Russian Bad Boy's Untouched Love (12 page)

“Mary, please.” Vlad gently turned her onto her back, searching for the entry or exit point. There seemed to be blood everywhere. “Say something, sweetheart.”

“Getting shot sucks.” The sound of her reedy voice nearly made him buckle with relief.

“Where are you hit?” he demanded.

“My shoulder, I think.”

“Okay.” He took off his jacket and pressed it against her bloody shirt. “I’m going to carry you back to the car.”

“Vlad?”

“Yeah?” He hefted her tiny form into his arms and started back toward the Yukon at a run. He was hoping his fifteen minutes weren’t up. If Yuri had already left, Vlad was going to kill him.

“Am I going to die?” she asked in a very businesslike manner.

“No.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He gritted his teeth. “Because I’m not going to allow it.”

She touched his cheek, the feel of her soft skin almost undoing him. “You are very bossy.”

“Damn right.”

“What happened to the boys?” She acted as if she were about to leap out of his arms to go check on them.

“They’re fine. I promise.”

“That’s good then,” she whispered. “Nothing else matters.”

“No, Mary,” Vlad told her softly. “
You
matter.”

Chapter Fifteen

Mary was very sick and tired of being injured. She had been off work for nearly a week now and the down time was driving her crazy. Now standing on tiptoe in her kitchen, she was trying like hell to reach a bowl on the third shelf without moving her injured shoulder too much.

“Hey!” Vlad entered the kitchen from the back door. “You shouldn’t be doing that. Let me help.”

“Ugh.” She scowled at him. “I’m tired of people helping. You and your men are driving me crazy. I can hardly go take a pee without someone thinking I need help.”

“My guys had better not be offering to help you take a pee,” Vlad said sternly.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I am.”

She sighed, feeling frustrated. “Well I’m still sick and tired of all the mollycoddling.”

His quizzical expression actually made her laugh. “I need a translation.”

“See this?” She waved her hand to indicate his presence in her house. “This thing that you’re doing is mollycoddling.”

“What?” He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. “Taking care of you?”

“I don’t
want
to be taken care of. I want to be capable of caring for myself.” She pulled away. “I’m useless.”

“You’re far from useless, my love. You’re injured. The two things are hardly the same.”

She was about to argue with him and then she realized what he’d called her. “Why did you say that?”

“Why did I say what?”

“My love.” Her heart was pounding like a drum. “Why did you call me that?”

“Because you are.”

The simple statement made her almost breathless with shock. “You love me?”

“How could I not?” He cupped her face, the tenderness of the touch completely at odds with a man who could so easily take another life. “You are everything I am not. You’re goodness and light in a world that has always been dark. I love you with every fiber of this heart.” He pressed her palm to his chest as if to underscore that incredible confession.

“I never,” she began, but couldn’t finish. “I’ve never said anything like that to anyone before. Not since I was a child anyway.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s not a conditional state of being.” He smiled down at her.

“No.” She pursed her lips, feeling as though this were the most important thing she’d ever done. “I want to tell you how I feel. I’ve been holding back because—well—because sometimes what I feel is so big. And after everything that happened I’m a little scared.”

“I am too.” He plucked her off the floor and cradled her in his arms as though she weighed nothing. “I almost lost you.”

“Then maybe we need to live every single day like this might be the last one we have,” she suggested.

“If that’s the case, I want to live the rest of this one in bed.” His teasing tone belied the intensity in his gaze.

Mary didn’t say anything else. She simply put her lips against his and let their kiss do the talking. The taste of him was exquisite. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and rubbed it against his until he was making guttural noises that were such a turn on she could already tell that her pussy was soaking wet.

“Vlad?” She pulled away only long enough to tell him what she wanted. “Take me to bed. Please?”

He didn’t require any more convincing. Vlad carried her back to her bedroom, nipping and sucking at her neck and her uninjured shoulder as he did. The tingling sensation of his lips and teeth made her whimper with need. His embrace felt so good. She’d never expected to be so comfortable with anyone like she was with him. It was as if this was the one person she belonged with. She was his and he was hers, and that was more than enough.

Vlad laid her on the bed gently. Her shoulder gave just a little twinge of pain, but it was gone the instant he began stripping her out of her clothing. Her yoga pants and loose T-shirt were gone almost before she realized he had peeled them off. Then he took her calves in his hands and gently kneaded the tight muscles.

She relaxed into his care, allowing him to touch her skin everywhere. The warm feel of his hands was intoxicating. And when he spread the full lips of her sex to very carefully brush one finger through her silky wetness, she was more than ready for him.

“I need you so badly,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Not yet, my love.” He pressed a kiss to her belly. “I want to pleasure you just a little longer. I want you to come for me.”

She might have argued that she wanted to come with his cock inside her, but he chose that moment to spread her wide and blow ever so gently on her swollen folds. Mary gasped and arched her back. Twisting her fingers in the sheets she felt her inner muscles clench with desire.

Vlad carefully used his fingers to manipulate her clit. He circled the tiny bundle of nerves before moving lower to tease her opening. Mary gasped in delight and felt the first blush of an orgasm steal through her body.

He continued to stroke her wetness. The sound of his fingers touching her flesh filled the room. She could even smell her own arousal. Strangely enough, it was a turn on. She loved it that he could get this sort of response from her body.

Liquid heat slipped through her veins. Every muscle in her body tensed as she neared her peak. Closing her eyes, Mary let the sensation of fulfillment wash over her. When she shattered she screamed Vlad’s name until her throat was raw. A kaleidoscope of light burst behind her eyelids and she thought she might actually levitate off the bed.

VLAD’S COCK FELT as if it were clawing at the fly of his jeans. Watching Mary come was an erotic sight he could only stand for so long before he had to give in to his desire to possess her fully. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched in wave after wave of involuntary contractions as her climax ripped through her body.

He could feel each and every single movement as she began to come down from the heights of passion. Vlad allowed her a little bit of time to recover. Shucking his own clothing, he lay beside her on the bed and savored the sensation of having nothing between them but skin.

“You make me crazy,” she whispered. “It’s like flying off a cliff and soaring right to the heavens.”

“Good.” He could hardly hold back the satisfaction in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“My shoulder?” She barely seemed to register the injury. “No, not at all. And you sure as hell better not be done.”

“Never.”

He rolled to his side and gave her a deep, drugging kiss. She strained to get closer to him, one of her legs crossing over his as she undulated against him. The wetness of the hair between her legs brushed over the hard shaft of his cock. He groaned in response, unable to control the thrusting of his hips.

“Come on, Vlad,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you inside me. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

The work fuck coming from her sweet lips was crazy erotic in and of itself. Mary’s innocence had burned away to reveal a woman confident in what she wanted both in and out of the bedroom. Truly she was a force to be reckoned with.

Vlad put one hand beneath her thigh and spread her wide while she still lay on her side. She gasped in delight when he palmed his cock and let the head slide against her swollen pussy. The slick feel of her was a sweet kind of torture. He groaned as his cock throbbed with the need to be buried inside her.

“God that feels good!” she moaned.

He felt the end of his cock catch against her entrance. Unable to hold back, he thrust forward and penetrated her with one long stroke. The angle created all new friction inside her body. She clenched tight around him and he felt her almost instantly melt into orgasm.

“Vlad!”

The sound of her calling his name was almost too much. Vlad used his hips to keep a steady rhythm. He wanted her to find her third peak, to feel the ultimate satisfaction of coming at the same time.

Nothing existed but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The wet noises of their flesh slapping together was punctuated by their ragged breathing. Vlad’s heart pounded so hard that he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Then she arched her back just enough to send his cock even deeper inside her body. He felt the smoothness of her G-spot against the tip of his cock and knew he was done.

“Come for me, Mary. Give me what I need right now.”

Mary almost instantly responded to his desperate request. Her moan dissolved into a high-pitched wail as everything inside her clamped down hard on his cock. The long vein in Vlad’s shaft pulsed as his seed spilled into Mary’s warm, willing body. He spent himself completely, until his arms were shaking with the effort of holding their position.

Mary was gasping and panting. Her fingers clutched his shoulders so tightly that her nails were digging into his skin. Vlad liked it. There was an element of possessiveness in the idea of carrying her scratch marks on his body. As if he had gained another tattoo, this one a testament of love.

She flopped to the mattress, wincing a little as her shoulder hit the wadded up blanket. Vlad gently pulled her close, trying to keep her from further injuring herself. Perhaps this protectiveness was instinct, plain and simple. There was nothing that meant more to him than keeping Mary safe and sound.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered.

“Actually I was considering getting a new tattoo.”

“Oh.” Her momentary surprise lapsed into silence and he could practically hear her thinking.

“Yes?” he prompted. “You’ve obviously got an opinion.”

“Don’t I always?”

“I would hope so,” he retorted. “Your opinion means far more than anyone else’s. That means I need to know what it is whenever possible.”

“I was just thinking that I might like to get a tattoo.” She idly traced the shape of the crow on his ribs. The tickling sensation was rather pleasant.

“Is that right?” he mused, liking the idea. “Have you thought of what you might like your tattoo to look like?”

“It can’t be generic.” She made an adorable little moue with her mouth as if she were really giving it serious thought. “What if I got a crow to match yours?”

Vlad groaned. “Tell me you’re not afraid you’ll need something to ferry your soul to the land of the dead anytime soon.”

“I hope not!” Her giggle soon died into something that seemed an awful lot like introspective thought. “But sometimes I’m afraid I might need to find a crow to go searching for your soul.”

“Like I might be lost?”

“You lead a dangerous life, Vlad.”

“Life is dangerous. Period,” he pointed out. “You almost got killed on a field trip with second graders.”

“You’re absolutely right,” she agreed. “My job is far more dangerous than yours.”

“I do think your job takes more talent.” The idea made him chuckle. “You need more diplomacy.”

“In all seriousness though.” She gazed into his face and he could not look away. “I don’t want us to keep anything from each other. Ever. Life
is
dangerous. I’m willing to fight for what we have. Even if it means chasing down every crow I can find just to save your soul.”

It was probably the most beautiful sentiment he’d ever heard and the next words out of his mouth were as natural as breathing. “Then be my wife, Mary Reilly. Complete my life and blend your soul with mine.”

“Name the time and place,” she whispered. “And I’ll be there.”

Vlad kissed her then, feeling as if he had finally found the missing piece that tied his entire existence together.

THE END

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