Page 39 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

“Ooh, baby, when you saydah-linklike that...” I roll onto Marina as we uncouple, slippery bodies tangling the sheets.

“Please. Look at my face. You should see what you love. Can’t you see... Can’t you see that I’m—”

“So beautiful it makes the stars jealous? Yeah, I said it.” I’m not poetic, but for her, I’ll try.

“My teeth.”

“Shiny white.”

“Sharp!” She bites my finger gently, but all I feel is a prickle before her tongue curls around my finger and strokes. “My tongue...”

“I would pay a million dollars for my wife to have a tongue like yours.”

Marina groans, but in a moment, she slides below my waist, capturing my cock with that talented mouth. “Mmm. I love when I taste my pussy on your cock,” she purrs.

I bite my lip. “What do you want me to do, woman? Propose on the spot? There’s nothing hotter than a sweet girl with a dirty mind.”Unless that sweet, dirty-minded woman is her. She’s the hottest of them all.

Marina says nothing. Her mouth is full.

My mouth is wide open—and words are still flowing, some post-orgasmic stream-of-consciousness stuff happening. “I love you. Maybe I don’t know you well enough to marry you.”Yet.

She squeaks, the sound muffled by my cock.

“But if Big K knew you were engaged, maybe he—”

“He would kill you.” Her head pops up, and she glares at me. “He would kill you and take me. I’m not worth that.”

“Worth can only truly be measured by the possessor,” I recite an old maxim of my grandfather’s. “To some random john that K throws at you? You might not be worth much. To me? Worth a fortune. Worth loving. Get out whatever nonsense he told you about your worth. He said whatever he needed to in order to control you.”

“It’s not like that. Not exactly,” Marina resumes her thorough adoration of my body, tongue doing things no human mouth should be capable of.

“What is it like?”

“You, not understanding.”

Ugh. I hate to fight dirty and probably ruin my epic oral lovefest, but I do. “Did Gregor know?”

Marina lays her head on my thigh and says nothing for a long moment. When she speaks, her voice is soft and sad. “No. If he did, maybe he would have left. He might have lived a long, happy life. That’s what I want for you, Kev.”

“Well, I want that for both of us. Let me tell you something. I won’t have a happy life without you in it. And if Koshchei takes you away? You think I would just forget you and learn to be happy again? No! I’d hunt him down to the ends of the earth and get you back. What’s more—if that bastard laid a hand on me, I think you’d go Bruce Lee on his ass and put him in the dirt. Mm. I cannot wait to see that.”

“Oh, Kevin. You just want to fix things!” Marina gives me puppy dog eyes as if I’ve done something wrong.

“And that’s bad?”

“No. I think it’s just impossible.”

I think about the way Marina and I met. The way she makes me feel, how she derailed my plans, threw me into a new kind of crazy, and how unbelievably happy I am when she’s around me.

But if you’d asked me just three weeks ago—I would have said falling in love with someone in under six months was impossible.

“Seeing is believing, sweetheart.”

Chapter Twelve

“Mom is going to disown me. I just want you to know that. You can have Dad’s framed Jimi Hendrix tickets and the fringed vest he signed. Carter can have the autographed Reggie White helmet.”

“What did you do?” Cal barks.

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