Page 68 of Delicious Prey

“It’ll be easier like this anyway,” she says, sliding my arms through the T-shirt before careful pulling it up and, when I bend down, over my head. “If I ask for a wheelchair, will you sit in it?”

I lean down and kiss her. “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” I give her ass a soft smack, laughing at the way she blushes and darts her eyes to the doctor. Figuring I’ll make it worse for her, I stand back up and ask him, “So when is sex okay?”

“Oh my god,” Lydia whispers.

I give her a wink and clasp her hand in mine while I wait for the doctor to answer.

“The most important thing is to listen to your body,” he says. “If you feel pain, you shouldn’t do it. You’ll want to take it easy and stick with positions that are comfortable. Don’t go crazy and pick her up, that kind of thing.”

She’s blushing like a cute tomato by the time he says, “Oral sex is probably the best thing to start with and then go from there if it doesn’t cause you pain.”

I look down at Lydia and give her a wink. “Sounds good, Doc, thanks.”

“Don’t be freaked out if you have trouble sustaining an erection. It’s a very common side effect of pain medications.”

“Why do you think I’ve stopped using the damn morphine?”

He laughs and steps closer so he can shake my hand. “I’ve enjoyed having you here, but I hope to never see you again.”

“Same here, Doc. Thanks for saving my life.”

“My pleasure.” He shakes Lydia’s hand too and says, “A nurse will stop by in a few days to remove his stitches and check to make sure it’s healing like it should. You need to make sure you’re getting plenty of rest, too.”

She nods and promises she will. We thank him again, and once he’s gone, I lean down and kiss her before we start packing up the room. I’ve just finished transferring the money to cover the very hefty bill, proving that you can in fact put a price tag on a person’s life, when Vadim comes in to help with the bags.

I’m more than ready to get the hell out of here. As we’re making our way downstairs, one of the nurses comes out and gives Lydia a hug goodbye. The woman’s been in to check on me many times, but I don’t pay attention to other women, so I can’t even remember her name. She’s obviously grown close to Lydia, though. They share another smile before we step outside and walk to Vadim’s car. I sit in the back with Lydia and Peanut, and as soon as we’re parked in front of our house, I get out and whistle for my dogs. They come running towards me, barking excitedly and wagging their tails. I laugh and kneel down, petting them and scratching behind their ears. I praise the hell out of them in Russian, knowing full well that night in the warehouse would’ve ended very differently without them. Vadim told me that everyone’s been talking about how the Faretti family fucked up and messed with the wrong hitman. Rumor has it I’m completely unhinged and never travel anywhere without my pack of killer dogs. I’m more than okay with that.

While I was unconscious, Vadim also learned that Jay had been hired by Enzo’s men and that they’d put a small tracker in his arm. He wasn’t lying when he’d told me he’d gotten greedy. He was working for both Enzo and Ivan and planning on pocketing all the money. When Enzo and his men realized Jay had failed, they’d come up with a new plan. They were already watching the property, and that night when I let Lydia go, I gave them a perfect opportunity they weren’t about to pass up. It’s a choice that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I know she says that I did the right thing, but I’ll never get the image of her hanging bound and naked from my mind. It’ll haunt me till the day I die. Since she came into my life, my focus has solely been on keeping her safe, and I failed her that night.

After I send the dogs back to work, we say goodbye to Vadim and head inside with Peanut, who quickly runs off after he gets his dog treat. When Lydia immediately starts leading me upstairs, I don’t resist. It’s only when she leads me to the bed and tries to get me to lay down that I start to offer resistance.

“You need to rest,” she says, and I smile at her bossy tone.

“What I need is you sitting on my face.”

She has the nerve to laugh.

“Doctor’s orders, baby. You heard him.”

“I don’t think this is exactly what he meant.”

“Oh, I do.” I lay back on the mattress and motion for her to come closer. “You’d better be naked and straddling my face in less than a minute, zaika, or I’m coming after you.”

When she hesitates, I lift my wrist and set a timer for one minute on my watch.

“My god, you’re stubborn,” she says, but she’s already unbuttoning her pants like a good girl.

When she’s naked from the waist down, I say, “Shirt too. I want to see everything that belongs to me.”

With a huff, she pulls her shirt off and unclasps her bra. Her stitches were removed, but the cut is still red and angry looking. Every time I see it, guilt rips through me, but the sight of it does nothing to detract from her beauty. She’ll always be gorgeous to me, no matter what.

When she climbs onto the bed, she surprises me by turning around before straddling my face. I let out an appreciative groan when I see her ass hovering right above me. I run my hands over her plump cheeks, giving them a good hard squeeze. She braces her hands on either side of my waist and then uses one hand to unzip my pants.

“What are you doing?”

I hear the amusement in her voice when she says, “Following doctor’s orders.”

Smiling, I give her ass a hard enough smack to make her yelp. “It’s my orders you need to follow, baby. Now take me out.”

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