Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(34)

I had to make her know the time for dark secrets and half-assed omissions was done. I had to make her realize that she was mine, damn it, mine 'til I was as dead and gone as her old man, mine 'til I saw her smile a hundred times for very fucking tear I'd pulled from her eyes.

Mine because I was her entire damned world now, lover and guardian and best friend, everything a normal husband was supposed to be.#p#分页标题#e#

Too bad this would never be an ordinary marriage. We killed and loved harder than the ninety-nine percent of the boring world outside, true. In the end, it didn't really fucking matter.

If there was a way to bring peace to her heart and make her forget the pain and blood that dead motherfucker had caused her, I was gonna find it. I'd prove my demon ass to her by proving she didn't have a single thing to worry about anymore.

The blood stained past was behind us, and God willing, it was gonna stay that way.

In the morning, I woke to her stirring in my arms. I breathed deep, inhaling her scent, wondering how the fuck she still smelled so good after all that.

Shouldn't a girl smell like sulfur after being plunged as deep in hell as her?

“Hey,” I whispered, wrapping my arms tighter, pulling her close. “You feeling better today?”

She stared at me with the same cold eyes as yesterday, dark and uncertain.

“I can't believe he's gone, David. Can't believe you did what you did...”

“Believe it, babe. All that shit's over, now and forever. We can finally get on with our lives.” My jaw tightened up when I felt her shake. “Don't waste time mourning his evil ass. Father or not, the man was a bastard, and I'm glad he's dead. I'd kill that fuck a hundred times over for what he did to you, love. Anything for our future.”

She snorted. “And what kinda future is that? I don't even know my past and I'm not sure about my present. Where am I going if I don't know who the hell I am? Where I belong?”

Hard questions deserve hard fucking answers. Growling, I yanked her closer, burying her pretty face in my chest. Then I leaned to her ear, oozing hot breath several times before I spoke, focused on burning away the chill inside her.

“You listen to me, Anna. I'll tell you exactly who you are: you're a fucking Strelkov now. Says it right there on the legal papers I signed when you thought I was Satan. You're my wife, a babe. Mine and only fucking mine. I'm giving you a second chance, a whole life to figure out who you want to be, as long as you're here, right where you belong.”

She released a soft moan as my hands clasped her ass and squeezed, rolling her hips into mine.

Mine. Fuck yeah, I said it a lot, and I'd keep on saying it too.

Every time I said that damned word, my fire crackled higher, brighter, more certain than ever before. Hearing it, saying it, feeling it reminded me I was duty bound to keep this girl's heart in one piece, forever bound to – you guessed it – mine.

“You wanna know where you're supposed to be? Who you are?” I brushed my stubble against her cheek, satisfied when she gave a little shiver. “You already know you're pressed up against me. Stop acting like you don't have a fucking clue. And if you need a reminder, just lay back and listen to my dick. You feel that, baby girl? You get it now?”

I thrust my hips, rocking deliciously against hers, dragging my length right against her mound, hoping to graze her clit.

Bullzeye.

Her fingernails dug into my neck and her whole body jumped with pleasure. I rocked harder, making her moan a little more loudly.

Good. She wasn't too sad and fucked up to screw. I figured out a long time ago that fucking was the best medicine around, a thousand times more potent than heartfelt talks or knocking back venom in a shot glass.

That shit was fine for lesser men. For me, the only thing that talked was skin-on-fucking-skin, hot and raw and real. Not an inch of room for lies.

“Tell me you know what I'm talking about. You don't need to hide shit anymore. I'm not gonna jerk you around like your dead old man or keep shit from you. Look at me, Anna.” I let one hand roam her body, rising off her ass, slowly circling its way up to her cheek as she craned her face up, resting her chin on my eagle tat.#p#分页标题#e#

“You need to focus on feeling, babe. Focus on this.” I rocked harder, rubbing so deep I hit her clit through her skirt and panties. “Let it all go. You ever start to wonder who you are or where you belong, then tell me so I can remind you, just like I am now. You're mine, girl, and you're right here underneath me. You'll figure out exactly who you are when you're flat on your back, legs spread, filled to the fucking brim...you're my wife, dammit. And that means you can be whoever the fuck you want, Anna, whenever you're not busy squirming on my cock.”