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She’s wearing long pants and a long-sleeved shirt but I can still see the bandages under her cuffs. Not to mention the scrapes and bruises on her face. My instant reaction is rage. Someone is gonna fucking die for this.
“I’m right here,” I rasp. “What’s there to miss?” She shakes her head and lifts her hand to my face. Her fingers are light as a feather as they dance along my cheek. “No, you’re not. You’re not here at all. I miss the old Ruslan. The man who carried me to bed after I fell asleep. Who covered me with a blanket to make sure I wouldn’t get cold at night. I want the man who took care of the kids for me so that I could fall apart in peace. I want the man who looked at me as though I was special. I want that man.”
Idiot. Bad guardian. Bad mother. Bad person. Idiot. Whore. Idiot.
“I knew exactly what you would be to me from the moment I heard that accidental voicemail you left me.” I’m so lost in desire that I don’t even blush. “I heard your hungry moans, your desperate little gasps, and I knew from that moment on exactly what you were.” “Ahh… W-what… what was I?” “Mine,” he growls. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
“I’m happy to tease you, Emma.” His tone is so serious that I have no choice but to pay attention. “I’m happy for you to be my whore and my slut in bed. But that’s where it ends.”
“Outside of this bed, outside of my cock in your cunt, you are my woman. My queen. And I’m going to take care of you as such. I’m going to spoil you and I’m going to protect you. That goes for the kids, too. You, them—you all belong to me now, Emma Carson. And if you ever leave, I will just drag you back here. I will drag you back into my house and my bed because this is where you fucking belong.”
“You are mine,” he says again, hands hard on my hips. “You’re not going anywhere. And neither am I.”
“You’re my woman now, Emma. And no one talks to my woman like that.”
I am completely, madly, desperately in love with Ruslan Oryolov and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
“I don’t believe you. But even if I did, I’d say it sounds like you became the person you admired most. That’s beautiful, you know. He’s still alive in you. You’re a memorial to him.”
“I suggest you tell me now before I carry you back outside and rip that dress right off you myself.” Her eyes go wide. “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” “I’m pregnant.” “I’ll be gentle when I throw you overboard.”
“Emma, what are you…” Ruslan trails off as his eyes veer towards New Guy. “She is never to be kept waiting. You see her, you send her into my office no matter what. I don’t care if I’m in a meeting or on a call or in fucking open heart surgery. Is that understood?”
