Page 48 of Bound by Blood

Laney looked up at Boris with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t think we can take care of ourselves, Godzilla? I will have you know, I am a very dangerous woman.”

He stopped walking and took her by the arms. His deep voice was serious when he said, “You will never leave the property without an escort. You may be as tough as they come, but I will not rest easy unless I know you are taken care of. Always.”

She tilted her head back and nodded. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, “I trust you to take care of us.”

She felt his chest expand under her arms and his hands shift to engulf her from behind. “It is a start,” he rumbled before picking her up off her feet and capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.

They strolled along the river until the sun started to set and light up the Kremlin with breathtaking colours. Though Laney had travelled in her time as an assassin, she had never before done anything as simple as explore a famous landmark tourist destination. She found it both exhilarating and frustrating at the same time. She wanted to capture the sights with a camera and murder all the other tourists that were standing in her way of seeing everything.

Boris, trailed by their bodyguards, escorted her back to the car and soon they were on their way to the restaurant.

Again, Laney found herself the recipient of a brand-new experience. Though she had eaten in restaurants before, never on a date and never as the sole focus of a handsome, dangerous Russian mobster that looked like he would prefer to be eating her than the steak he was currently consuming.

“Stop looking at me like that!” Laney hissed, choking on her wine and looking nervously around to see if anyone noticed.

No one was looking. Boris had reserved an entire section of the extremely beautiful restaurant just for them. A waiter stood nearby in case they needed anything, but he was staring steadily in another direction.

“Like what?” Boris drawled heavily. He pushed his empty plate away, picked up his own wine glass and sipped the rich, red liquid while watching her pick at her food.

“Like… like…” Laney blushed and looked away from him, unable to describe exactly how his heated gaze made her feel.

He hooked his foot around her chair and jerked it forward against the table. Laney gasped as the arms of the chair caged her in. He sprawled his big body in his chair and leaned indolently, resting his forearm across the arm of her chair. Her fork fell from her fingers, clattering against her plate. Her blue eyes clashed with his dark ones, and she saw that, despite his easy posture, there was nothing relaxed in his gaze.

“Like I want to touch every part of you. Stuff my fingers inside of you, tear your clothes apart and then follow my hands with my tongue. Make you come on my face until you’re ready for my cock. Then hold you over this table and fuck every part of you, until you beg me to stop?” he asked huskily. “Right here, in front of all these people. Claim my woman, show them how she likes to be fucked and then kill them all for watching her come apart underneath me.”

Laney swallowed and struggled to breath. She felt like she was melting, her stomach swirled and begged her to beg him to fuck her exactly the way he just described. Maybe except for the part about killing the restaurant patrons. She didn’t think it was their fault for being forced to watch. He was such a beast!

“Why haven’t you touched me?” she whispered, licking her lips to moisten them. His eyes followed the movement hungrily. “You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”

He dropped his hand to her thigh, engulfing her leg and squeezing. “You needed time to recover,kotenok. As you know, I can be a demanding man. I could not risk harming you while you were healing in body as well as spirit.”

She nodded, mesmerized by the depth of feelings she saw in his dark eyes. He slid his broad fingers around to the slit in her pants and explored the silken skin beneath. His fingers grazed the leather sheath, holding the dagger he had given her for their evening out. Tracing it, he slid his thumb higher until he was gliding closer to the lacy edge of her panties.

“I’m healed now,” Laney breathed, pressing her legs together.

The grin he gave her looked almost like a grimace. “Da, I know,” he growled and jerked her leg open beneath the table. Laney tried to snap her legs shut and automatically reach for her other dagger at the same time.

“Do it and I will be forced to make a scene,” he growled.

Laney gasped and looked up. Still no one was looking their way. The way Boris was leaning toward her, it only looked as though they were deep in conversation. She glared at him, but remained still beneath the exploration of his hand. He reached under the table with his other hand, took the slit of her pant leg in his hand and tore, giving himself enough room to maneuver his entire hand into her pants.

Laney gasped and would have jerked away from him, but he held her still with a huge hand on her thigh. He reached into her pants, brushing his tattooed knuckles against the soaked crotch of her lace panties. She bit her lips to keep from moaning out loud and clutched the arms of her chair.

“Blyad, you are so fucking wet right now,kotenok,” he rumbled in a low voice. “What the fuck am I thinking? I want you so fucking bad right now. We should be eating a private meal in my room, not here in a fucking restaurant.”

Laney shot him an evil smirk and titled her hips forward. He deserved any discomfort he was experiencing for messing with her in a restaurant and for tearing her beautiful pants. He moved the elastic edge of her panties to the side and ran the tips of his large fingers down her pussy, starting at her clit, drawing a gasp from her, and finishing with her dripping channel. She moaned as he sank a thick finger into her, filling her up.

Never taking his eyes off of her, he pulled his finger from her, pulled her panties back into place and brought his finger up to his face. Blood rushed to her head as he first inhaled her scent then licked the cream from his finger. She nearly orgasmed and fainted in her chair just from the look on his face.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned and then asked breathlessly, “Can we go home now?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“Put me down, Godzilla!” Laney yelled, laughing as she beat Boris on the back.

He had swept her from the BMW, tossed her over his shoulder and strode into the mansion through the door, which was held open by one of their conveniently placed guards. He looked around and then strode in the opposite direction of their bedrooms. Laney twisted around on his shoulder trying to figure out where they were going, but her hair was falling in her eyes from the heated kisses he had given her in the back seat of the car.

He went slamming into a room she hadn’t been in before but suspected was his office due to the heavy masculine desk and leather couch and chairs. He lifted her easily off his shoulder by the waist and clutched her to his chest, seeking her lips as though they had been denied him for too long. Laney shoved her hair out of the way and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

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