“Do you promise, Konstantin?” I need to know that no matter what he’s there for the family we make. I’d hate for him to do what my father had planned for me. Goodness knows what he had planned for my brother. He would have probably had my brother sell drugs or something to make more money.
“I’d give my life for you. All of you.” He rubs my belly as if there’s a little one growing inside me, but we only had sex once. “So what do you want to do today?”
I blush, biting my bottom lip. “Let me guess. You want to come for me, little one. Is that so?” His hand hasn’t left my mound, so he flexes his fingers inside me until I’m moaning around his mouth.
I nod, unable to think straight when his hands are on me.
“Tell me what you want and where. Do you want my tongue between your thighs, my fingers strumming you like a well-played guitar, or would you like my big cock plunging into your depths until I fill you with every drop of cum I have left after you sucked me dry? I have to tell you how hard it was to not drill your brains out when you were gagging on my cock. There’s nothing prettier than you moaning around my shaft. Fuck, my dick’s weeping just thinking about that tiny mouth being stretched by my fat meat.”
“Can I have both?”
“Fuck, yes. I want you to ride my cock like the dirtiest little slut and hold your head up high like the wife you’re meant to be, ruling by my side. Do you understand me? You’re my one and only, my everything, Daniella.”
I breathe in his declaration, wanting to believe it and to be his. It’s what I wanted even when I shouldn’t have. I’m infatuated with him; lust and desire pull me to this man. The only thing that held me back was my belief in my father’s love for me, but that’s gone.
“Take me, Konstantin. Show me what it means to belong to you in every way.”
“Hold on.” He grabs my hand and slides a ring onto my finger. “This is the only thing I want you to wear tonight.”
He lifts me to the center of the bed and takes his time making love to me. My heart races and my feelings only grow more and more messed up in my head and heart. I don’t know if it’s wise to fall for my future husband or put up a wall. Maybe I should just enjoy the amazing sex. I doubt it. I’m halfway in love with the man already.
Chapter Seven
Konstantin
We lay in bed after spending the rest of the day fucking wildly. I’ve never felt so alive, and that shit scares the hell out of me. I look down at the woman who owns me, and I realize that she wasn’t the only one who surrendered to this future I’ve demanded between us. I’d given up every belief I had from the second I held her image in my hand. The moment I touched her face, I knew I’d destroy everything in my path to get to her. She’s mine, and knowing that doesn’t make me weaker. If anything, I feel insanely more dangerous.
“Konstantin,” Daniella says, running her hand over my chest.
“Yes?” I ask as I rest my head against the headboard.
“Where’s my brother?” That’s the one thing I wouldn’t let her have, but the staff informed her that he was being taken to another place to stay for a bit.
“He’s safe. I promise. He’s with Grigor, and he’s being well looked after,” I say, brushing away a lock of hair that has fallen over her face.
“Good. He’s just a young boy.” I kiss her temple, knowing what life would be like for a boy his age because I’d been Tomas.
“I know. I’d been in that shitty position at fifteen, making a different choice.” He can have a good life as long as my bride wishes it. I see the look in her eyes; it’s filled with unanswered questions about my past, my upbringing, but I don’t want to ruin our peace with the way I had to grow and become the man I am today.
I reach across the bed and to the nightstand to grab my cell phone. Checking the time, I send a message to my chef and learn about dinner arrangements for this evening. I hadn’t had anything planned for us, but Fyodor will always have something ready to go.
After a quick exchange of messages to Grigor, I finally give my attention back to Daniella who is doing her best to not be curious about why I’m suddenly on my phone. “Do you wish to dine with him tonight?” I ask, running my hand down her soft cheek.