Page 83 of Born into Darkness

“Oh my god,” I finally say, and as soon as I start to feel bad about what just happened, he gives my clit a soft kiss and lifts me up just enough so he can talk.

“Don’t. I wanted this, Talia. I fuckingneededthis, so don’t you dare feel guilty about it. You have no idea how much I enjoyed this. God, baby, I could eat your pussy all day, every day, and never get tired of it.”

“But it’s not fair,” I start to say.

“Itisfair if it’s what I wanted.” He gives my pussy another line of kisses before I slide down and lay beside him, lifting onto my elbow so I can see him better. “I’m done with these fucking pain meds.”

“No, you’re not,” I say, but he smacks my ass hard enough to sting.

“I am. I’ll take something that’s not as powerful. I hate the brain fog and being tired all the time, and I really hate not being able to keep an erection. Seriously, I’d rather put up with the pain and be able to slide into you.”

“Is there any way for me to talk you out of this?”

He gives me his sexy grin, the one that always makes my heart speed up, and dances his fingers along my stinging cheek. “Nope.”

“You’re a stubborn man, Max.”

“It’s best you learn this now.”

I smile and say, “You mean before I marry you and join my life with an impossibly stubborn man?”

His hand moves to cup the back of my head as he pulls me closer. “We’re already joined together,svetik moy. No ritual, no ceremony with pretty words and vows is going to make us any more united than we already are. You are mine, and I am yours. I have been since the first day they dragged you down into that basement and chained you up beside me. Nothing will ever change that or make it more permanent than it already is. So I hate to break it to you, but you’re already joined to an incredibly stubborn man.”

He kisses me again and says, “Before you get too mad, I’ll remind you that I just gave you two very powerful orgasms.”

“You did,” I say, letting out a soft moan at the memory.

“That edging paid off, didn’t it?” he teases, and when I don’t say anything, he laughs. “We’ll need to do some experimenting.”

“Like what?”

His fingers drag along my jaw and neck. “Just some testing to see what feels best. I wonder how good it would feel if I didn’t let you come for weeks instead of just days.”

“I’m not so sure we need to test that theory.”

“It’s for science, sweetheart. Everything must be tested.”

I groan, but he knows deep down I love it, and that I’m more than ready for anything he wants to try. He might push me outside of my comfort zone, but I know he’ll never force me to do anything, and having that safety net is everything. It allows me to be courageous and to jump into the deep end of whatever kink he’s offering, because ultimately I have the control. He’s willingly given it to me, and it’s the greatest gift any man can give a woman. Freedom to explore and the freedom to say no with no repercussions or judgment.

When his hand starts to roam to my ass again, I laugh and give him another kiss. Wanting more, he cups the back of my head and starts to deepen it, and I know he’ll happily stay in bed all day making me come over and over again until exhaustion forces him to sleep.

I smile and pull back. “All right, stud muffin. You need to get ready for your appointment.”

His deep laugh is infectious and adorable and sexy as hell. “Stud muffin? Really?”

“It’s true,” I say with a laugh. “Now get your fine ass up. I’ll help you get dressed.”

“I see the domineering nursemaid is back,” he murmurs with a grin.

“Play your cards right and maybe the bratty sub will come out to play later.”

His eyes immediately light up. “I’d very much like to see that. You’re sexy as hell when you get bratty. My sweet girl just begging to have her mouthwatering ass spanked.”

I laugh and go to grab him some clothes. We eventually make it out of our bedroom with just enough time to meet his dad by the elevator. After a quick goodbye to the others and a promise to text updates, we head down to where a driver and bodyguard are waiting in a black SUV. To the best of my knowledge there haven’t been any signs of danger, but no one is taking any chances, and I’m not at all surprised to see some of my dad’s men following in a car behind us.

Life is always going to be like this, especially since the man I’m going to marry is involved in the Bratva as well, but I don’t mind. It’s comforting to know there’s someone, or several someones, watching our backs.

Once we’re at the doctor’s, some of the men stay with the vehicles while a couple walk with us to the building. Aside from one guy, they remain outside. He’s a Medvedev man, so I’m guessing he’s following strict orders from my dad. There will be no talking him into waiting in the car, so I don’t even bother trying.

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