Vicious Protector by Maggie Cole

7

Adrian

Sergey doesn't stay longafter he realizes I have company. When he leaves, I take some deep breaths. He told me he saw his ex, Eloise, with Wes Petrov at a private club. The uneasiness I feel whenever I hear the Petrov name crawls through my skin. I pace the penthouse. I can't go into the bedroom. I'm on the edge of spiraling, and I don't trust myself around Skylar right now.

I step out on the balcony from the other side of the house. I end up pacing, then staring out over the darkness of Lake Michigan.

Why was Eloise with Wes Petrov?

I can't wait to watch Wes take his last breath.

His thug that held my printsessa down will look into my eyes when he dies, too.

Skylar's arms circle around my waist, and her body wraps around my back.

I close my eyes, attempting to calm further, then put my hands over hers. I spin into her. She's naked, her teeth are chattering, and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever come across. I tug her into me. "You're freezing."

She looks up. Her magenta hair flies with the breeze, and her dark-blue eyes pin mine. She reaches for my cheek. "Adrian, is everything okay?"

I don't answer her. If I did, I would have to lie to her. I can't tell her what I will do to Wes or his thug who held her down against her will. I learned my lesson in the past about what happens when a woman learns about who you really are and what you are capable of doing. It doesn't matter if that woman loves you or not. The truth destroys everything. She must never see or learn about the monster within me. If she did, any positive feelings she has for me would vanish. And if she ever does grow to love me, it won't change reality, so I'll still have to keep it from her.

As much as I can't tell her the truth, I also don't want to lie to her. Instead of answering her, I dip down and lick her lips, then slowly work my way between the seam until she opens her mouth and grazes her tongue against mine.

I kiss her while moving her backward until we're in the bedroom. "Get under the covers, my printsessa."

"Are you coming to bed?"

"Yes. Let me close the doors."

"But it's nice."

I rub my hand over her cold ass cheeks. "Yes, but you're an icicle. And in a few hours, the sun is coming up, so let me open the blackout shades." I hold the blanket out, and she gets in. I tuck it around her, kiss her forehead, then shut the pane of glass and release the window treatments. When I turn back to her, her head sits propped on her fist, and she's smiling.

I drop my shorts, and she bites her lip. I say, "You look super happy right now."

"I am."

I slide under the sheet and tug her on top of me, palming her cold ass. "Are you always this happy in the middle of the night?"

Her grin gets bigger. "Maybe. I guess you'll have to test your theory on a different night."

There's a strange feeling in my chest. I'm not used to it and haven't felt it in over a decade. I try to ignore it and focus on Skylar. "Maybe you should stay all weekend."

She inhales a large breath and holds it. Time seems to stand still. I begin to wonder if I shouldn't have said it.

I'm not into playing games.

Maybe I freaked her out.

She slowly exhales and slides her hands over my shoulders between my back and the mattress. Her lips come near my ear. "If I stayed the weekend, will your back be able to handle it?"

"Sergey said you should put some antiseptic on them," I tease.

Her face turns crimson, and she buries her face in the pillow. She groans. "Oh no! I'm never going to be able to look at him again."

I softly chuckle and move her hair to the side. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, then move to her chin. "He doesn't know it was you."

She lifts her head. "No?"

"No."

"You...you didn't want him to know about us?"

I shake my head. "I didn't know if you wanted him to know. So no, I didn't tell him."

"Okay. Thank you. I don't care if he knows about us...assuming...um..."

"Assuming this isn't a one-off thing?" I finish for her. My gut flips at the thought. I already know I don’t want a temporary thing with Skylar.

Her blush deepens. "Yes."

I kiss her, using every skill I have to steal all her breath until she's panting in my mouth. I tug her over me then murmur, "Does this feel like a one-off thing to you?"

She breathlessly admits, "No. God, no."

I pull her back on me. "Good. Now, can we return to my back?"

Her lips curve up. "You mean if you can handle me staying the weekend?"

I smirk. "I can be rather creative, my printsessa."

She traces my chin. "Like how?"

I murmur, "Oh, you naughty, naughty girl."

"How have I been naughty?"

I flip her on her stomach then cage my body around hers. I put my mouth on her cheek. "You haven't yet. But you're about to be." I trace my fingers over the curve of her waist, and she shivers. My head dips to her ass cheeks. I kiss each one then take the flat part of my tongue and drag it up her spine.

"Holy shit," she whispers.

I nuzzle the curve of her neck and murmur, "Turn over, my printsessa. Time to be naughty."

She softly laughs and turns so she's on her back. She tilts her head and smiles. "Like this?"

"Yep." I reach over and flip the switch for the fireplace. It's on the wall across from the bed. The room erupts in a warm glow. I tuck her hair behind her ear and give her a chaste kiss. She hungrily tries to lick me when I pull back. I'm only an inch from her lips, but I hold her down. "I want to watch."

She raises her eyebrows. "Watch?"

I purse my lips together and nod. "Yeah, my printsessa." I take her hands. I position one over her breast and the other over her pussy. "Show me what you do when no one is watching."

"Umm..."

I widen her legs then bend down and kiss her inner thigh. I put my hand on top of hers and manipulate it on her breast. After her nipple is hard, I move my hand to the one on her sex. I lock eyes with her and slide her fingers through her wet folds, noticing the way her chest rises and falls faster with every soft breath she takes.

I lick her thigh, right to the edge of her pussy. Inhaling deeply, I hold her scent in my lungs before releasing it. I lie on my shoulder, with my head between her legs, and stare at her fingers.

"Are you enjoying this?" she asks.

"Very much. Do you know how beautiful your pussy is?"

"No," she says, as if I'm joking.

I kiss her finger, which is circling her clit. "I don't lie, especially not about pussy." I hold her hand so she can't move it, flick the tip of my tongue, then lightly suck on her clit. She gasps, and I pull back. "Slow, my printsessa." I move her hand at the speed I want it. "Isn't that good?"

Her face flushes. "Yes."

I glide my finger into her, curling and swiping. "Good. I didn't say you could come yet. I only said to show me."

She looks at me confused, but it's short-lived. She whispers, "Oh God."

"Pull on your nipple."

She tugs lightly on it.

I slide my finger out of her then put it in front of her mouth. "Lick it and tug harder," I demand.

She obeys, desperately licking my finger and moaning.

"Good, my naughty little printsessa." I kneel on the mattress, sitting on my feet. I flip her on her stomach then pull her on me, with her ass against my erection. I hold her flush to my torso, move her hair to the side, and growl in her ear, "I didn't say stop touching yourself."

She turns her head. Her heavy eyes meet mine. I steal her lips and place my hand over hers. It's already working her clit, but I slow her down. I wet my finger in her juices then slide it back into her mouth.

"Show me how naughty you are, my printsessa."

She tries to slide on my cock, but I don't let her.

"Show me how you come." I take her free arm and bend it in the air then guide it around my shoulder so she's gripping my head. I watch everything from my angle behind her. The red in her cheeks grows. It makes the blue in her eyes pop. Her fingers expertly work the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her plump, juicy lips suck on my finger while her sinful tongue flicks against it.

"That's it, my printsessa."

Labored breaths, blinking long eyelashes, and dewy skin make my veins bubble with heat. I pull my finger out and kiss her, urgently circling my tongue in her mouth. She whimpers, and her body shakes.

I slide one arm over her chest, holding her shoulder. The other hand, I wrap around the front of her waist and clutch her hip. I thrust into her. "Fuuuuuck," I groan.

"Adrian...oh...oh God!" she cries out as her inner walls spasm on my shaft.

I slide my hand over hers. "Keep going. Don't stop."

"Oh...Adrian..." she cries out.

I grip her hips and guide her movements as she grinds on me, over and over. I kiss her trembling jaw while watching her eyes roll. "That's it, my printsessa. You're so beautiful, baby."

Her body collapses on mine. She becomes a rag doll, trembling in my arms. I suck on her chin, and when she can't pleasure herself anymore, she shoves her fingers in my face, and I suck on her juices.

She whimpers, with her mouth in an O. A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek. I thrust over and over until I finally slam her on me harder, and she spasms so violently on my cock, I detonate inside her. I grumble in Russian, "You're perfect, my printsessa."

In our aftermath, we don't move. My arms stay pretzeled around her. We try to catch our breath. I pull my head out of the crook of her neck to face her. "I love your lips," I admit and lick her bottom one.

She smiles and releases her arm, lowering it from my head.

I flip her on her back and pull the covers over her.

"Hey!" She laughs.

I slide next to her and tug her into my arms. "What's your natural hair color?"

She gasps as if shocked. "Are you trying to tell me you don't think pink is my normal color?"

I pull a lock of her hair in the air. "You can't tell. It's right up to your roots." I release it. "I like it, but what's your real color?"

"Blonde."

I chuckle. "A natural blonde wanting to color her hair. Imagine that."

She turns into me. "I know. I'm crazy, right?"

I peck her on the lips. "No. You're creative and unique. It's one of the reasons you intrigue me."

She raises an amused eyebrow. "I intrigue you?"

I trace my finger along her hairline. "Yes. Why do you seem surprised?"

She shrugs. "I'm pretty much 'what you see is what you get.'" She yawns.

I shake my head. "No. You're nothing of the sort, my printsessa." I kiss her. "Go to sleep."

She reaches for my face then bites her lip. Her eyes bore into mine.

"What is it?" I ask.

A small smile plays on her lips. "I'm glad I came home with you."

I can't stop the grin that overpowers my face. I kiss her again. "I'm beyond happy you came home with me. Now turn over and go to sleep."

She scoots onto her side and curls up to my body. I kiss her shoulder and tug her closer to me. As I fall asleep, the scent of salted caramel and pears flares in my nostrils.

Nothing has ever felt so perfect.