Page 101 of Born into Blood

I keep stroking the back of Lara’s hand like my uncle didn’t just confess to murdering her dad and give her a smile while I tell him in Russian, “It might be best to leave that bit out. She knows he’s dead, and she knows you all did it. I think that’s enough.”

“Understood,” he tells me. “I just didn’t want you to think I was keeping it from you. There have been enough secrets.” He switches to English and tells Lara, “I’m not going to lie and say your dad was a good man. I fucking hated him, but he and his brother are dead now. He lost, and we won. They don’t get to take anything else away from us. My nephew loves you, and you’re a part of our family now. You’re a Melnikov, Lara.” He rests a hand on her scarred forearm. “He’s no longer able to hurt us. We’re not going to give him that kind of power, okay?”

Her eyes are filled with unshed tears when she meets his eyes and nods her head. “You’re right. The bastard isn’t worth it.”

Matvey smiles. “No, he isn’t.” He quickly finishes up the last couple of stitches and then puts some ointment on her before bandaging her up. “Okay, you two get cleaned up. Dominic had Tony send over some mild pain pills and an antibiotic cream.” He sets the pills down on the countertop next to a bottle of water. “Sveta left some clothes for you both on the shelf over there.”

He throws away the bloody scraps of my shirt and the used supplies before turning to leave.

“Thanks, Uncle Matvey,” I tell him.

“I’d say anytime, but we all know you’re never going to allow this to happen again.” He smiles at Lara and gives my shoulder a pat before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

“Your family is too nice to me,” Lara says as soon as we’re alone.

I grab the bottle of water and one of the pain pills. She opens her mouth for me, taking the pill and then arches her brow when I insist on holding the water for her, pressing the bottle to her lips until she’s drank enough to satisfy me. Setting it down, I help her out of the shirt she’s wearing, biting back the angry rant I want to give when I see the bruises that fucker left on her beautiful skin. The only man who gets to leave a mark on her perfect body is me. The dried blood that’s covering my hands and splattered across my arms and chest is the only thing keeping me calm. I’d killed him for what he’d done, and he can never hurt her again.

Lifting her up, I set her on the ground and carefully peel her jeans off until she’s naked before me. The bruises are painfully obvious under the harsh bathroom lighting, but nothing could ever take away from her beauty, and I’m not surprised to feel myself growing hard with a quickness.

I wish she could see herself as I do, but it just makes me all the more determined to make sure she knows how much I love her and how amazing she is every damn day for the rest of our lives. Remembering what she said a few minutes ago, I tell her, “They’re nice to you because they like you and because they know I love you, but most importantly,” I tell her, reaching over to start the shower, “they’re nice to you because you deserve it, Lara. You deserve everything, and I’m going to make sure you get it from here on out.”

She drops her eyes, still not comfortable receiving so much affection, but I cup her face, waiting for her to look at me. “I love you, kisa, and I’m going to take care of you.” I give her a wink. “Now get in the shower so I can wash you clean.”

“What about my stitches?”

I run a finger over the large bandage. “It’s waterproof, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t get too wet.”

She gets in the shower, angling her arm away from the spray while I quickly kick off my boots and jeans before stepping in with her. It’s impossible to hide how hard I am, so I don’t even bother trying. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and she just shakes her head in disbelief.

“I don’t understand how you can be hard right now.”

I step closer and drag my fingers along her wet stomach. “I don’t understand how on earth you think I couldn’t be.” I cup the back of her head and pull her against me, molding our bodies together and reminding us both how well we fit together. “It’s you, baby, and you’re always going to drive me crazy. Nothing will ever change that. I know you’re sore and you’ve just had one hell of a night, so just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I’m expecting sex. It just means that I will always want you, even when I know we can’t do anything. My body wants yours.” I give a soft laugh and kiss the top of her wet head. “There’s never going to be a time when I don’t want to be inside you.”

She hugs me tighter and then slides one hand down my back before grabbing a handful of my ass and making me laugh. “There’s never going to be a time when I don’t want you inside me,” she says, and her words have my cock pressing even harder against her stomach.

“You need to rest,” I remind her, but we both know there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to resist her if she wants to take this further. Her safety and well-being are the most important things to me, but I also know that the safest place for her is in my arms while she’s taking my cock.

“I can rest later.” She nuzzles her face against my chest and as soon as I feel her tongue slide along my skin, I’m grabbing her ass and lifting her up, pressing her against the tiled wall and positioning the head of my cock between her soft, wet thighs.

“I’m too heavy for you to lift,” she tries to protest, and I scoff at the utter nonsense drifting out from between her full lips.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” The head of my cock presses against her pussy, but I don’t push in. I keep her hovering over me, getting just a taste of what I’m about to give her.

She wiggles, trying to get me to lower her, but she’s not getting my cock until she starts talking sense.

“Explain, kisa,” I say while teasing her with my head.

She moans and digs her fingers into my shoulders, already looking more relaxed now that she’s had a pain pill and is seconds away from getting my dick.

“Radek said I was too chubby, and he couldn’t believe that I was the girl you’d chosen.” She whispers the words like a painful confession, and all I want is to bring that asshole back to life so I can kill him again.

“Fuck him,” I growl, thrusting the head of my cock into her and making her gasp. “Fuck him for thinking it and fuck him for ever daring to say that to you. You are fucking perfection, sweetheart.” I thrust into her, giving her every goddamn inch as she arches her back, adjusting to my size and the way I’m filling her. “Does this feel like the cock of a man who’s unsatisfied?” I ask while slowly fucking her, letting her feel every hard inch. “Or does this feel like the cock of a man who’s so turned on he can barely think? I love every inch of you,” I tell her, keeping up a steady rhythm as her eyes flutter closed and her lips part. “And I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, my need for you is only going to grow stronger. When I think about you pregnant, fuck,” I groan and thrust in hard and deep, “just thinking of your round belly, your hips and ass filling out, and Jesus Christ your fucking amazing tits,” I give a soft laugh and force myself to calm down or I’m going to end up coming before I want to. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes, and I smile at how glazed they are.

“You are the sexiest goddamn woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her. I press my mouth to hers, taking her in a hungry kiss while I pound into her, being rougher than I should be but unable to hold back. I almost lost her tonight, and I need to remind myself that she’s here and safe. Her arms and legs tighten around me while she moans into my mouth, kissing me harder, demanding more from me because the truth is she needs this just as much as I do.

She whimpers around my tongue, digging her nails into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks, and fuck do I love that. Her whole body trembles right before her pussy clenches around my dick even harder, pulling a groan from deep within me as she comes hard. I stifle her screams with my mouth and bury myself as deeply inside her as I can get before I stop fighting my own release and let go with her. The orgasm nearly knocks me on my ass, the force of it ricocheting through every damn inch of my body as I unload everything I have into her tight cunt. She grips me harder, eager for every last drop, so fucking greedy for it as she whimpers and rocks her hips.

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