now.

I kiss the ring before dropping her hand and leaning forward, my thumbs separating her lower lips. Her swollen little clit throbs, begging for my tongue to lash and suck it as I pump my fingers into her tight pussy, twisting and hooking.

With my mouth watering, I look up at my woman. Mi Reina. My future wife. “Be a good girl and say the words, Ari. If you do, I’ll reward—”

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