Made in Vengeance

“I’m okay,” I said again.

“You’re okay,” he echoed. Then he seemed to have come alive in my arms. He held me close to his body, and I reveled in the feel of his solid form above me. “You’re okay. Fuck.”

He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me a little.

“You are going to be okay. Do you understand me, kotyonok?”

I could only nod.

He shook me a little harder. “No, you’re not getting this. I won’t allow you to be anything but okay, so you’d better fucking take care of yourself, because if this shit ever happens again, I’m handcuffing you to me, and I won’t ever let you out of my fucking sight. Do you fucking understand?”

I wondered if he thought his words were supposed to scare me. I was anything but scared.

“I understand,” I said, emotions clogging my throat.

“What you saw in the basement—”

I cupped his cheeks with both hands. “Was a different man from the one who’s with me right now. In this bed.”

He let out a small exhale. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He leaned down and kissed me once more. I let Mikhail control the kiss however he needed to, let him take me, use me however he needed, as long as the man who came back to me was the same man I had fallen in love with.

I couldn’t handle it if he decided to keep his distance once more.

My hands roamed over his muscular back. I wanted him so badly. I was aching with it.

Both Damien and Nikolay had treated me with kid gloves since I woke up, and I thought I would lose it if it were the same with Mikhail.

I wrapped my legs around him at the thought, moving my hands to the waistband of his jeans. He rocked his hips forcefully against me, the feel of his jeans pressed against my bare sex …

I shuddered against him.

“Get naked,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to feel his jeans. I wanted to feel him.

All of him.

I tried to push the jeans off him. He pulled away slightly, and I whimpered.

“Shh, easy, it’s okay. I’m just helping you take this off.”

I nodded, watching him unbutton his jeans and shoving them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick cock sprang out between us.

I let out a stuttering breath and grasped him in my hand.

He groaned and that gave me more confidence. I gripped him tighter and moved up and down his length, loving the soft feel surrounding his hardness.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running the pad of my thumb over his tip. Precum made its way out, and my mouth watered at the sight. I remembered taking Damien in my mouth. How good it felt, how empowering to know how badly it affected him, and looking at Mikhail, I knew he was the same way.

He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but I affected him.

“Yes, baby girl. It’s … fuck, it’s more than okay.”

I smiled a little, fisting him and moving harder up and down his length. He was so big, so thick. My fingers barely met around him.

“I want to taste you,” I uttered against his warm skin. “I want to see you lose control under my touch.”

He sucked in a sharp breath and let me push him until he was lying in bed on his back. Mikhail watched me as I crawled up his big body, my hands moving over every inch of his body, any and every inch of his skin I could touch.