Page 46 of The Tsar's Obsession
“Are those his eyes?” she whispered once I was in front of her, afraid of the answer. I nodded without hesitation. “How could you just kill someone like that?” She gulped, unsure of her own question.
"Any man who touches you will suffer the same fate, Mia. Would you have preferred I let him carry out his sick fantasy on you?" Predictably, she stayed silent.
After the week I had without her, without seeing her, touching her, being with her…I was fucking destroyed and angry. "I would have cut off his hands for touching you, but I didn't have a jar large enough. Plus, I only had a switchblade with me; to cut off hands, I'd need someth–"
"Stop! Jesus! Stop talking about it like that!" She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, looking disgusted and visibly fighting with herself.
"You have blood in your hair. Go shower, and then Francesco will make you breakfast. We're leaving in two hours," I informed her and made a move to walk away, but of course, she began to disagree, grabbing my forearm and tugging me back.
“Excuse me? Where the hell arewegoing? I'm not going anywhere!"
Oh, really? Time was ticking, and I didn't have the emotional stability to argue after not having seen her for a whole week. So I took the fast and easy way out—I swung her over my shoulder and headed for the shower.
“Hey!” She squirmed in my arms. “What are you– hey! Let me go!” Her little kicks and punches, accompanied by her loud protests, only brought a smile to my face. My girl was feisty. I loved it.
I placed her wiggling body on the marble vanity while I turned the shower on and checked the water. "Take your clothes off and get in." I knew my tone was cold and unforgiving, and I hoped she would obey, but no.
"If you want me to comply, ask nicely,” she melted into a fake smile, her voice sticky sweet. “I'm not your servant."
Defiance wasn’t a particular turn-on for me in the past, but fuck, with her, it unlocked a deep desire I didn’t know I had. I came closer, and she leaned back, apprehensive.
"Deal. I’ll order you aroundnicely. Get in the shower, please.”
But she wasn’t going to obey; that little spark in her eyes told me loud and clear. "No," she responded with a small smile. Mm, she liked to taunt, and it made my dick hard at the most inconvenient moment. The shower was more than large enough for the two of us, so without thinking further, I picked her up again.
"Stop! You big Sasquat– ah!" The water rained down on her face, and I closed the shower door, trapping us both inside. Something came over me, and I was fucking done with all her little antics. My fingers grabbed ahold of that dress, and I pulled, sending little buttons flying in every direction. She wore a black lacy lingerie set. It was new to me, seeing her like this.
“Hey! I loved that dress!"
"Not a problem, Sunshine. Let’s go shopping together later, but right now, just fucking wash the blood out of your hair;we have to go."
Oh fuck, the last time we were in here, my dick was deep insidethat tight pussy, Mia's body pressed against me while her moans bounced off the white marble walls. Judging by the look in her eyes, she was remembering the scene too.
We were at a stalemate, both standing in front of each other, soaked and half naked. Mia's see-through black bra and panties did nothing to hide her body from me, and my hands were literally itching to rip it all off her.
She made no movement to oblige me in my requests. "Who do you think you are, hm? To order me around like that?" The blood in her hair was running down her body, creating an image I never wanted to see.
"Your future husband,” I spoke with confidence. “Now, please, Sunshine. Turn around and let me wash your hair.” I leaned in, my lips an inch away from hers. “Unless you want to repeat what we did in here last time…but I’m afraid we’ll be late for our flight.”
She faltered, both wanting it and never wanting to admit it. Finally, she followed my request and slowly faced the wall, bringing her plump asscheeks into view instead. Jesus Christ, I was an idiot to place myself in a position like this right now. But that's exactly what happened to me when she was around. All my brain cells took a fucking hike.
As soon as my fingers made it onto her scalp, a tiny whimper escaped her, and her shoulders dropped, relaxing into it. As much as I had been obsessed with her for nearly a decade, I didn't actually know what her preferences were, but I was attentive and made a mental note of everything.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered after a few seconds and leaned back into me, her eyes closed and her body limp and obedient. Yes, fuck, just like that. I gently massaged the shampoo into her hair, making sure to remove all remnants of blood, as if cleansing her of it would guarantee that she would never get hurt. "Mmm, that feels so good."
Ugh, I was so hard it was painful, but now wasn't the fucking time. In fact, now, I would make her beg for it. Now, I'd stay awayand help her realize that she couldn't stop this; she couldn't fight me or herself anymore.
"You like that, Sunshine?" I whispered in her ear, and without hesitation, she nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I like that,” she admitted quietly. "You do it so well. Why do you do everything so well?”
Because I was deeply and devastatingly in love with her. “Because you can’t resist this. Why did you run away from me?” The question burst out of me, notes of desperation drenching the sentiment like the warm water washing her hair clean of yesterday's trauma.
But she was silent, trying to escape the answer. I washed the shampoo out and then gently pulled on that beautiful hair, forcing out a tiny moan from her.
“Answer me. Why did you run away?”
The steam filled up the shower, and I waited, feeling her body inch closer to mine. "Because. You're not good for me,” she finally responded with words I didn’t want to hear. My Sunshine was fighting her fate tooth and nail.
