Beautiful Beast - Page 83

He slides his cock into my channel, no further than an inch, and stops. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Damn you,” I moan. “Yes, I’ll wear your fucking shirt.”

His cock plunges inside me with such force that I choke on my breath and fall apart into infinite tiny pieces.

* * *

Steam saturates the air as it rises from the enormous bathtub, fogging the bathroom mirror and the window. I close my eyes and lean my chin on my knees while Rafael strokes my back, drawing random patterns along my spine.

“You have breadcrumbs in your hair.”

“Hmm, must be because you chose to lay me out on the table like a breakfast spread while you fucked my pussy with your mouth.”

“I don’t remember you complaining at the time.” He takes one of my tangled tresses between his fingers. “Why does your hair smell like baby powder?”

“It’s the soap. I didn’t want to smell like you.”

His arms wrap around my middle, pulling me to his chest. The next moment, he leans back, fully submerging us both.

I spit the water from my mouth after he allows us to surface and mumble, “I guess, this means you’re not a fan of my new fragrance.”

“You’re correct.”

Behind me, there’s the distinct sound of a bottle being uncapped, and then his hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp, as the scent of his shampoo envelops me.

“This doesn’t change a thing between us, Rafael,” I whisper.

“I know.”

He turns on the shower wand and begins rinsing my hair. I tilt my head and close my eyes while he rakes his fingers through my strands, his ministrations incredibly gentle. Cherishing. Tender. The ache in my chest is unbearable. I can’t let this man have my heart. Even though I want to. I want to so damn much. But I’m afraid he’ll crush that fragile muscle so terribly that there will be nothing left of it in the end.

“You win, vespetta.”

“Win what?”

A kiss lands on my shoulder blade. “You’re going home.”

Air gets stuck in my throat. Slowly, I turn around and meet his gaze. “You’ll take me to Chicago?”

“Yes.” He cocks his head to the side. “I thought you’d be ecstatic.”

“I am. It’s just . . .” I stare at him in confusion. “Last night, you threatened to wipe out my family. Is this another one of your games?”

“No. You’ll be home within forty-eight hours.”

I laugh and leap on him, splashing water all around the bathroom.

“We need to come up with some story for my dad,” I say into his lips between kisses. “I don’t think he’d be thrilled that I was kidnapped.”

“I’m sure he won’t be.”

“We’ll think of something. I can’t wait for you to meet my sister. Yulia is the only normal person in our family.” I kiss his chin. “God, I hope Sergei won’t be there when we arrive. I don’t want to shock you right away.”

“Very few things can shock me, Vasilisa. And I’ve already met your uncle.”

I lean back. “What? When?”

“We’re in the same line of business, so our paths have crossed more than once. He really is something else.”