I look down at the strands of diamonds on my chest, feeling like I’ve just stepped into a dream world. I’m not the kind of woman that men give millions of dollars of diamonds to. I’m the kind that gets takeout and maybe a free drink at the bar.
“I don’t deserve this,” I tell him. “I’m a thief, Mikhail. I don’t deserve this, and I don’t deserve you.”
He steps closer, his dark eyes blazing with anger for the first time since the night he spanked me. Cupping my face, he tilts me up to look at him.
“I will not allow you to ever talk about yourself like that again. You’re a thief, yes, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. Don’t forget that I went through your apartment, Charlie. I saw the receipts you kept. How many fucking thieves do you know who regularly donate to animal shelters and food kitchens? You’re like a little Robin Hood, baby, and that’s a thousand times better than me. If anyone is unworthy here, it’s me, and you and I both know it. I’ve done things that would make you run from me in horror, and I’ll do them again,zaichik, because it’s who I am and it’s what I do.”
“But you don’t hurt innocent people,” I say.
He gives me a grin that doesn’t even come close to meeting his eyes. “I would kill anyone to save you, sweetheart. Anyone and everyone.”
“Well let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiles, and this time it’s a genuine one. “Yes, let’s hope,” he says, giving me a soft kiss. “We need to leave, or I’m going to ruin your makeup and rip this dress right off your beautiful body.”
When he pulls back, I run my thumb over his lips, wiping off the lipstick that stains them. The thick stubble on his cheeks looks sexy as hell, and he’s giving me some serious fuck-me eyes that are threatening to tear through what little willpower I have. He sees the way I’m eyeing him, lets out a deep groan, and wraps an arm around my waist, leading me out the door.
“Just so you know, I’m going to be fucking you all night long. First, you need to load up on calories, though.” He kisses the top of my head. “I can’t have you passing out on me.”
He laughs at the soft sigh I give and leads me out of the room and down to the garage. Instead of the Aston Martin, he leads me to a black Porsche, and it’s just as sleek and beautiful as all the other cars.
“You’re going to have to learn to drive a stick, sweetheart, or we need to buy you an automatic.”
“You’d actually trust me with one of these?” I ask, looking at his collection of exquisite cars.
“I’d trust you with anything.” He opens the door for me and gives me his hand to help me into the low, deep seat. “Everything I have is yours.”
He gives me a wink before closing the door and getting into the driver’s side.
“You’re spoiling me rotten,” I tell him.
“No,” he corrects. “I’m treating you exactly how you deserve to be treated.”
I smile and grab his hand, giving the back of it a kiss before he starts the car and eases it out of the garage. Once we’re on the open road, he can’t resist showing me what the car can do, and I can’t help laughing and squealing at how much damn fun it is. He laughs and slows the car down to a respectable speed limit. Reaching over, he finds the slit in my dress and slides under it so he can grab onto my bare thigh. His fingers toy with the top of my thigh high and the garter belt that’s attached to it.
“Knowing what’s under that dress is driving me wild,zaichik,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers higher. I part my thighs for him, groaning and gripping the door when he drags one long finger up my lace-covered pussy.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart, I can feel how wet you are. You’ve already soaked through your new panties.”
“Sorry,” I moan, even as my hips start to rock a bit.
He laughs and taps my clit. “Don’t ever apologize for being a messy girl, Charlie. I love it when you’re sloppy wet and eager for my cock. That’s how I always want you, baby.”
“Then you’re in luck,” I say, making him laugh again. “That’s how I always am for you.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, rubbing my clit softly as he drives us to one of the fancy restaurants along the water, one of the ones I’ve always admired from afar but never dared to enter.
Before he pulls up to the valet parking, he gives my clit one more rub that makes me moan and rock even harder against him. When he pulls back, I let out a whine of protest, not caring one damn bit that we’re almost to the valet.
“Patience, baby,” he says, giving me a grin before stopping the car and getting out.
While he walks around, I take a deep breath and try to regain some self-control. I must still look flustered and horny as hell, though, because when Mikhail opens the door, he gives me an amused grin before helping me out. He hands the keys to the guy who’s openly gawking at me and Mikhail’s gorgeous car.
I see the outrage in Mikhail’s eyes a second before he steps in front of me, blocking the guy’s view.
“Admire the car all you like, but look at my fiancée like that again and we’re going to have a big problem.”
Mikhail’s voice is ice cold, and it’s his calm, deadly control that’s really intimidating. If he’d laid hands on the guy or started shouting it wouldn’t have been near as scary, more like a guy with a small dick trying to look powerful, but Mikhail is nothing like that. He’s scary and intimidating without the theatrics. The guy quickly lowers his eyes and takes a step back.