Page 69 of Cruel Russian King
I cut her off. “Ruslan will take you home.”
But Kira wasn’t done. Her words escaped quickly from her mouth. “Please don’t hurt Yegor or Zakhar because of what I did. Or Ruslan. I’ll take whatever punishment…”
I gripped her shoulder. “Nobody will be punished. Ruslan will take you home.”
Her eyes flicked to Ninel, then she slipped past me.
The second she exited the bunker, my relief twisted into anger.
“Ninel!” My voice came out harsher than I meant, but I couldn't pull it back. My fear of what could've happened overrode everything else. “Are you out of your damn mind? Why the fuck would you leave the house, and worse, hide from your husband?”
“I wasn’t trying to hide, I needed space!” she snapped.
“You’re my wife. There’s enough space in our home without you ending up in this fucking bunker.”
“Wife?” she yelled. “Who gets angry when they find out that their wife is pregnant? Who doesn't come home for days and keeps his distance from his sick pregnant wife?!”
Her chest rose and fell heavily. “You’ve shown me time and time again how little I mean to you!”
“Me? What about you? After we kissed you distanced yourself! After we fucked I woke up to a goddamn empty bed! If you want to blame anyone for how I'm treating you, put the blame on yourself!”
Her eyes misted and her shoulders shuddered. Before I even realized, I had her in my arms, holding her tight. Not just to calm her, but to calm myself. To feel proof she was safe.
The only question left was…I knew I had to fix things, but how the hell was I supposed?
Chapter 20 - Ninel
When Artyom wrapped his arms around me, I tried to yank his arms off of me, but instead he only tightened his hold.
He was right. I had pulled away but how could I not?
“Let me go!” I yelled, clawing at his biceps. “I get it! I’m nothing more than a revenge pawn in your game. There's no use of you pretending to comfort me! You only married me to control my brothers…but this? Me carrying your child? That wasn’t part of your plan. That was the one thing you couldn’t control…and you probably regret that I am pregnant. Just leave! I need time!”
I shoved my hands between us, pressing them against his chest, ready to push him away. I didn’t want Artyom touching me. Not when his touch lit fire works in my chest and created an ache between my thighs. I couldn't deal with his rollercoaster of emotions. I just wanted to be left alone.
But then I felt it…his heart hammering against my palms, his body trembling. He clung to me like I was driftwood in a storm-tossed sea, as though if he let go of me, he’d vanish beneath the waves, lost forever.
Wait…had he really been worried? About me? About my safety?
I froze, closing my eyes. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the Artyom I knew…the cold, manipulative man who bent the world to his will. No, this man holding me was different. He wasn’t ruthless, or manipulative, or cruel. He was broken…vulnerable…making him seem more…human.
And seeing him like this…not only softened my heart but moistened my pussy lips.
“Artyom, I'm sorry if I worried you…I just needed time.”
Artyom pulled away from me and cupped my face. “I went home to check on you.” His voice was strained. “And when I couldn't find you, Kira or Ruslan…” His voice trailed off and he rested his forehead on mine. “With everything happening in the faction…I thought they got to you…” his voice cracked. “Printsessa, promise me that you won't run away from me again.”
“I won't.”
Artyom didn’t answer with words. His mouth claimed mine brutally, and I welcomed it, our tongues dancing together. His hands slid down to my ass, gripping hard before lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him, the kiss unbroken, while he carried me to the bedroom.
When he laid me on the bed, he hovered over me, his eyes intense.
“Printsessa…” His voice laced with desire as his lips dragged down my throat, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of my breasts that were exposed via the sweetheart neckline of my dress.
I moaned and my legs locked tighter around him, pulling him closer until his erection was pressed against my throbbing pussy.
“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” he said huskily, lifting his head, his gaze burning into mine.
