Page 63 of Dark Bratva Christmas
He’s covered in cuts and bruises from the explosion earlier, and as we make it through the house to the bedroom, my only solace is that no harm befell the staff. They’re all out of sight, but they’re not out of mind.
Matysh almost lost everything because of me.
“Let’s get you out of this,” Matysh says as soon as the bedroom door is closed. “And maybe into a nice warm bath.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “You know… I thought our first Christmas together would be a lot different.”
Matysh nods, then pauses, before digging into the pocket of his leather jacket.
He pulls out a small red gift bag in hand. The thing has stains I don’t want to think about, looking like it went through war itself.
I eye him. “What's this?”
“Merry Christmas,” Matysh whispers, handing me the bag.
Maybe it’s just the long night that we’ve had, but I choke up at the gesture, and I feel the tears in my eyes before I even open it.
He watches me as I push the tissue paper aside and pull out a small velvet box, flipping open the top to see a beautiful locket inside.
“I figure you could put a picture of Mikhail in there,” Matysh murmurs.
I stare down at the locket. All I can think about is the fact that my own father killed him.
How different would things have been if none of that happened? A week ago, if given the choice, I’d have gone back to before my and Mikhail’s wedding in an instant. But now, I look at Matysh, and I know I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
Ilovehim. Iwanthim. I want to be right here as his wife.
“It's beautiful,” I finally choke out. He reaches for the necklace and helps me put it on, his fingers delicately tracing the skin of my neck.
“It suits you,” he breathes out. “But honestly, I think everything fucking suits you. I haven’t found a thing I don’t think you’d look incredible in.”
“Maybe that explosion did you some good,” I laugh. Though after everything, laughing feels wrong.
He chuckles, and then tips my chin up to his. “Catarina, when I say that you're mine, I want you to know that I don't think you're just some trophy for me to tote around.” Matysh gazes into my eyes, his irises searching mine. “You're so much more to me than that. You’re mine to protect, to hold, to love. I would go to the ends of the Earth to protect you if need be. I will never let anything bad happen to you again. I swear it.”
“I know.” My voice nearly breaks. I reach for his face with my free hand, brushing my thumb against his cheekbone. “I love you, Matysh.”
He smiles at me, grabbing my hand from his face and bringing my fingers to his lips. He kisses them gently before leaning in and kissing me on the mouth. His lips part mine, and I open to invite his tongue inside.
My arms wrap around his neck, and I pull him as close to me as possible. After the fear of possibly losing him, I never want to let him go again. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can.
“You’re mine,ogonyok(Little Flame),” he whispers, his hands trailing down my body. “To love you will be the death of me, but it’s worth it.”
His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls me onto his lap, as we move backward to the bed. His cock throbs against me, and even after this shitty, blood-filled night, I still can’t get enough of him. And doing this just feels right.
“I never want to lose sight of you again,” Matysh murmurs, taking my shirt off. His gaze rakes over me before unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. “I want to chain you to my bed and never let you go.”
“Me, too,” I whimper, just as his mouth connects with my breast, his teeth tugging at my nipple. My pussy clenches at the contact, at the slight burst of pain that precedes the pleasure. “Matysh.” His name falls from my lips naturally, as if it was always meant to be the one there.
“I’ll always protect you.” He kisses my chest, growing more passionate with every single one. His hands rake over the tops of my thighs, and they clench beneath the warmth of his touch.
“I need you,” I say, leaning in and kissing along his jaw. He groans out as I slide off his lap and fall back to the bed, tugging off my jeans and underwear. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.” I meet his gaze as I kick the rest of my clothes off onto the floor.
“You’re being a good girl,” he growls, standing up and tearing off his shirt. Though beat up from the explosion, he’s still the epitome of a fucking Greek god.
And I want him so bad.
I extend my hands to each of the bedposts. “Do it.”
