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All my previous good intentions were gone. Forgotten. Fuck my good intentions. Someone with my black soul had no business having good intentions anyway.
Before I could ask, he translated for me. “Angel, you are not allowed to tell me no.” Somehow it sounded better in Russian.
In short, Yelena Nikitina was the whole package. Beautiful and intelligent. The problem was that package contained a bomb. Neatly tied up with pretty pink ribbons but a bomb nonetheless.
She was like dangling a glass of cool, clean water before a man dying of thirst and telling him not to sip.
She needed protection. Someone to step in and slay her demons. Someone to save her from her own reckless actions. A champion.
I was the demon in people’s nightmares. The enforcer. Never the knight in shining armor, but I could be… for her. My whole life was about destruction, whether it was with my fists or the guns I sold. All I’d ever left in my wake was scorched earth. It would be nice, just this once, if I could create instead of destroy.
“Tell me, baby.” “Why are you being so nice to me?” I smiled. “Let’s just say I have a weakness for a pretty malen'kiy padshiy angel with big blue eyes.”
It was time to spell things out. “Baby, things are going to get bloody, and I can’t have you there.” Her eyes widened. “No. Damien. No! He’s not worth it. I’m not worth it.” Unable to resist, I gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. “Don’t ever let me hear you say you’re not worth it again.”
He would have been dressed in a tuxedo for the occasion. Looking sexy as hell. With all those tattoos, he’d look like a hotter David Beckham in a suit.
Demon Damien. That was what they called him. I wasn’t supposed to know that. Apparently, it was because he had the charm of the devil and a temper to match.
I would relish this one taste of her. Burn the memory of her orgasm into my memory as the one and only time I glimpsed heaven.
We could only handle one troublesome Ivanov brother at a time and clearly Samara’s situation was far more pressing than my current predicament with Damien. Still, I couldn’t resist saying, “Uh… Nadia. Your brothers aren’t cute. They’re hot as fuck. Even though they’re both a pain in the ass, especially Damien.”
Everything should have a purpose, even violence. Whether it was a show of strength, to send a message, or to extract information. It had to have a purpose. At least for me. Although tonight’s purpose was something I usually didn’t do. Tonight was also about revenge. Revenge was tricky. Used in a calculated way, it could strengthen your power. Let your emotions get in the way, which they often did, and revenge could quickly become messy and counterproductive.
Yes. I would make Yelena my wife. I would drag her kicking and screaming down the aisle, if necessary. She might defy me at first but in the end, it would be for the best because I was going to spoil her rotten. I would give her the world. Diamonds, gold, furs. Whatever she wanted.
“How dare you?” Damien smiled. “You’ll find, baby, I’ll dare just about anything where you are concerned.”
I had vowed three years ago that no one was ever going to harm her again. Not on my watch, and I fucking meant it. I protected what was mine.
And anyway, I didn’t care. My girl was getting fucked right now.
Damien pivoted to face me where I remained standing by the sink. He leaned an arm over his chair. The position put his naked chest and strong, heavily tattooed muscles on casual display as if he wasn’t sitting there looking like a scary gangster god in blue jeans.
But seriously? Damn him for that. Damn him for being charming and fascinating. Damn him for being the type of man who gave as good as he got.
My pretty angel let loose an ear-piercing scream and a string of curses that would impress a drunken sailor. I had a fairly impressive vocabulary, but I must admit even I learned a few new ones. I think several of them might have even been in French.
“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth,” she hissed. I leaned over the bed, my hands falling on either side of her head, capturing some of her hair and pinning her in place. Looking deeply into her enraged eyes, I warned, “Well then it’s a good thing I have no intention of asking your permission.”
She should be frightened. I felt the need to claim her as my own. To put my scent on her, my mark. Seize her as my treasured possession. A demon stealing his piece of heaven.
“Or maybe the Sagittarius brings light and a breath of fresh air into the Scorpio’s rigid life, and instead of taking away her freedom, he becomes a rock, something solid to fix her dreams to.” And just like that I was completely, irrationally, stupidly in love. Damn him to hell for making me feel this way. I should have known better than to fall into the path of a stubborn Scorpio.
“Let’s get something very straight. I do own you. I own this mouth, that tight pussy, and sometime in the very near future, that sweet ass of yours. You’re mine. Run as often as you like. I’ll find you each and every time and bring you back where you belong. You’re never getting rid of me, beautiful. I suggest you get used to the idea.”
These weren’t just words to me. I fucking meant every one of them. She was the woman for me. She aggravated the piss out of me, and I would probably wind up with more scars from her than from my enemies, but she would be worth every damn one of them. I wasn’t some jackass Neanderthal who didn’t know a good thing when it
slapped him in the face. I knew I had found a beautiful little gem when Yelena crossed my path, and I had absolutely no intention of ever letting her go.
Lying was for weak cowards who didn’t have the strength to back up their own words.
I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. “Whatever my baby wants.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” “Hell if I know. Any advice big brother?” “Jewelry. Lots of expensive jewelry.”
“To the women in our lives. May they happily torture us till our dying day.”
“So how does it feel to have to compromise?” He gave me a playful growl. “I don’t like it one bit. Don’t get used to it.”
