She was silent for a second, and I thought the conversation was over. Finally! Bringing my head down, I went to kiss her. I was craving my wife’s lips—I needed her kisses.
“But what if…”
For fuck’s sake!
She ignored me even when I let out a loud breath, mixed with an annoyed growl. “What if I chose to go back on the street unsafe?”
I laughed because little did she know… “I would have dragged you back and tied you to my bed, Angel."
With our lips inches apart, almost touching, I stared into her green eyes. She stared back, her gaze never wavering.
Blue to green.
“It didn’t matter what your choice was, I was keeping you.”
My words were whispered, only for her ears. She shivered, her fingers now a tight hold on the collar of my suit.
“You just thought you had a choice…you didn’t.”
Ayla shook her head. “Are you saying it was love at first sight?” There was no mistaking the smile in her voice.
“Maybe.”
I didn’t know if it was love at first sight for us, but all I knew was that…the first time I had laid eyes on my Angel, she had me enraptured. I did fuck up multiple times before I finally took my head out of my ass and accepted my feeling for her. But I knew for a fact, the first time I saw Ayla, those green eyes of hers had charmed their way into my heart.
Ayla smiled fully now, her whole face lightening up in the process. She opened her mouth to speak again, but I gave her no chance.
Hell no. I need my kiss. Right fucking now.
I tilted her head up and crashed my lips to her, kissing her into silence. So deeply that she moaned into my kiss, her hands going around my neck.
Ayla dragged a leg over my hip, rubbing against me. I lost the battle. With my cock hardening in my pants, I pulled at her hair, angling her head to deepen our kiss.
When she pulled away, breathless, my lips never left her skin. Small kisses down her jaw and her neck, nipping gently at her soft skin.
“I want you,” I muttered roughly against her neck.
Ayla brushed my hair back from my forehead before pulling me back to her lips. “You are always trying to get me in bed.”
I kissed her lips again, taking her roughly before pulling away. Only to push Ayla on her back.
Her eyes held a needy lust as her legs spread open for me. I dragged her dress up and settled between her spread thighs, my face right over her soaking pussy.
“And this is exactly where you should always be. In bed. With me between your legs, my mouth on your pretty pussy,” I said, my lips kissing her inner thighs, coming closer to where I knew she wanted me.
Ayla bucked against me, her fingers pulling at my hair, dragging me closer. I looked up to find her heated eyes already on me. She waited, her chest heaving with each anticipated breath.
“I’ll have my breakfast now, Kitten.”
Chapter 16
Viktor
I stood in front of the partially closed door. I shouldn’t have been here—actually, I should have been far away from here.
But I couldn’t help myself.
After catching a glimpse of Valerie walking down the hall, I followed and ended up here. Right outside her bedroom.
I was coming up the stairs and had paused at the sight of her standing in the middle of the corridor that led to her side of the house. She just stood there, staring into the distance as if wanting to take a step forward, but some invisible force was stopping her.
I saw her debating with herself, her fists clenching at her sides. Her heart wanting one thing but her mind stopping her.
It was that moment I knew she was never allowed outside of her bedroom. This must have been her first time. Did Igor let her out? Or maybe he wasn’t present right now?
This was forbidden yet there she was—breaking the rules.
I was left wondering why, intrigued by the idea of her being forbidden and doing forbidden things. A feisty character buried deep inside the silent girl.
Then her eyes landed on mine. All thoughts went silent in my head. I could only stare at her, our gaze meeting and never wavering.
She paused, her lips parting, her eyes widening at the sight of me. Her hand went to her stomach, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress.
Valerie took a step back; I took one forward.
She bit on her lips nervously before taking another step back. I took another forward, stalking her.
I was the hunter; she was the prey. And I couldn’t wait to catch her.
And just like prey, she turned away and escaped, running away from me. That only made me want to catch her more. A wolf always enjoyed a good hunt.