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DEMITRI

“You’re angry?” Ariana asks. “Why? I left you to keep you safe. You should be thanking me!”

Placing both my hands on her crimson ass, I massage her skin before moving up her back until my fingers wrap around her neck. I lean down to her ear. “I told you this body belonged to me, and you fucking starved yourself.”

Turning her head, she scowls at me. “Forgive me for not thinking of food while I was freaking dying of a broken heart.”

I move back again and slap her pussy, and then she fucking moans.

I grab hold of her hips and turn her onto her back, and placing my hands on either side of her head, I glare down at her. “Because you tried to run from me.”

“Because I wanted to keep you safe,” Ariana bites out.

I lean a little down until we’re face to face. “Let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m the protector.”

Annoyed, she rolls her eyes at me. “Sorry for caring whether you live or die.”

Grabbing hold of her jaw, I lean even closer. “Oh,

Malyshka, you can care, but don’t fucking try to do my job.”

The anger drains from her face, and a hurt look takes its place. “So I’m just supposed to sit and worry?”

“No.” I stare deep into her eyes. “You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I do,” she whispers.

“Do you? Really?” I take a deep breath, and it’s filled with her natural scent.

Her eyes begin to shimmer. “I do trust you.”

I frame her face with my hands. “How do you feel about me?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Emotion floods her features, and then she finally fucking admits, “I love you.”

I close the distance between us and press a soft kiss to her lips, then ask, “Why was it so hard to say?”

“Because I knew once I told you how I felt you’d never let me go.”

I shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Malyshka.

The day I told you you’re mine, I meant it. There’s nowhere on this planet you can run to where I won’t find you.”

“Promise?” she whispers. “Promise you’ll never let me go?”

“I swear it to you.” I press a hand to the scar on my chest. “I’d take a million bullets for you. Don’t let one get between us.”

“Two. You were shot twice,” Ariana mutters as if I didn’t fucking know that.

“The other bullet belongs to Alexei.”

Her eyes fill with the love she feels for me, and she yanks against the belt, keeping her tied to the bed. “God, untie me so I can hug you.”

I let out a chuckle and shake my head. “I’m not done punishing you.”

Her eyes widen. “You already spanked the shit out of me!”

“That, Malyshka, was me only getting started.”

I crush my mouth to hers, and the instant my tongue dives into her mouth, a moan rumbles from my chest.

I get to taste her again. My addiction.

My life.

I fucking devour her mouth, claiming her all over again. I brand her lips with my teeth until they’re swollen, and only then do I break the kiss and move down to her neck. I find her pulse and suck hard on her soft skin until I’ve marked her.

Mine.

I move down to her breasts, taking my time with each one until she’s breathless, only able to moan.

Mine.

I lick my way down to her pussy and then blow a breath out over her clit. Ariana’s ass lifts off the bed, and she lets out a frustrated whimper.

I place my hands on her thighs, then say, “If you can’t take any more, all you have to say is ‘Yes’.”

“To what?” she breathes.

“You’ll know soon enough.” I blow another breath of air over her clit, and then my tongue darts into her. I begin to torture her, waiting for her to get close to orgasming and then stopping.

Ariana lets out a frustrated growl. “You can be so glad I’m tied to this freaking bed. I swear I’d slap you.”

I chuckle against her clit, and then I push myself up. Fisting my cock, I thrust into my hand, and Ariana’s eyes instantly flare with heat from the sight.

“God, Demitri,” she breathes, turned on by watching me stroke myself.

“You want my cock, Malyshka?” She nods desperately.

I shift closer to her pussy, so the head of my cock brushes over her opening, and then I continue to stroke myself. Ariana writhes on the bed, then groans, “This is torture. Fuck me already.”

“You’re not ready to say yes yet,” I tell her with a smug smile, enjoying her desperation for my cock way too much.

I brush the head over her clit and entrance and then push an inch inside her. Her pussy tries to suck me further, and I pull back. “So greedy for more.”

“Demitri, please,” she begs.

I continue stroking myself as I push my other hand beneath her ass, massaging her skin that’s still hot from the spanking I gave her.

Her thighs strain with need, and her hips swivel, searching for relief.

I glance down at her pussy as I push the head of my cock inside her again, watching as she stretches around my girth. “So fucking perfect,” I hiss, and then I slam into her,

ripping a cry from her.

Ariana’s inner walls clamp around me like a vice as I pull all the way out again, and then she lets out a whimper.

Her eyes are feverish with need, and I crawl up her body until I’m staring down at her. “Will you move in with me?”

A sob burst over her lips, and she nods quickly. “Yes.” I slam inside her pussy again, and she cries, “Yes.”

Keeping my eyes locked with Ariana’s, I fuck her with all my strength, owning every inch of pussy.

Her body strains beneath mine, her legs clamping around my ass until it looks like she’s in pain. Only then do I say, “Come, Ariana.”

With a sob of relief, her body begins to convulse, and I feel how hard the orgasm hits her as her inner walls grip my cock, and then she fucking milks my release from me.

Her screams and moans spill over her lips until I own each one of them. I let out a rumbling moan as I fight my way past her tight grip, pounding into her until I’ve spilled the last drop.

Collapsing on top of Ariana, there’s only the sound of our rushed breaths as our bodies jerk from the last embers of pleasure rippling through us.

When my strength finally returns, I push myself up and press a kiss to her lips. Then locking eyes with Ariana, I say, “Never run from me again. It will be the end of me.”

She nods, emotion washing over her face. “I love you. So fucking much.”

Her chin quivers. “I love you too.”

Staring down at her beautiful face, I say, “Thank you for giving me a reason to live.”

She swallows hard and takes a breath. Her voice is hoarse as she whispers, “Thank you for kidnapping me. Again.”

ARIANA

Demitri unties my hands, and then he frames my face and kisses me deeply. His lips worship mine, his tongue caressing mine, and it’s more intense than any other kiss he’s given me.

I feel it all the way to my toes. My stomach explodes as if a beehive has been disturbed. My heart slams against my ribs, trying to get his heart.

I’m still on a freaking high from him fucking my brains out when Demitri slowly begins to thrust into me again. But this time, it feels overwhelmingly intimate.

I’m overcome with emotion as he makes love to me.

He breaks the kiss, and with his breaths rushing over my lips, he stares deep into my eyes as he continues the slow and deep pace of filling me with his cock.

My hands brush over his back, and I relish in the feel of his skin beneath my touch.

It feels like our love for each other is joining to become a powerful force nothing will be able to penetrate.

“Thank you for giving me a reason to live, too,” I whisper as a happy tear spirals into my hairline.

We find our releases together, our bodies moving in sync with each other.

I move my hands to his neck as I gasp for air. My eyes are imprisoned by his. “Why me?”

He brushes his fingers through my hair, his eyes drifting over my face. “Because in a world of monsters and death, you’re an angel with the feistiness and courage of a goddess.” He presses a tender kiss to my mouth, then continues, “You’re selfless. Christ, Ariana, you’re so fucking selfless it humbles me.” I close my eyes and suck in a trembling breath. “Look at me, Malyshka.” I open my eyes again, and then he murmurs, “I see everything I never thought I needed in your eyes. A future. Children.”

I swallow hard, then ask, “You want children?”

“Only with you.”

Demitri doesn’t pull out of me as we talk, and somehow it’s even more intimate than making love to him.

He keeps brushing his fingers through my hair, his eyes loving every inch of my face.

“Will you be okay with living in the same house as Alexei?”

I nod. “I understand you have to protect him and how close you are with him. I really don’t have a problem with Alexei. Besides, the mansion is huge.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a relieved smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”

I brush my fingers along his jaw, then ask, “Were you really angry with me?”

He nods.

“So whenever I piss you off, you’ll spank me?” He nods again.

“And then fuck me senseless?”

Another nod as a sexy smile tugs at his mouth. “So, what makes you angry?” I tease.

He lets out a chuckle. “If you want me to spank you, all you have to do is ask.”

Grinning at him, I say, “Deal.”

Demitri pushes himself up and pulls out of me. I pout at him. “I really like the feel of you on top of me.”

“Come on,” he says with a smile, taking hold of my hand and tugging me off the bed. He takes me to the shower, and while we wash each other’s bodies, we talk about our likes and dislikes.

The conversation turns to us living together as we dry off and walk to his room to get dressed. I take one of his shirts and pull it on while he steps into a pair of sweatpants.

When we go downstairs, Demitri takes two bottles of water from the fridge and hands me one. He takes a sip and then sets his bottle down on the counter, and leaning back, he crosses his arms over his chest.

His eyes meet mine as a sense of wonder spreads through me.

Demitri is mine.

Tilting his head, he asks, “What’s that look for?”

“I just realized you’re mine,” I answer. “Demitri Vetrov. The hellhound. The custodian to Alexei Koslov.” I move closer to him, and lifting my hand to his jaw, I continue, “My rock. My savior. My life.” I shake my head. “It’s hard to believe how far we’ve come and that I’m the lucky woman who gets you.”

Demitri takes hold of my forearm and presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist, and then he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to stand between his legs. I lean against him, the feel of his warm chest against my cheek bringing a content smile to my face.

“You can’t tell anyone who I am.”

I tilt my head back to look up at him. “I don’t know anyone I can tell.”

“Really?” A sad expression makes him look like a fallen angel. “No one?”

I shrug. “I could tell my mom, but it wouldn’t mean a thing to her.”

Demitri takes hold of my jaw and presses a kiss to my mouth. “So you’re all mine?”

“Yep.”

A smile spread over his face. “Say it.” “I’m all yours.”