Page 67 of Born into Chaos

“Pcholka, look at me.”

He waits until I’m meeting his eyes again.

“What we just shared was fucking amazing, sweetheart. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” He gives a soft laugh, looking so unbelievably and effortlessly sexy. “I had no idea anything could feel that good. It was perfect, andyouare perfect, Sveta.” Still cupping my face, he kisses me gently. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m obsessed with every goddamn inch of you. It tookeverything I had and then some to not come too soon,” he admits with another laugh.

He’s still not fully soft inside me, and every slight movement reminds me of how sore I’m going to be. Noticing the wince I try to hide, his brows furrow with worry.

“I was too rough.”

“I wanted you to be,” I remind him.

“Yeah, but it’s my responsibility to look after you, and that sometimes involves me having to tell your stubborn ass no.”

“This isn’t about you being my bodyguard, Vitya.”

“I never said anything about that,pcholka. I’m talking about my responsibility as the man who’s in love with you, to keep you safe and protected and loved and cared for.”

“And now you’ve gone and broken my pussy.” I reach up and give him a sarcastic pat on the shoulder. “Good one.”

He groans at my attempt at humor while I laugh and try to reassure him that I’m okay.

“I’m going to run a bath for you. A soak might help.”

I’m about to argue and say I don’t need it, but then he slides out of me and I hiss out a breath, quickly deciding that I do indeed need a nice soak in a hot bath. Before he gets up, he grabs my thighs and gently parts my legs, spreading me wide so he has a full, unobstructed view.

“Lay it on me. How bad is it?”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “It’s fucking mouthwatering is what it is, and all I can think about right now is how badly I want to be inside you again.” He very gently spreads me open with his fingers and groans at the sight. “You’re dripping my cum, sweetheart. God, you’re perfect.” His hungry gaze devours me until he finally sighs and says, “You’re swollen and look a bit raw, but I think a soak and some aspirin will take care of that.”

Before I can even think about walking to the bathroom, he’s scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the large clawfoot tub. I trace the dragon tattoo on his neck while he starts the water and pours in some vanilla scented bubble bath.

“I’m going to need you to hold still later so I can draw this. I can never seem to get it just right.”

He grins and turns his head so he can kiss my inner wrist. “And you need to show me the nudes you drew of me.”

“Maybe,” I tell him as he steps into the tub and lowers us both down. He smiles when I let out a relieved sigh as the warm water hits my sore body.

“Better?” he asks, adjusting me in his lap so my back is leaning against his chest.

“Much.” I rest my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my head. “Want to tell me your story now?”

“Not really, but I’m never going to want to talk about it, so I might as well get it over with.”

I turn my head so I can see him. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“You want to know about me, and I’m not going to keep this from you. It’s a big part of who I am, and you deserve to know about it.”

He kisses my forehead and leans back with a sigh. “The necklace was my brother’s. Seryozha was four years younger than me. He was fifteen when he died.”

I turn so I’m sitting sideways on his lap and wrap my arms around him in a hug. “I’m so sorry, Vitya. You don’t have to talk about it.”

His hand runs along my back as he kisses my neck. “I want to tell you about him.”

Lifting up, I rest my hand on his chest, feeling the scars beneath it from the night he’d been stabbed. My thumb grazes the rough skin as he starts to talk.

“Seryozha was the light to my dark. I was the one who was always getting into trouble, but he wasn’t like that. He believed that the world was mostly good, that more people were kind than not, and I always disagreed with him.”

He shakes his head at the memory and scrubs a hand over his face. When he speaks again, his voice is thick, and the emotion in it breaks my heart.

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