Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(35)

Her breath caught in her throat. She tensed, curled her fingers into a tight fist and tried to pull her hand away. “No. I know what you’re going to do and you can’t.”



“I have to. You’re mine. You know you’re mine. There isn’t going to be another woman.” He leaned over her. Close. His mouth inches from hers. His gaze holding her captive. “Can you still feel me inside of you?”



“Yes.” The admission was low.



“I can still feel you wrapped around me. Tight and hot, Giacinta. You’re in my bones now. Inside me. That isn’t going away for either one of us. Open your fingers.”



She narrowed her eyes at him. “You get that I’m not a submissive woman, right? I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.”



“You get that I’m a dominant man, right?” he countered. “Being dominant doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. I don’t tell my woman to do something she doesn’t want to do, and you want this every bit as much as I do. More, we need it. You’re going after the man who betrayed your family…”



Her breath hissed out. “How do you know that? No one knows that.”



“No one but you, me and your uncle,” he corrected. “Open your fingers, Giacinta. I’m told this hurts for a moment, but then it’s over and we’re connected psychically. If I’m close, you can call me just by pressing your thumb into the middle of your palm. More, we can speak telepathically, which will help when we go after the man you need to kill and the Sorbacovs.”



“You’re going to be so annoying.” She stilled her hand and allowed her palm to face him. “Just so you know, I can be equally as annoying.”



“I don’t doubt that for one minute.” His grin flashed at her there in the dark.



His palm came up and he pushed air toward her and with it the energy rising like a tidal wave from his deepest core. She felt the zap like an electrical shock hit her palm and she cried out with surprise, while little sparks danced in the air between their open hands. She saw the mark, two intertwined circles blazing in the middle of her palm, fiery red and then golden before beginning to fade. Her skin itched all over her palm as the images faded. She could see the marks burned deep into his hand as well.



“I told my sisters I wouldn’t let a Prakenskii claim me and now I’m a liar,” she said with a little sigh. She pressed her head back into the pillows and smiled up at him. “I hope you know what we’re doing, because I don’t have a clue.”



“We’re going to find a way to come out of this alive. I hadn’t planned on that when I made up my mind to take out the Sorbacovs, but now that I’ve found you, I have to figure it out.” He brought her palm to the warm of his mouth and pressed a kiss into the faded image. “I’m sorry. I know that hurt. And I should have been more careful of your first time. I lost complete control.”



She smiled at him, looking more temptress than angel. “I loved that you lost control, and I hope it happens many more times.” She pulled his hand to her and pressed her own kiss over the mark. “I didn’t have an exit plan either, not really. I didn’t hold out much hope of survival, but the Sorbacovs put out a hit on the men in my family. I lost one family, I won’t lose another.”



“I’m good at what I do, malyshka. I’ve been in the business full-time. I know you’re used to working solo. I am as well, but if we do this together, I think we have a much better chance of survival.”



Lissa nodded slowly, her gaze turning thoughtful. Clearly, she accepted him already. It would be difficult for her to allow him to take the lead on accomplishing their goals, just as it would be for him to let her take the lead. It would take a little practice, learning to work together before they were ready to take on her first priority.



“Do you have everything you need to go after the man who betrayed your family?” Casimir kept his voice gentle. She had a difficult time talking about her family. Her body went tense and she avoided his eyes whenever the subject was brought up. He ran his hand up and down the curve of her bare hip soothingly.



“His name is Cosmos Agosto. He was young, just nineteen when my father hired him. He was really good-looking, at least to a six-year-old. My father and mother took him under their wing and made him a part of the family. I liked to spend time with him. He was really funny. He ate nearly every meal with us, and my parents really cared about him. If I wanted to play outside, if I was with him, none of the other men came with me, and I liked that. To this day, I’m uncomfortable with bodyguards.”