Page 15 of His Disobedient Bride

“If anything happens,” I said, “If she’s ever in any danger, try to get her back to the Pakhan. He’s not a cruel man, and I think he would protect her. At least until we can figure something else out.”

“We?” said Dmitri irritably, his dark brows drawing together.

“OK, me,” I amended. “Let’s go outside and I can practice with the gun again. I’d like to be able to actually hit someone next time.”

“Next time?” asked Dmitri. “When Andrei gets here, you’ll be lucky if he even lets you go to the beach without an armed guard.”

12

ANDREI

It’s getting dark as I walk up to the safe house. It was a cold ride, but I can’t feel anything but a driving heat. Yaroslav and Gleb are sitting around on chairs in the driveway, smoking and playing cards. But I’m not accepting any shortcuts in security anymore, and definitely not where Cerise is concerned.

“Get up!” I snap at them, and they both stumble out of their chairs to attention.

I hear voices outside, and I open the gate and walk into the backyard.

I see her immediately, standing in jeans and a light T- shirt and holding a handgun. Dmitri is with her. Luckily for his own skin he’s not touching her, but he’s instructing her from a distance on how to shoot the gun.

As I watch, she aims carefully and shoots at a can, missing the first time, then hitting it the next five times.

She puts the gun carefully down, and runs her hand over her forehead, shaking her long dark hair over her shoulders.

My skin feels like it’s being flayed from my body as I walk toward her. Dmitri sees me first.

“Andrei,” he says.

Then Cerise turns around and she doesn’t look surprised at all. Because she fucking goddamn knows me. She knows I won’t stop until I find her, no matter where she is or how far apart we are.

Her pink lips curve up into a smile and I’m undone. I don’t even say anything. I just reach out for her and throw her over my shoulder, ignoring Dmitri and heading back to the house.

Her tits are jostling up and down on my shoulder and I can feel her curves squashed on me.

As soon as we enter the house I can’t wait anymore, and I pull her down so she’s right in front of me and I kiss her as she wraps her legs around my waist.

Shit, she feels so good that I’m already struggling to hold myself back and restrain myself in the violence of my lust.

The feeling of her tongue on mine scours through every nerve cell in my body, making even the ones in my arms feel on fire.

I bury my hands in her thick hair as I kiss her, pulling her hair, but only a little bit. Just to remind myself what it feels like to have her in my arms.

“You’re so cold,” she moans against my mouth, her hands on my neck and sliding under the collar of my shirt.

“No, I’m not,” I reply.

I can feel her fingers tentatively running across where my shoulder is bandaged.

“What happened?” she asks, her voice sharp with anxiety.

“I’ll tell you in a minute,” I say.

I pick a room at random and burst through the doors. She wraps her arms closer around my neck, her legs tightening around my waist.

The noises she makes are driving me mad with desire, and I can’t even make it to the bed.

I set her on top of a dresser and rip up her T-shirt, groaning as I see her heavy, full breasts.

I palm one and stroke her nipple, then draw it in my mouth. She moans and rocks her hips against the dresser, the friction rubbing against where my cock is painfully hard and throbbing.

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