CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leeza felt warm and comfortable, so much so that she wanted to snuggle deeper into the blankets and sink back into the sweet embrace of sleep. Unfortunately, something was tickling her and that tickle was sending waves of heat through her.
With a gasp, she came fully awake and tried scrambling up the bed, away from the sweet torture happening beneath the blankets. She was trapped though. “What are you doing?” She snatched the blanket away and stared dazedly down at Havel who was sprawled out between her legs, his chin glistening from her wetness, his arms wrapped around her thighs, immobilizing her.
Her underwear was missing and she was bare to his gaze, his fingers… his tongue.
How had he gotten her underwear off without waking her?
Panic overtook her and she tried to pry his fingers from her thighs. It was impossible, of course, but the harder she tried, the more panicked she felt. “Kokot! Hajzl! Stop! Stop!” she shouted, cursing him out in their birth language.
He moved quickly up her body, covering her mouth with his hand. “Stop it, you’ll wake Kris.”
She bucked against him, attempting to dislodge him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He weighed too much and though she was motivated, he wasn’t budging.
"I can't breathe," she mumbled in panic. Her head swam and her heart hammered. She was going to pass out.
“If I move my hand, will you be quiet?”
Leeza tried her hardest to focus on his words. He was right. Kris didn’t need to see his mother in such distress, nor did he need to walk in on such a sexually charged scene.
Havel moved his hand after she nodded.
She sucked air into her lungs “Get off me!” she hissed.
“We’re working out whatever this is, lásko, whether you choose to participate or not.”
“Don’t you fucking touch me, or I’ll – “
He pressed her into the mattress, his hands brutally curling around her arms. “You’ll do nothing because I’m in control now.”
“Don’t do this!” she pleaded “Please, Havel.”
“It’s time to move past your ex, and I’m going to help you.”
“This isn’t the way.” She despised begging, but she couldn’t give him what he wanted. It was too much. She was too broken. “I get that you want to have sex, but not like this. You can… you can find someone else.” The words burned like hot ashes in her mouth. She didn’t want him fucking another woman, but she couldn’t give him what he wanted, so it was the only option. “I’ll agree to marry you if you find someone else for this.”
He jerked up, releasing her arms and shoving a hand over his head. "Is that what you really want?"
No, of course not, her heart cried out, but the alternative was impossible. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want, just not this.” She cringed as she spoke.
“Why?” he demanded.
“I… I just can’t.” She couldn’t explain it to herself, let alone find the words to make him understand. It made no sense. When she was with Adam, she’d turned herself off, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her body while her mind drifted into oblivion. But with Havel it was different. With him she wouldn’t be able to drift away; he would consume her and she’d never be the same.
“You can and you will,” Havel said, his voice hardening. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I’m not letting it continue. We’re going to be a normal, healthy couple in every way that counts.”
“Normal,” she snapped bitterly. “A mafia princess and her ex-bodyguard? A socialite and a mercenary? How is any of this normal?”
“You need to stop labelling things.” Havel reached down the side of the bed and produced a pair of handcuffs and a scarf.
“What are you doing?” Panic slammed into her again as he snapped the cuff over one wrist and dragged her arm toward the headboard. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!”
After he secured her wrists over her head, he used the scarf to gag her. She screamed muffled obscenities at him, but he simply watched her while straddling her thighs.
“You told me earlier that you trusted me.” His voice was calm and measured.
“Mffffmmmm mmmuuuhhhh mmmfff!”