Finally, she turned her attention back to Natasha, and I followed her gaze. Georgi’s smirk never faded. “If he gives you any trouble, Mami, you tell me. I don’t mind keeping him in line.”
I felt every muscle in my body tighten.Mine.My chest tightened, my fists curled. Everyone in the room could sense the heat radiating off me, but I didn’t speak. Not yet. Cori had better stayed in his place.
I calculated. Cori wasn’t oblivious, but he wasn’t dangerous—not to Natasha. Georgi was a wild card, yes, but loyal. Too loyal to me. Too loyal toNatasha.
I stayed where I was, silent, watching, ensuring everyone knew—if anyone stepped out of line, they’d regret it. And I made a mental note. Georgi’s little smirk, her lean into Cori—it’d be fun to see how long she could keep it up before someone learned exactly why she was untouchable.
But first, Natasha. Always Natasha.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Cori, let’s go.” Cori’s fiancée said. I couldn’t remember her name. Taffy, Candy, Coffee... something food related.
“Yeah, Cori.” Georgi smiled. “Be a good boy…”
Cori and his woman walked toward the exit, but Cori kept looking back at Georgi. I didn’t miss how he sized her up. I leaned against the wall in the living room, watching the exchange with a slow, dark smile.
“Daddy, I’m going to leave to go handle some things. Have a good night.” Georgi smiled at me.
Before I could speak, Natasha stepped closer to Georgi, eyes sharp, voice low and deliberate. “That’s disrespectful,” she said. “You willnotcall him Daddy. He’s not yours to name. He’s mine.”
My chest tightened, and I couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my lips.Mine.The word rolled off her tongue like a weapon I’d never tire of. Territorial, calm, firm. Respectful in the way that mattered most.
Georgi blinked, smirk twitching, clearly used to this nickname. “Mami, you wound me. It’s just a nickname.”
Natasha didn’t flinch. “Very serious,” she said, and I felt it—the energy between them, the clarity, the boundaries. She was making it clear: I was hers.
And I loved it.
I loved the way she owned me with her words, how she didn’t hesitate, how she drew the line without raising her voice. The way her eyes flicked to me when she said it, soft but unyielding. It made my pulse tighten, made my blood hum in that dark, possessive way only she could trigger.
Georgi saluted understanding. “Yes, Ma’am. Noted. Consider the problem solved.”
I let out a low, approving hum. Watching her handle it—my woman, standing tall, calling me hers—sent a thrill through me. That fire in her, that balance of respect and dominance, made me want her all over again. And everyone could see it.
Mine.And only mine.
“Boss, I’ll talk to you later.” Georgi nodded to me. “Same for you, future wifey.” She winked at Natasha, showing her that there was no harm from their conversation.
Natasha turned toward me, and I could tell that she was trying to read my expression.
I smiled and nodded at her. “Well done princess. Anything else you wanna say?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ve said what I needed to.”
“Good.” I walked over to her and gripped a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slowly. “How are you feeling?” I asked while nibbling over her neck.
Natasha swallowed. “I’m okay. Why?”
“Because I thought I should know how you feel before I bend you over the couch and fuck you.”
Natasha closed her eyes, melting into me.
“Strip, princess.”
“What if somebody sees?” she asked.
Her question was soft, breathy, unsure and only made me harder.What if somebody sees?My woman. My princess. My problem to handle.
