“You’re sexy.”
He huffs, and I step closer, watching as his pupils dilate at my mere presence.
“Hold out your hand.”
He does as I ask, and I gingerly set the ring in his palm. He stares at it, and his nostrils flare. Fuck, I’m nervous. I mean, I am usually an anxious person, but this…the way he’s staring at it. At what it all symbolizes.
“What is this?”
“A symbol of my obsession.Ourobsession.” I amend.
“Obsession?”
“Yes.”
He grabs my throat roughly, pulling me forward, our breath mingling as our lips nearly touch.
“How obsessed are you?”
“I’d murder for you.”
“And I for you,” Georgiy says.
“Really?”
“Yes. Now put it on, Bane of my existence, and claim what’s yours.”
My hand shakes slightly as I do, pushing the ring onto his finger and admiring how the color of the bone contrasts nicely with his skin.
“Perfect,” I murmur, and Georgiy’s eyes positively sparkle.
“Da, and so are you, umnyashka.”
He stares at me like he wants to kiss me, and my heart and stomach go aflutter, but he doesn’t. Of course he won’t. He barely touches. A kiss would make him explode.
But he does guide me into the bathroom where he runs me a bath, washing me slowly and tenderly until the memory is no longer a painful sting, but more of a muted throb.
Ara. I have a name.
One that was given to me.
It’s more than I’ve ever had before.
As his fingers dig into my hair, rubbing my scalp, the scent of rosemary almost overwhelming, he speaks, “How are you feeling, umnyashka?”
“Better. I need to tell Anthony. It might help them in their search for you know who. Because, for some reason, Samvel and Emma helped me remember this. Maybe we’re connected.”
“Perhaps.”
I turn in the tub, water sloshing out onto the floor. Georgiy sighs, but says nothing.
“Let me rinse your hair, and then we can get you clothed. From there, you’ll eat and then you’ll speak to Anthony.”
That bossy voice, the way he’s demanding things of me makes my dick hard. I really haven’t come enough in the past twenty-four hours. He likes to edge me, and I don’t know if my balls were made for such a thing.
“You talking to me like that is making me horny.”
“You’re always horny,” Georgiy grumbles as he grabs a cup from the side of the tub and fills it with fresh water. It washes through my hair and down my face, bubbles getting into my mouth.
