Page 37 of Savage Bratva King

In the moment, Gianna felt to me like a rare and precious creature, someone to be nurtured, cosseted, adored.My printzessa.

I dismiss Olga, my housekeeper. I know that she is wary of Marvel; I also know that my dog takes advantage of this wariness, breaking out of his leash whenever the whim takes him, and chasing birds around the garden until he wears himself out. Only then, does he allow her to lead him back inside.

I straighten to find Sergei and Tamara watching me from just outside the maze’s entrance. If I wasn’t so preoccupied, I’d remind them that being besotted with a dog is not a sign of weakness. If anything, it is proof that I understand loyalty and trust and friendship, something that many people would benefit from learning.

Involuntarily, I lick my lips and realize that I can still taste Gianna. I can still smell her juices on my face. If it wasn’t for Marvel, I’d march straight back in there and finish what I started, but I remind myself that it’s better this way. Gianna will come to me again when she is ready.

My heart beats a strange tune when she finally emerges from the maze, her dress uncreased, her hair pushed back over her shoulders and secured into a messy ponytail. The only giveaway that anything sexual happened between us is the flush on her cheeks and her swollen lips, but an outsider might attribute this to the sun’s heat and the maze’s difficulty.

Her eyes barely skim mine before settling on Marvel.

She blinks. Her mouth opens into a round ‘O’ of surprise, and she doesn’t move.

“He’s friendly.” I wait for her to look at me, but she has eyes only for my dog. “Provided you show no animosity towards me.”

“It must be a lonely life for him then.”

I’m not sure I heard her correctly until I catch the brief smirk on Tamara’s face, and disappointment settles on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. Gianna thinks that I’ve used her the past couple of days and walked away as soon as I’d gotten what I wanted. My hands ball into fists. Does she not understand that if I’d wanted to use her to satisfy my own desires, she would’ve crawled out of that maze on her hands and knees with my cum trickling out of her swollen pussy?

If she wants to resort to the feisty printzessa role, I can step back into the dangerous captor persona just as easily. And I can make life a hundred times more difficult for her than she can for me.

Before I can think of a suitable retort, Marvel pulls away from me and goes trotting over to Gianna where he promptly licks her hands and face, and sniffs behind her ears to make quite sure that she’s a friend. I’ve never seen him react this way with anyone and it’s a pleasant surprise. Even if it is Gianna.

I approach them, trying desperately to keep my eyes off the swell of Gianna’s breasts beneath the fabric of the dress and the curve of her ass. “He likes you.”

“Of course he does.” Her eyes meet mine briefly before she aims her smile at Marvel. “We’re kindred spirits. I’m not allowed to run away either.”

“The difference is, printzessa, that Marvel would not choose to run away even if the opportunity presented itself.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know any better.”

She gazes at me now with those beautiful turquoise eyes and heat rises in her cheeks. Whether this is caused by the banter or the knowledge that I was able to make her groan with pleasure is unclear. But I am already imagining ordering Sergei and Tamara to leave us alone and fucking her right here in my grounds to prove that I am not done with her yet.

“You might be surprised.”

Perhaps something in my tone catches her unawares. She cups Marvel’s face in her hands and peers into his eyes as if they are communicating telepathically.

“Where did you come from, huh, boy?” she murmurs.

“No one knows.” I stand beside them, so close that I can see Gianna’s erect nipples through her dress and smell me on her. “But if I ever find out who was responsible for trying to break his soul, they will wish they’d never been born.”

Gianna nuzzles Marvel’s neck. Her face is turned away from Sergei and Tamara, and she allows herself this brief respite to hold my gaze. Perhaps she is looking for an acknowledgement that something has changed between us, or perhaps she is looking for something more, something that I can’t offer her.

Then she nods briefly as if she understands, and my stomach plummets.

I should feel elated that my plan is falling into place. Gianna Sedric wants me. She is not the same woman who boarded the flight in Montenegro to return home to marry a man she doesn’t love. But the plan is already turning sour in my mouth.

“Why did you name him Marvel?” The question breaks through my reverie.

“Because he is my superhero.” I have never told anyone this before, mainly because no one has ever asked.

“Marvel, sit.” Gianna stands up and offers the dog her hand. “Paw.”

He complies almost before the command has even left her mouth.

She glances at me sideways. “He’s obedient.”

A smile tugs my lips upwards. “He isn’t afraid of me if that’s what you’re thinking.”

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