Beautiful Beast - Page 107

Was it destiny that I was there to save her? Was our fate sealed by my choice? Or did the unyielding kismet guide her skillfully to me all these years later?

Vasilisa tugs my hair as she arches her back, coming undone in my arms. I finally let go, filling her with my cum. Our labored breaths echo through the space around us. I gently caress my wife’s face. My beauty. In the arms of a beast.

“I think that fairy tales exist, after all, vespetta. And I believe, I owe you a present.”

“What are you talking about,” she pants. “What present?”

I smile. “A library.”

“We’re here!” I announce and, squeezing Rafael’s hand in mine, step into the entry hall.

My father approaches us, his face grim, suddenly stopping just an arm’s length away. His eyes slide over my visage—and I can’t help but wonder if my makeup is smudged—then drop to my blouse. I glance down and cringe. I seem to have missed one of the buttons. And my skirt is askew. Shit. I quickly adjust the hem, but there’s nothing I can do about the shirt. I’ll just have to play it cool and hope this dinner doesn’t end in bloodshed.

“Um . . . Hi, Dad,” I chirp, grinning widely.

A strange growling sound erupts from Roman Petrov’s throat, and I have no doubt we’ve just landed in the hot seat. Dad’s nostrils flare, and he turns his menacing glare on my husband. “You have a death wish, De Santi?”

I close my eyes and take a calming breath. If they start waving their guns and punching each other, I’m leaving.

“I see you’re still as dramatic as ever . . . Dad,” Rafael deadpans.

Oh God . . .

The look on my father’s face turns homicidal. He takes a step forward, nearly bumping Rafael’s chest. “You do not call me ‘Dad,’ you thieving motherfucker! I swear, I’m going to—”

“Yeah, I know. You’re going to kill me in a very unpleasant way.” Rafael moves past my father, tapping him on the shoulder as we pass. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“You promised you’d behave,” I murmur as we head toward the dining room.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

Rafael’s lips curve into a devilish smirk. “No. Not even a little bit.”

“He’s still coming to terms with everything. Maybe if you would— Rafael!” I squeak, quickly pushing his hand away. He just squeezed my ass while my dad was watching!

“What?”

“Please, can we all put in a bit of effort, so this evening doesn’t unravel into a disaster, and actually have a good time?”

Rafael throws a glance over his shoulder. I follow his gaze and wince. My dad is still standing by the front door, his eyes wide like a maniac’s as he glares back at my husband.

“I’m already having a great time.” Rafael wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me to his chest. “And it’s only going to get better.”

His mouth slams against mine with such force that I shriek. Everything else becomes insignificant, as usual, when my husband kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze his neck, kissing him back as if there’s no tomorrow. Rafael keeps his hand on my chin, holding my head steady while ravishing my lips with his.

“Oh, there you are, lovebirds,” my mom chirps behind me. “The food is getting cold.”

I quickly break the kiss and practically slide down Rafael’s body.

“Um, hey, Mom. Yeah, we’re coming. But you may need to get Dad a tranquilizer.” I grab Rafael’s hand and drag him into the dining room.

Yulia is already seated at the table, fiddling with her phone. Aunt Angelina is sitting across from her.

“Where’s everyone else?” I ask, looking at the empty seats.

“Sergei will come shortly.” Angelina smiles. “He had to drop off a change of clothes for Alexei and Sasha. They’ve been arrested.”