Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Win
Of all the things she might have said… “He’s what?”
“My father,” she shrugs. “How sad is it that the hitman father is a huge improvement over the Bratva kingpin?”
“I watched him shoot my fiancée.”
She cringes. “I have to tell you something else.”
“What?” I grate out harshly. With Ivan, we were united. She hated him, I hated him, we both wanted him dead.
But it’s different with Sver. The idea she might have a different father, a real father. My hand clenches.
I have every intention of killing Sver, with my bare hands if necessary.
“I’m in love with you.”
Those words punch at my gut, my mouth dropping open. “Kitten,” I grate out, feeling things inside me tear.
“I don’t expect those words to change anything, but I wanted you to know all the same.” She nips at her lips, her eyes finally meeting mine.
Our feelings change everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. “I love you, too.”
The color drains from her face before she crawls back into my lap, curling up into a tight ball.
The silence stretches out between us, the beat of her heart thumping against my chest.
Neither of us is talking, because once again, we’re working opposite ends of circumstances.
She finally stirs in my arms. “Did you make it to your bridal event?”
“My what?”
“Your event…the one you lied to me about and told me was work.”
My chin jerks back. Marrying Katarina is going to be a real lesson. Because there is little that gets by her and even less that she won’t directly call me out on. “I did not have a bridal event today. I have already chosen a bride.”
“Oh,” she whispers. I feel the shiver that moves through her body. “I’m very happy for you.”
“And I only lied to protect you.”
“I don’t want lies.”
“Noted. If it makes you feel any better, I wish I hadn’t kept the truth from you. You would have been in far less danger if I’d told you the truth.”
“What’s the truth?”
“I went to meet your father.”
She sits up then, slapping my arm, the uninjured one. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”
“Because you make a habit of rushing headlong into danger.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I’d tell you that’s my problem, but I do recall you bailing me out of a few recent debacles.”
That makes my lips curl up. How does she manage to so easily pull a smile from my lips? I relax back on the couch, closing my eyes. “What do you want me to do about Sver?”
“I’d rather hear about this bride you’ve chosen,” she responds, sounding…hurt.
I open my eyes, a small chuckle falling from my lips. “I’ve chosen you.”
Her head whips back her eyes going wide. “What?”
My brow furrows. “You were there when I told him to report you as my fiancée.”
Her eyes are wide as her lips form a small O. “I know, but I just assumed it was a cover. Not you’re actual intention.”
“You are going to be my wife.”
That pulls her lips into a frown. “Win, it is customary to ask, not just…proclaim.”
That makes a full-on bark of laughter escape my lips, which hurts like hell. When I manage to stop, I look at the stunning woman on my lap, who matches me. Challenges me in ways I’d never dreamed possible. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she answers simply, leaning forward to kiss my lips. She tastes as good as she feels and if we weren’t both nursing bullet wounds, I’d make love to her right now. She lifts her head. “And now to discuss Sver.”
That bursts my little bubble of joy. “What would you like to discuss?”
“What you intend to do about him.”
“He isn’t coming for Christmas. I don’t care if he’s your father or not.”
“Christmas?”
I let out a long sigh. “I won’t kill him if you don’t want me to. But I can’t have a relationship with him, and I’d prefer that you didn’t either.”
“Prefer?” she whispers.
“Katarina, I’m not fool enough to tell you what to do. It’s why I lied about your father in the first place.” I rub a hand along my jaw. “Though I would appreciate it if you tried to resist the urge to find trouble. You’ve got a real knack for it, and I—”
But I’m cut off as her lips crash down on me. “I love you, Winston Smith. Nobody gets me like you do.”
I reach for her face, pulling her mouth back down to mine. “Same,” I say against her lips and then kiss her again.
Fuck the wound in my side. I need to be inside her.
She must feel the same, because with one hand, she tugs at the button of my trousers, nearly breaking the zipper.
Somehow, we manage get out of enough of her clothes that she can straddle my lap.
She sinks down on my raging cock, both of us sighing when I’m fully seated inside her.
I use my uninjured side to help her slide back up, not wanting her to use her injured arm.
My side twitches in pain but I ignore it, the feel of her silk wrapped around me worth every twinge. “It doesn’t hurt too much does it, kitten?”
“No,” she gasps, sinking back down on me. “You feel so good and I like a little pain with my pleasure.”
My nostrils flare as I lift her off my cock again.
I never mind treating my lady gently, but I know that Katarina and I are going to have some wild times and I can’t fucking wait.
My cock swells inside her just thinking about it, and I know she feels it, the way she gasps.
“I like a little pain too, but let’s make this one quick so we don’t do any more damage.”
“Yes,” she hisses in my ear and picks up the pace. It’s fast and greasy, our grunts as subdued as we can keep them considering the volume of people on this plane.
But when Katarina gets close, her moans get louder, and I’m pretty sure I see one of the medical staff peek out, likely trying to make sure she’s not hurt.
But I smile into her neck as she arches her back, taking me all the way inside her, her gasping moan filling my ear as she breaks apart on my cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my own orgasm hits me like a fucking train. I fill her with my cum, knowing that this is just the beginning.
I hold her body close, kissing her damp skin. Katarina is my everything.
I meant what I said about Sver. I won’t kill him, if it’s that important to her. She is my first priority.
And I’ll never lie again.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t pay a price. He deserves whatever justice I send his way.
I only hope she understands.