Page 26 of Reign of Four

It’s fucking unacceptable.

Once we’re out of the room and in the hallway, I shoulder open a random door and toss her inside. I slam the door shut behind us and lodge a chair back beneath the handle. It won’t last long, but it’ll last long enough for what I need to do.

I whip off my face shield and glower at my wife. She’s still raving mad, dark hair whipping around her face as she storms towards me. “Let me out,” she demands, shoving my chest with both hands. “I’m gonna kill him.”

God, she’s perfect.

“No.” I tear off my gloves and cup her face in my hands, pushing her deeper into the room. She stumbles as I force her backward, but I don’t care—I won’t let her fall. “You’re mine, Valentina. You’re not going anywhere.”

Not without me.

She grabs my wrists and tugs, but it’s no use. Even in her anger, she’s not strong enough to push me around. “Let me go, Andrei, I need to kill him?—”

I crash my mouth over hers, swallowing her protests. Fuck that guy. If she’s going to be angry, let it be at me—I want everything from this woman. All of her anger, her outrage, her pain. Every piece of her, I’ll claim for myself.

She is mine.

I lift her off the ground and slam her back against the wall, growling as she claws at my armor. Fuck it, too—I unclasp it with both hands, keeping my lips on Valentina’s to keep her quiet. Once the chest piece is off, she tears into my shirt, and I spread my feet apart and buck my hips up into hers. I’m crushing her. I know I am, but neither of us cares as we tear at each other. Her panties rip easily, my belt buckle jangles over my hips, and then I’m buried deep inside her heat.

She whimpers against my lips, and I delve my tongue past the seam to taste her. Groaning, I reach under her dress and grasp her hip as I punch into her hard, my anger at being ignored for another man making me just as reckless as she was in the dining room.

I dig my heels in and slam our bodies together.

She screams, but I swallow the sound, greedy for every sound she makes. I screw her hard to make sure she knows who she belongs to. Not Liam. Not this fucking place. Not the fucking Bratva, either. Oh no—fuck her bloodline. Fuck what it demands from her.

I demand every part of her as mine.

Her touch is as rough as mine as she digs her nails into my shoulders and neck, marking me as much as I’m surely marking her, neither of us caring about how it’ll look in the morning.

I’m as much hers as she is mine. She can touch me however she likes.

She tears her mouth from mine to pant in my ear, moaning when I arch my back and change the angle, hitting a better spot for her, making her moan as she gets even wetter, the slap of our flesh meeting filling the room.

“You’re mine,” I growl into her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. “You’ve always been fucking mine, Valentina. Do you hear me?” I slam her hips over mine fast and hard, and she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me.

“Yours,” she repeats, moaning perfectly for me. “God, Andrei, I’m coming?—”

I lick into her mouth to steal the sounds she makes as she clamps around my dick, damn near cutting me in half with how hard her thighs wrap around my waist. It’s enough to tip me over the edge. My balls tighten and I come hard, my eyes rolling back as I shoot my load deep inside her.

Slowly, I drop us to my knees and hold her in my arms. “Valentina.” I press a kiss to her temple, the edge of her eyelids, across her cheek, on the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry it took so long for us to get here, baby, but I’m here. We’re here. Feel me, baby. I’m right here.”

Her hands travel my body, catching each visible patch of skin. It’s not much since we’re both still clothed, but she runs her fingers over the scratches she put on my neck and across my shoulders, like the red lines prove I’m here more than my cum inside her does.

I can still see a flicker of anger in her eyes, but she hides it well as she brushes her fingers across my jaw and presses the tips to my lips. I kiss them all, every single one.

“I almost thought you’d . . .” She swallows and sweeps her gaze behind me, avoiding my eyes. A blush creeps up her neck. “Decided against it. Saving me, and all.” She gives a half-shrug, trying to play off her confession, but her lip trembles just slightly.

How could she ever think we’d abandon her?

“Zhena, we drove ourselves crazy looking for you. It only took so long because that fucking bitch—” My words come out as a harsh growl that I have to rein in. “We let our guard down and you suffered for it, baby, and I’m sorry. That should have never happened. It won’t happen ever again. I promise.”

She nods, but I can tell she’s uncertain. If we let her get kidnapped once, how can she believe that we’ll keep her safe the next time someone tries shit? Fuck, we messed this up. We thought we had allies and loyalty—we thought no one could take shit from us, let alone our fucking woman—but Katya proved us wrong with a flick of her fucking wrist.

Damned woman should rot in hell for eternity.

Valentina’s eyes grow distant, and I hold her fucking tighter. She’s not running away from me, not even inside her mind. “What is it, baby? Tell me.”

Her forehead crinkles as she stares in the distance, away from me. “He killed my grandmother. I wasn’t sure that he’d—” She draws a shallow breath. “He killed her for me, Andrei.”

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