“I still need my privacy.”
He took a step forward, his green eyes flashing. “Privacy for what?”
I took a step back, and he followed me. I turned back around when my legs touched the bed. He was trying to intimidate me with his size, and what was more, it was working.
The thought only made me more angry.
“Privacy for when I’m cheating on you,” I deadpanned.
He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of my body. My nails raked down his back, wanting to hurt him.
He pressed his hips down until his cock was pushed against my pussy through his jeans. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise, especially when he did it again, and again, and—
Fuck.
“Nikolay,” I said in a moan.
“You can cheat on me all you want, princess,” he said softly. “But you belong to me. Now, and until the day I take my last fucking breath. And maybe even after. You belong to me, no matter who you become or what you do. Understand? Cheat on me all you want, but I’ll kill whatever bastard is stupid enough to climb into your bed, and I’ll fucking make you watch.”
I blinked.
Before I could say anything to that, he leaned down and took my lips in a passionate kiss. My toes curled against the mattress as he pushed against me while his tongue glided across mine, and his hands fisted my hair, pulling on it roughly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“You’re an asshole,” I said against his lips when he pulled away a bit so we could catch our breath.
“I know,” he said, placing another quick, hard kiss against my mouth.
“I wouldn’t cheat on you,” I confessed. I would never. I didn’t know why I’d said that. Or maybe I did know. I was angry, and I wanted to make him angry too.
“I know,” he said again, cupping my cheek.
His hand came down between our bodies until he got to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up my body, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt him touch my sensitive skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying to calm myself down.”
I pressed the flat of my palm against his chest, feeling his heartbeat when he got the dress off me. “And you think sex is going to help?”
One eyebrow raised at that. “Who said anything about sex?”
I frowned. “Then why are you taking my clothes off?”
He didn’t say anything. He palmed my breast, looking down at my face. “Do you have any idea how it felt when I heard you were missing?”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t even think I was breathing until we found you in that room, and even then, I didn’t know if you were hurt or scared, or hell, anything. I wanted to rip every one of those bastards to pieces. And you fucking told Damien to let them go.”
The last sentence was said quietly. Calmly.
I cupped his cheek. “I’m okay. And you’re okay.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not. But I fucking will be.”
“What?” I asked about his cryptic words. He didn’t answer me. He leaned down and took my nipple between his lips, sucking on it and looking up to meet my eyes.