Page 50 of Bound by Blood

“Boris!” she gasped. “We’re naked! Go back, let me put clothes on!”

“Nyet. There is no time for what I have in mind. We need to get to the bedroom.”

A soldier was walking toward them from the direction of the entrance hall. He stopped and stared with his mouth open. Laney could see him from her vantage point, but Boris could not. Laney reached behind her and pulled the gun from its holster. Bracing herself against Boris’ muscular, tattooed back, she took aim at the man.

“Keep staring, asshole!” she snarled.

Boris froze and turned to see who Laney was threatening. His voice was a chilling rumble as he spoke. “You will want to remove your eyes from my naked wife before I remove them from your dead body.”

The man dropped his eyes instantly and hurried away in the opposite direction. Laney sighed and relaxed against his back as they continued up the stairs toward the master suite. “You may want to let me wear clothes in the main parts of the house if you intend to be a good employer that doesn’t randomly murder people and remove their body parts.”

He grunted, but otherwise ignored her extremely fair suggestion. He set her on her feet in front of the door to the master suite of rooms. She hadn’t been in this wing of the mansion yet, not having been invited into Boris’ bedroom before now. She stared around her curiously as he opened the door. The bedroom was dark and heavy and very Russian. She wrinkled her nose at all the heavy furniture and draperies. She preferred her room with its lighter, more feminine furniture.

He caught the look on her face and chuckled. “I did not choose any of this and would welcome any changes you want to make.”

She looked up at him shyly. It was such an oddly domestic thing to suggest. Plus, he was giving her choices again. “Really?” she asked, wanting to be certain he knew what he was suggesting. “You would let me redecorate your bedroom?”

“Of course,kotenok,” he rumbled. “I want you to be comfortable in here. I plan for you to stay here. Just make sure the bed is big. Very big.”

She watched him carefully and then asked, “Out there… you called me y-your wife?”

Her breath caught in her throat and she almost wished she could take the words back, but she needed to know where she stood. She knew he wanted her, knew he even loved her. But she needed to know that things wouldn’t come crashing down around her and Jin. She needed to know that she belonged here, with him, forever.

Boris came to stand in front of her and then slowly sunk to his knees in front of her. Her bare breasts were level with is mouth and he gently placed a kiss on the tip of each. He extracted the gun from her hand and tossed it onto a nearby chair. She was so comfortable with the weapon she had nearly forgotten she was holding it. He reached around and unlatched the holster, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Laney, you are my forever, my perfection, my everything. Have been from the moment I set eyes on you,” he spoke in Russian, attempting to slow the words so she could catch each one. “You know I will do anything to keep you, but I find I cannot hurt you again. I regret some of things I have done in my desperation to have you. It is the way of this life, to take what we want. I thought I was doing the right thing, showing my strength. By taking you with brutality and tying you down. Instead, I hurt the only thing in this world that means anything to me. I could have killed your Jin.”

Tears sparkled in her eyes. She placed her fingers against his lips and shook her head, trying to cut off the flow of words. Gently he took her fingers, kissed her hand and held it so he could continue speaking.

“If I had been responsible for her death, I would have laid down my life. I would have deserved worse for not allowing you to collect the bounty and run back to your Jin as you begged me over and over,” he rumbled, matching tears gathering in his eyes. “This mistake nearly cost me both of you. When I saw you laying in the mud with that beautiful child and… I did not know if you were alive or dead. I wanted to lay down and die with you.”

A sob escaped Laney’s lips and she shook against him, tears rolling down her cheeks. She touched his bearded cheek, his hair and his ear, caressing him while he spoke.

“As much as I want to force you to stay with me, I know I cannot. I love you too much. I love your spirit and your fight. I cannot crush you with this life if it is not what you want. I saw the look on your face when I gave you the freedom of choice. Something you have never experienced. I cannot be the one to take that away from you.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and her knees gave out. Boris caught her against his chest as she fell. He held her as she cried and clutched him. She cried for a lifetime of lost choices and for her dead mother. She cried because this giant man saw her better than any other human possibly could and wanted to give her the world. His world.

“I will let you go, if that is what you want,” he rumbled against her, bowing over top of her, protecting her with his body.

“No!” she cried, struggling up in his arms. She clutched at his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t ever want you to let me go. Or Jin. We belong with you.”

She watched as the pain in his eyes changed to happiness and then fierce possessiveness. He lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his waist and his rising cock nudged her from underneath.

“You mean it?” he asked, his fingers biting into her skin where his huge hands were wrapped halfway around her body beneath her arms. “Because once you say the words, I will not ever let you go, Laney. This is your only chance for freedom.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Forever.”

He pulled her knees back and wrapped his fingers around her ass, pulling her pussy apart from underneath. She gasped as he nudged her slippery entrance with the broad crown of his cock. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he forced her body lower onto his hard cock. He took a fistful of her hair and forced her head up.

“Look at me,” he growled, tilting his hips up and thrusting several inches of cock into her body. Despite having just had sex, this position was not easy for her to take a man of his size.

Laney opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. A moan of pleasure escaped her parted lips as he continued to tilt his hips, fucking her with shallow thrusts, driving her toward another explosive peak. He cupped the back of her head and covered her face in kisses, watching every fleeting expression as though it were a precious memory.

“Boris…” she sighed and then yelled as the joy of orgasm washed over her. She bowed backwards and thrust her hips against his.

He picked her up in his arms and took the few steps to the bed as she came down from her high. He cradled her in his arms, lifted one of her legs over his arm and gently fucked her while she lay underneath him with a blissful expression on her face. Licking his thumb, he carefully slid it rhythmically across her clit until she was once more thrashing, clawing and reaching for another orgasm. As she jumped head first over the edge of another explosive peak, Boris joined her. With a grunt of extreme pleasure, he emptied himself deep within her.

Though he would have loved to collapse exactly where he was, between the thighs of the woman he loved, he knew he would crush her. Rolling to the side, Boris pulled Laney with him, forcing her to lay on top of him. She complied with a grumbling moan at having to reposition herself and dug her fingernails into his side to let him know.

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