Page 68 of Possessive Vows

When Camilla hisses and yanks her hand back, I freeze and watch her study her digits, not sure what happened. A white line appears on the pad of her pointer finger.

She lifts startled eyes up to mine. My expression must reveal my shock because she gives a lame chuckle and shakes her head.

“The buckle pinched me.” Her ass shifts in my lap as she leans toward the infant seat. “We should hold it away from Zoya’s chest with our other hand like this before we fasten it,” she says.

I can skin a man alive with no qualms, rip out finger and toenails without batting an eye, and cut out specific organs on any given day, but a ball of ice forms in my stomach at the thought of hurting my daughter.

I take Camilla’s hand and brush my lips over her injured finger. She gives a quiet gasp and tilts her hips before going still and clearing her throat.

“Were you like this with Anastasia?”

Not expecting such a question, I study her expression, uncertain why she’s asking. She rubs her nape before speaking again.

“That probably sounded really jealous, but I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, I am a little jealous, but I’m also glad you had each other and don’t want to tarnish her memoryat all. I’m asking because I don’t want to do something in front of the kids that’ll upset them.”

Her rambling is absolutely adorable, even though there isn’t a single juvenile thing about her.

“I will always cherish the time I had with my first wife, but I will not withhold my affection for you out of fear,so´lnyshka,” I say.

She crosses her arms over her chest and raises her eyebrows in the haughtiest, most impertinent expression I have ever seen.

“That’s fine for you to say. They’re your children. They’ll love you no matter what.”

I open my mouth to respond, but she he presses her palm to my lips.

“It isn’t fear Dimitri. It’s respect. I want to show them I respect them and their mother.”

I flick the tip of my tongue over her palm and enjoy the dilating of her pupils.

Her nostrils flare, but she lifts her hand from my face and lowers it into her lap. The delicate column of her throat shifts as she swallows. Need squeezes my balls.

“Okay,so´lnyshka. For you, I will hold back, but only in front of my children.”

Her shoulders relax in relief. I capture her chin, ensuring I have her full attention.

“But if you need help or are in danger, I cannot promise to keep my hands off you. Da?”

She fills her lungs so full, her ass shifts on my lap, highlighting the uncomfortable ridge of my cock.

“Thank you,” she says.

My hunger roars.

“Thank me properly,moya zhena,” I murmur.

She blinks and bites the inside of her lip before leaning harder against my chest and lifting her chin.

I take her mouth in a searing kiss. When I finally lift my head, we both heave. I smirk and rub my thumb over her bottom lip, wiping away the last of her lip color.

She scowls as she realizes what I’ve done, but the plane’s shadow falls over the window, stealing our attention. I open the door, set her on her feet on the tarmac, stand, and shut the door before she can complain.

“Will you wear makeup everyday at home?” I ask.

She huffs.

“No, but that isn’t the point. This is our first time seeing each other. Move. I need my purse.”

At the hard glint in her eyes, I decide to step out of the way and shield her from view of the plane with my body as she fixes her lipstick.

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