“Goddamn, baby,” I mutter, watching her taste me for the first time.
She brings her hand back down, smearing my cum over her skin, the sight of it triggering every overprotective, possessive gene I have and magnifying it by a thousand. Before I can think better of it, I tell her exactly what I’m thinking.
“You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.” I drag my thumb along her cheek and lean in closer to flick my tongue along her upper lip. “I married you to protect you, and I told myself that later I’d let you go if that’s what you wanted, but I can’t do that,zolotse. I want you all to myself. I’ve fallen completely in love with you.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, Vasya,” she whispers against my lips. “I love you, too. I was so afraid that you’d end up regretting marrying me, that you’d ask me to leave or just be content to have affairs.”
“I would never do that to you,” I say, cutting off her fears. “You’re the only woman I want, baby, and marrying you was the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I’m just sorry it wasn’t under better circumstances.”
“It was the best day of my life, Vasya. I’ll never forget the sight of you in that hallway.” She shakes her head softly, pushing aside the painful memories that will always be associated with our first time seeing each other. “The concern and kindness in your eyes was the best thing I’ve ever seen. The second I saw you, some part of me knew I was safe, like I’d just been waiting for you to come and find me.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the good guy coming in to save you,” I say, knowing she deserves so much better than me.
She reluctantly lets go of my cock and then slides her hands up my chest before gripping my bloody shirt. “Only a devil could’ve rescued me from that hell. You’re exactly who I need, Vasya. I don’t need or want a man who’s afraid to get his hands bloody. I can sleep at night because of you. I know that one by one you’re making damn sure those men will never get their hands on me again.”
“They never will,” I promise her. “I don’t care if I have to kill every single man in this goddamn city. No one but me will ever touch you,zolotse.”
She smiles and leans closer to kiss my chest. “Good,” she whispers against my skin.
Not wanting to lose contact yet, I say, “Take a shower with me, baby.”
I feel her body tense. Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her back up to me. “What are you afraid of?”
She clutches my shirt tighter and breaks eye contact when she says, “The first guy said some things about my body.”
I try like hell to not show how much I want to kill that fucker when I ask, “What did he say?”
“He said that he paid a million dollars to be with me and that he was disappointed because he thought for that price I should have bigger tits and smaller thighs.”
Her voice is so low I have to strain to hear it, and when I do catch her words, I force myself to take a calming breath before I speak.
“I swear to you I’m going to find and kill that motherfucker. Sweetheart, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Every single part of you drives me crazy, and you’re worth so much more than a million fucking dollars. He had no right to touch you. He shouldn’t have even been allowed to breathe the same goddamn air as you, and I’m going to make that very clear to him before I end his life.”
She nods and turns her dark eyes back to mine. “Watch me,zolotse, and see for yourself what you do to me.”
She looks down at my cock. Knowing how badly that bastard had hurt her had put the brakes on the erection I’d been working on, but when I see her pebbled nipples straining against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, my body quickly wakes back up. Her eyes widen when she sees me start to grow. Seeing my own arousal gives her the confidence to slowly pull her shirt off, revealing a black, lace bra that makes my head spin. Her rosy red nipples and areolas are clearly visible, and my mouth waters at the damn sight of them. My cock is already ramrod straight when she brings her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra.
“Fuck,” I breathe out when she lets it drop, and I see her bare breasts for the first time. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
My eyes run over her perky tits. Yeah, they’re on the small side, but who the fuck cares? There’s a fullness to them that I desperately want to feel in my hands, and I bet they’ll bounce so damn good when she’s riding my cock.
“You’re turn,” she says, giving me a small smile.
I laugh and pull my ruined dress shirt off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the floor. When she starts to get off the counter, I grab onto her, groaning when my hand brushes the side of one of her tits as I help her down. My cock pulses again, a bead of pre-cum already forming at my head. She notices and I can tell she’s fighting a smile.
“You see what you do to me?”
It takes her a second to pull her eyes from my dick, but when she manages it, she says, “I do, but I still can’t believe it’s because of me.”
“Believe it,zolotse, this is all for you andonlyfor you.”
She smiles at my words and her cheeks heat up in an adorable blush that I’ll never get tired of seeing. Unbuttoning her jeans, she takes a deep breath and then slowly slides them off, taking her panties with them. When she stands back up, I’m speechless. Her legs are shapely and perfect, the kind of thighs that I want to dig my fingers into while I hold her against the wall and slam into her, and her smooth pussy is threatening to make me lose control again. She’s swollen and ready for me, but I’m not taking her tonight, not like that anyway. I don’t want to overwhelm her and do too much at once. Letting me see her naked body is a huge step for her, and the last thing I want is for her to regret anything.
Her hands fidget while she waits for me to follow suit. I kick off my shoes and undress, letting her eye my naked body as much as she wants. I hadn’t realized how much blood had gotten on me, but in the harsh light of the bathroom I see the dried blood on my hands and arms, blending with my tattoos and giving me a sinister appearance that doesn’t seem to faze her in the slightest. She looks hungry, damn hungry, reminding me of the feral woman I’ve seen her transform into when she’s at the peak of her arousal.
“Vasya,” she whispers when I close the distance and grab her hand, leading her into the large, walk-in shower. Turning the water on, I pull her under the rain showerhead, running my fingers through her long, dark hair as the water soaks it and then trails down her body.
“Let me take care of you,zolotse,” I say, reaching for the body wash.
