“Who do you belong to?” I ask again as I tease her opening with the head of my cock.
“Damien Vetrov,” she gasps.
I slam into her as hard as I can, and it rips a cry from her as her body bucks up. I don’t give her time to adjust and set a relentless pace as I fuck her until she’s a quivering, whimpering mess beneath me.
I feel my own pleasure creep closer, and bite the command out, “Come, Winter.”
She shatters with a scream, her body convulsing helplessly as the orgasm provided by my cock ravishes her.
It makes me reach my own climax, and with hard thrusts, I empty myself inside her.
I slip an arm beneath her and pull her up until we’re chest to chest and breathing the same air. When her eyes focus on mine, I growl, “You belong to me, Winter Vetrov. Try and leave me, and I’ll kill you because death is the only way you’ll get away from me.”
Instead of looking at me with fear, she gives me a daring look as she lifts her chin. “Same goes for you.”
Chapter 19
WINTER
When I wake up, Damien’s not in bed. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. He kept me up until the early morning hours, and I can still feel him inside me.
A smile forms around my lips as I climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I open the faucets so the water can fill the tub while I brush my teeth.
Mrs. Vetrov.
I knew our first night together would be intense, but damn, Damien wasn’t joking when he said he’s going to claim me.
And I relished every second.
Turns out instead of destroying me, Damien’s lifting me up out of the ruins left of my life.
I rinse my mouth and then lift my eyes to my reflection in the mirror. I’m no longer the Blood Princess. Last night Damien made me his Blood Queen.
Warmth spreads through my chest, and then I realize I’m falling for him. Fast and hard. At first, the thought makes fear slither through my heart, but then I remember how he claimed my body, and it quickly retreats.
Damien might be merciless, but only when it comes to the enemy. He’s a devastating potency no one can escape. Not even me.
I no longer want to escape him. I no longer fear him.
I know with absolute certainty I made the right decision when I married Damien, and it makes me want to get to know everything about him.
I step into the bath, and as I begin to wash my body, I take in the marks he left between my thighs. Love bites are scattered over my breasts.
God, the man branded me.
Another smile forms on my lips as I continue to clean myself. I soak my stiff muscles for a short while and then get out. After drying myself and applying my favorite cherry blossom scented lotion, I get dressed in black cargo pants and a shirt. I pull on my boots, and tying my hair back, I go in search of my husband.
I only find Dana in the kitchen, and while she fixes me a cup of coffee, I stare at the table where Damien made me beg for him to fuck me raw.
“Mr. Vetrov and the other two are out back,” Dana informs me as she hands me the steaming cup of coffee.
“Thank you.” My gaze drifts over her face, and knowing she must still be hurting, I give her shoulder a squeeze. “We’re safe with them,” I assure her.
She nods, her blue gaze meeting mine. “You’re my family.”
“You won’t lose me as well,” I murmur. “Damien can protect me.”
She nods, and I drink half the coffee before setting the cup down. I walk out the backdoor, and glancing over the grounds, I see Damien walking toward me.
“What are you busy with?” I ask when he’s close enough to hear me.
Damien doesn’t answer me immediately but instead wraps his fingers around my throat, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Morning, Wife,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Morning, Husband,” I chuckle, but it quickly fades when I see his grim expression. “What’s wrong?”
Damien drops his hand to mine, and linking our fingers, he pulls me in the direction he just came from. “Alexei and Demitri got word Adrian was sniffing around Finland. They went to meet with him.”
“What?” I gasp. Instantly anger begins to bleed into my chest, and I yank back against Damien’s hand. “Why would they meet the man who murdered my father and brother?
Damien tightens his hold on my hand. “To kill him.”
The words wash the anger from me, and I immediately calm down.
His eyes meet mine with a hard stare. “They got him to talk. He was contracted by Antonio Blanco.”
“But Alexei killed Adrian? Right?” I ask to make sure.