Page 82 of Guarded Rebellion

She climbed closer to straddle me, mindful of the surgery on my shoulder. “Your brat?” she teased softly, leaning in to kiss me.

“My sassy, defiant brat,” I whispered back as I pulled her down for a longer kiss.

“Not your slut?” she asked playfully, reaching lower to rub against my dick.

“Fuck, Eva. Here?”

She nodded, mischief burning in her eyes. “Everywhere.”

I laughed. “My brat. My slut. My princess.” I gripped the back of her neck and held her close for a longer kiss that left us both panting.

“My bride,” I added as she ground against me.

She nodded. “Your wife,” she whispered as I moved my hand until I could slide my fingers over the bare silky skin under her skirt. One tug snapped the seams of her thong, clearing my access to her sweet cunt.

“Yes,” she whispered as I slipped my finger into her. “Yes.”

“Then be quiet, baby,” I whispered against her ear as she moved the sheet over. “So no one interrupts this celebration.” She straddled me, sinking onto my cock.

And she rode me, muting herself by kissing me. Beeps sounded from the monitors on the panel next to the bed, and I reached over to unplug the wires that showed how she made my heart race and my blood pressure rise. She always would, no doubt about that. But I didn’t need a nurse hurrying in here to stop us from commemorating the first day of our future together.

Afterward, she cleaned us up and relaxed in the bed alongside me.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a ring yet.” I held her hand and traced her delicate fingers.

She kissed my chest, smiling. “No rush.”

“I intend to marry you as soon as possible.”

“Good. I’m impatient too.”

I narrowed my eyes, detecting a slight hint of a falsehood there. “But?”

“But…” She shrugged. “I’ve never dreamed about a wedding. You know? It was always just supposed to happen and I wouldn’t have a say in any of it. Especially not my groom. I’m still shocked that Uncle Oleg is letting me have you. He did say that, right? I’m not dreaming?”

I kissed the top of her head. “He gave us permission.”

She sighed happily. “I’ve never given my wedding much thought, but now that it will be happening soon, I wish I could count on Kelly to be there. Maybe as my maid of honor. Something like that.”

“I bet we can make that happen.”

She lifted her gorgeous gaze to mine. “I’m worried about her, still being on campus. I wish she could stay with me.”

“You’re not going back to school?” I asked. “That’s a definite answer?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve got my fate plotted out for me, remember? Get married and have a bunch of babies.”

I grinned.Mybabies. Afterourmarriage was official. “But if you want to continue…”

She shook her head, twining her fingers with mine. “I wouldn’t want to be distracted from being with you. Besides, I can do online classes too…”

“Are you sure? I don’t like the idea of you giving up on your dreams.”

“Lev, youaremy dream, the one I hadn’t realized I could wish for. Besides, he only ever told me that I could go to school so he could have you spying there. It was never about letting me study because I wanted to. It was still ‘business’.”

She was right, but it didn’t sound like she was bitter or sad about it.

“I just wish it didn’t have to mean that I’d never see Kelly again.”

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