“Next time drop them off at my lawyer’s. We have an arrangement, Mayor, but that doesn’t mean you’re welcome here.”
The mayor nods, and if he wasn’t such a giant ass, I’d almost feel sorry for him, but I know that had Antonio killed me in that basement, this dickwad wouldn’t have done a damn thing to stop it. He would’ve buried his head in the sand and done whatever it took to cover his own ass.
Without another word, Mikhail pulls me back and shuts the door on the mayor’s face. Cupping the back of my head, he kisses me and says, “I’m so sorry you had to see that jackass again.”
“It’s okay.” I give him a smile to let him know I’m really all right, and then ask, “What happened to his wrist?”
Mikhail shrugs and says, “Whatever happened, I’m sure that fucker deserved it.”
I study his face for a second, noticing the way he’s keeping his eyes intentionally closed off to me. It’s the same way he used to look at me, and I don’t like it.
“He looked like he was going to piss himself on the front step,” I say, raising a brow at him. “I suppose you don’t know anything about that either?”
He gives me another shrug, his dark eyes revealing nothing. I sigh and bring his hand to my mouth, kissing the back of it. “Thank you again for saving me, Misha. I know you’ll never tell me the details of what happened, but thank you.”
His eyes soften, returning to the face I love. “I would do anything for you,zaichik. There are no laws or boundaries or morals that would prevent me from doing whatever I had to do to protect you.”
The memory of Mikhail busting in and killing Antonio with a powerful slash of his knife floats through my mind. Maybe I should be appalled by it, but I’m not. It’s a comfort to me. When I wake up from a nightmare and feel scared and overwhelmed, it’s that memory that helps my breathing return to normal. I know I never have to worry about that bastard again because the man in front of me who’s looking at me with so much love in his eyes made damn sure he’d never take another breath again.
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his trim waist and then let him lead me back upstairs to rest some more. A few hours later when he hands me one of the protein shakes he’s been making me drink because I lost a few pounds when my mouth hurt too badly to chew, I stifle the groan I want to give and instead give him a smile and say thanks. I know the real reason I’m so irritable is because he’s still insisting I’m still too injured for sex.
He watches me, making sure I drink the whole damn thing, and when the glass is empty, I set it down and walk over to him. He lifts a brow, no doubt on to my game, but I really am feeling better. The bruising is still horrible, and my ribs are still super tender, but I’m perfectly well enough to lay back and take cock. I’ve even stopped having nightmares and can now sleep through the night without screaming.
“Uh-oh,” he says, a smile playing at his lips. “My girl is definitely up to something.”
I grab onto his hand and pull him toward the bed, ignoring the stubborn set to his jaw. He knows what I want, and even though he’s been very generous with giving me orgasms several times a day, I want more. I want him.
“You’re very stubborn,zaichik.”
“I’m stubborn?” I laugh and press against his chest, trying to get him to sit down. He looks down at me, refusing to budge. When I run my hands down his hard body and press my palm against the very hard cock I can see straining against his jeans, he lets out a groan and scrubs a hand over his face.
“You’re the worst patient ever,” he growls.
“Or am I the best because all I really need is you to feel better?” I counter, making him smile, even though he’s trying really hard not to. I massage him through his jeans, moaning when I feel him grow even bigger. “Jack said it was fine as long as I wasn’t in any pain.”
I feel like I’ve said that a million times over the last couple of weeks, but figure it doesn’t hurt to try again.
“Get on the bed.”
I smile and do as he says before he changes his mind. When he starts to pull my shorts off and then kneels down between my legs, I sit up and cup his handsome face.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want oral sex, Misha.”
He smirks at me, because we both know how much I love it when he eats me out.
“I’m serious,” I say, but he just keeps giving me that same disbelieving, sexy smirk. “I want sex, like real sex.”
“You want me to fuck you,” he clarifies, the corner of his mouth turning up even more.
“Yes.”
“I’ll think about it.”
When I let out a frustrated groan, he laughs and starts to kiss his way up my thigh.
“Lay back,zaichik, and take what I want to give you. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you somereal sex.”
The over exaggerated way he copies my words makes me laugh before I can stop myself. “I’m still pissed,” I tell him, but I do lay back when he starts to lick his way up my inner thigh.