Page 22 of Delicious Prey

“No.”

Her fingers are still on my skin, tracing the line of scar tissue as she thinks. “You’re a scary man, Kirill.”

“Not to you, zaika.”

She meets my eyes. “Now that you’re out of prison are you going to work for Ivan again?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m going to kill him. The fucker betrayed me. Before I went to prison, I killed the son of a powerful Italian mob boss, well, and his mistress. They were fucking at the time, and her death was unavoidable. Ivan ordered the hit, and it started a war, a war that Ivan couldn’t win with me in prison because the man is a giant pussy and can’t fight his own fights. He gave Enzo my name, told him I’d done it all on my own and that it wasn’t an ordered hit.”

I sigh and grab her hand, kissing the palm of it. “I have a lot of enemies, but they will never touch you.”

“Are you sure you should be confessing all this to me?”

“I love you. You’re going to be my wife and the mother of my children. I don’t want secrets between us.”

I’ve never seen anyone look as uncomfortable as Lydia looks right now. I bring my fingers to her furrowed brow and massage the tension away.

“Relax, little bunny. I’m not going to impregnate you in the next five minutes.” I don’t tell her that the very thought of it has me painfully hard. I cup the back of her head, pulling her back down to rest against me. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Pressing her hands against my chest, she looks around the room and yells for her dog. I hear little claws on my nice hardwood floors seconds before he comes barreling into the room. He does one hell of an impressive jump, managing to get his little body on the bed before running towards her. When she rests her head back on my chest, he makes himself comfy on my stomach, sprawling out and resting his head by hers.

“I’m guessing this is nonnegotiable,” I say, hoping she proves me wrong.

“It is,” she says, but then she kisses my shoulder, making it impossible for me to even get irritated by the dog who I know is going to be one hell of a little cock blocker. “Night, Kirill,” she murmurs against my skin.

“Night, baby.” I kiss her forehead and hold her as she falls asleep.

I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to close my eyes. I keep watching her long after her breathing slows down and I know she’s in a deep sleep. I can’t take my eyes off her. Eventually, she burrows in even closer and hikes a leg over mine while her arm curls around Peanut. I’m such a fucking goner. A lifetime of keeping people at arm’s length, of never forming attachments, and she instantly has me wrapped around her damn finger.

I have a lot of enemies, and she just became a very big weakness because if she’s ever taken from me, I won’t survive it. I will lose the last part of myself that’s human, and I’ll tear this whole fucking world down, leaving it drenched in blood.

Chapter 8

Lydia

When I wake, I reach for Peanut, but all I feel is a hard, male body. Still half asleep, my fingers run over the peaks and grooves of his warm flesh. A deep moan vibrates against the side of my face that’s still pressed to his chest. I hear the steady beat of his heart, and it’s the most comforting thing I’ve ever experienced. My whole body relaxes, and I feel safe. If anyone should make me feel ill at ease, it’s him, but as much as I’ve tried to fight it, to refuse to believe what my body is telling me, the truth is that he makes me feel safe. The worries in my head quiet when he’s around, the fears disappear, and the world no longer feels like it’s closing in around me. I can breathe when he’s near, and it’s fucking exhilarating.

Unable to resist, I press my mouth to the skin that’s so close to my lips and trace the lines of one of his many tattoos with my tongue. He lets out another groan as his cock grows beneath my thigh. I should back off, but I can’t seem to stop. The taste of him is on my tongue, and I want more. The warning bells ringing in my ears are a distant hum. I can’t hear anything except the sound of his heart and our raspy breaths.

“Zaika,” he growls, flipping me over so I’m on my back, pinned beneath his much larger body. His mouth is on my neck, kissing a heated trail down to my shoulder while his hard cock presses between my legs.

Grabbing both my wrists in one hand, he pins them above my head and rocks his hips, grinding against my aching pussy. I wrap my legs around him, trying to get him closer. He nips at my skin, biting the crook of my neck hard enough to make me let out a throaty gasp.

“Please,” I beg, not even completely sure what the hell I’m begging for. All I know is I need more.

He groans and starts to rock his hips, hitting me exactly where I need him. I gasp and struggle against his tight grip, wanting to touch him, needing to feel him under my hands.

“Please let me touch you,” I beg, moaning when he drags his tongue along my collarbone.

“You beg so sweetly,” he whispers against my skin, dipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of my throat. “Don’t stop, little bunny. Let me hear how badly you want it.”

He gives a soft laugh when I give a frustrated groan, but it quickly turns to a moan of pure pleasure when he circles his hips, hitting my clit in a way that ignites a fire within me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, rocking my hips up in a desperate attempt to grind against him. I struggle harder against his hand, but all it does is turn me on even more when he refuses to let me go. Being underneath him, powerless to move while my lungs fill with his scent and his mouth travels lower is fucking intoxicating.

Desperate for the orgasm that’s just out of reach, I buck up against him again, but all he does is settle more of his weight onto me, so I can’t move. His thick cock is a firm pressure against my pussy, and when he slowly thrusts his hips, the friction makes my eyes roll back in my head. The thin fabric of my tank top is the only thing between us, and when he hovers his mouth above my hard nipple, I let out another breathy plea for more.

His name is like a prayer on my lips when he wraps his mouth around my breast, soaking through the thin fabric, giving a hard enough suck for my toes to curl and pleasure to shoot through every part of me. Pinching my nipple between his teeth, he gives me a soft bite.

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