He closes the remaining distance between us to brush his knuckles over my jawline.As usual, his touch sends a wave of heat down my body, making my inner muscles tighten—an involuntary response that highlights just how sore I am.
“Because you don’t want to leave me, or because you don’t want them to get hurt?”he asks softly, his dark eyes boring into me.“You know I won’t let them take you either way, right?”
I draw in an uneven breath.“I do know that.”
This morning, at least.Yesterday, I wasn’t so sure.
“Sodoyou want to stay?”His eyes gleam, a dangerous light entering their depths.“Or are you waiting for another opportunity to slip away?”
I fight the urge to avert my eyes again.“Does it matter?If you’re going to keep me either way?”
He cups my jaw in his big palm.His voice softens, as does the black gaze holding me captive.“What do you think, Alinyonok?”
It does matter to him.I can see it on his face.Just like it mattered to me yesterday whether he still wanted me.This may have started off as an unhealthy obsession on his part, but it’s grown into something more for him… just as it has for me.
I can no longer deny it.Not to myself and not to him.
“I…” My heart thuds as I reach deep for my courage.“I do want to stay.”
That’s all I can tell him right now, but it’s enough.His eyes flare with dark heat, and even before his lips crash into mine and dishes on the table go flying, I know I’ve just sealed my fate.
If there was ever hope he would let me go, it’s gone now, burned to ash by the ferocious need that consumes us both.
Demolished by the fate that chained us together long ago.
Chapter19
Alexei
By the time I’ve cleaned up the wreckage in the kitchen, Alina is asleep on the couch in the living room, curled up under a throw in comfortable-looking sweats.Her open laptop sits on the floor next to her.
She must’ve started working on the game before exhaustion caught up with her.My Alinyonok is still far from regaining her full strength.
Quietly, I approach and stop next to her, self-loathing battling with primal satisfaction as I take in her kiss-swollen lips and the fresh whisker burns marring her porcelain skin alongside yesterday’s hickey.In repose, her beauty is angelic, so pure it hurts, and the signs of my defilement of her are as much of a perverse turn-on as they are a cause of regret.
She’s mine.All mine.
She admitted it.Told me she wants to stay.
And I, like the fucking animal I am, lost control and took her again.
Right there on the kitchen counter.
My only consolation is that I was gentle afterward.In the shower we took together to clean up, I was able to focus on her and only her, bringing her to another orgasm with my lips and tongue, washing her without giving in to the temptation to bury myself in her slick, tight flesh.
Though she didn’t complain about it this morning, I know she must be sore after yesterday.
And I fucking took her again today.
I drag in a breath and curl my hand into a fist to prevent myself from reaching for her.As much as I want to inspect every inch of her skin to make sure the hickey and the whisker burns are the worst of it, I don’t want to wake her.Above all, she needs to rest and heal, to let her body recover from the ordeal it’s endured.
She fought a brutal battle with cancer, and she won—and I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure she never has to fight another one.I will oversee her diet, hire the best personal trainers and yoga instructors, purge our environment of any and all toxins, and generally go batshit crazy to keep her healthy and well.
And, crucially, not pregnant.
I again didn’t wear a condom in the kitchen, so even though the timing is in our favor, I will call her doctors and ask if it’s safe for Alina to take a morning-after pill.And going forward, I will stash condoms in every drawer and wall nook, all over the shower and on the fucking ceiling, so I’ll hopefully remember to grab one the next time I lose my head around my wife.And if I keep forgetting, I’ll get a fucking vasectomy.
In fact, I might as well sign up for one now given how little self-control I have.