When that happened, it was going to be a moment she would never forget. She was going to beg me for more, just like in that room at The Royalist. She was going to beg, and I was going to give it to her, gladly.
I wanted her passion and everything else that came with her. The fire and the burning.
I wanted her to look at me as if I were her world, the only one that mattered. My selfish needs were going to corrupt her, but I didn’t mind at all. I had a feeling she wasn’t going to mind either.
“Lyov.”
My name snapped me out of my reverie, and I glanced down at Maria to see her staring at me. “What is it, Angel?” I tucked her hair behind her ear. This way her whole face was visible to me.
“Are you not sleepy?” she asked softly, her hand going to my chest. She didn’t seem to mind that I was naked except for my boxers.
Instead, Maria chose to touch me, voluntarily. She glided her fingers up my chest until they rested against my neck.
A small smile appeared on her lips, like she enjoyed touching me. I knew I damn well loved it.
Her fingers moved over my cheek, palming my face gently. “Are you okay, Mas—Lyov?”
Her sweet question was my undoing. Here she was, trapped by me, yet she was asking if I were okay.
“I am okay, Angel—just thinking. You should be sleeping,” I whispered back. Our foreheads touched, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
She moved closer, her legs pressed against mine. Without thinking, I grabbed her thigh and hiked her leg over my hips, molding her body against mine. Maria let out a small gasp in surprise and licked her lips nervously.
Her eyes moved down, but our bodies were covered with the bedsheet. I knew she could feel my hard bulge between her legs, and I could feel how fucking warm she was.
My fingers bit into her hips, resisting the sudden urge to thrust against her heat. She swallowed nervously before burrowing her head into my chest…but not before I could see her cheeks reddening with a beautiful blush.
I smiled at her innocence, craving more of it. Slow, Lyov. Take it slow. Woo the fuck out of her. Make love to her. And then you can fuck her.
“Good night, Master.”
“Maria,” I growled dangerously.
Her arm went around my waist, holding me tightly. I didn’t know if it was in fright or if she was trying to hide into me, her way of escaping my wrath.
“I am sorry, Lyov,” she whispered.
I took a deep breath, trying to control myself before I completely fucking lost it. “I will not repeat myself again, little Angel. This is your last warning. Never call me Master again. It’s Lyov to you. Always.”
What she didn’t realize was that her soft whisper—when she called me Master, the beast inside of me loved it and wanted to claim her right there. I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat and fuck her tight pussy until she was screaming her orgasm.
My cock jerked at the thought, and I hissed. She froze in my arms, and I wanted to smack my head into a wall.
I had to rein myself in or I was going to lose her before I even had to chance to have her.
I took in a deep breath while my palm caressed her back in a soothing manner. After a few seconds, she finally relaxed, only to wiggle in my arms, trying to get herself comfortable.
My cock rubbed between her legs, and I internally swore.
“Stop moving,” I snapped loudly.
She flinched, and I swore again.
Ah, for fuck’s sake.
“Go to sleep, Maria. We have a long day tomorrow,” I finally breathed out.
My little Angel nodded silently before closing her eyes. “Good night.”
“Good night, Angel.”
I stayed still, just breathing. I was scared to move, scared that I was going to come right there like a horny teenager losing his virginity.
Maria was long asleep by the time I finally relaxed and talked Junior Lyov down. It was the hardest fucking thing I had ever done in my life.
When my eyes started drooping and sleep was beginning to claim me, I placed another kiss on Maria’s forehead. There was this primal need inside of me, just to touch her and hold her. Just to feel the softness of her skin against mine.
My last thought before darkness took over was how badly I wanted to see my little Angel smile again. Not just a small smile on her lips. I wanted to see her smiling from her beautiful blue eyes.
I wanted to watch her soul smile.
Never had I thought about love or soulmates. A day ago, I didn’t fucking care about it. I didn’t even know what love meant, and I sure as hell didn’t want it.