Chapter 51
ISABELLA
Slade’s arms are wrapped around me when I wake up.
Like he doesn’t want to let me go or let anyone take me.
His head is pressed against my chest and he is breathing steadily.
He looks so calm and relaxed sleeping.
Like nothing will touch him or hurt him.
Last night he fucked me five times. He said, “I have to make up for the time that I lost,” before he went down on me and made me scream his name for all of New York to hear.
I was chased around the apartment with Slade hot on my tail and when he caught me he started fucking me from behind.
Slade doesn’t just take, he devours. Like my body is a hunger he’ll never fully satisfy. With him, enough doesn’t exist. Every touch just fuels the next.
It’s like he always needs more.
Just thinking about it makes me want him again.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him after not seeing him for three months.
I mean I did subconsciously wait for his calls or a text or just something from him.
I would complain to Becky and my Grandma about Slade but then when I saw him, all I wanted to do was hug him instead of push him away.
But there is still so much we need to talk about.
I play with Slade’s hair until he finally wakes up.
He looks tired as he opens his eyes even though we slept in until the middle of the day. “Ty vyglyadish' takoy krasivoy,” he says, putting his hand on my face and stroking my cheek.
I can’t help but blush and tilt my head. “What?”
“I said you’re beautiful.” He stares down at my lips. He leans up to try and kiss me but I cover my mouth. He glares and tries to pull my hand away. “Stop covering your lips. They belong to me.”
“No, you distracted me last night. I’m still not happy with you.”
Slade rolls his eyes and rests his head on the bed. “Why?”
“Because you came here uninvited, you never told me about your dad, you still kidnapped me and took me to Russia, you lied to me about who you are, should I go on?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
He shakes his head lightly. “Dramatic.” He sighs.
“I have a key here. I pay the rent so I can come and go as I please. My dad is a sore subject. I don’t like talking about him.
But if you must know I’ll tell you. I kidnapped you to save you.
I didn’t lie, I just never told you. Two completely different things. ”
“If we do this you need to do this the right way,” I scold.
“There is no right way to have a relationship. Plus I’m too fucked up for that.” Slade shrugs as if it’s nothing but he shouldn’t say that or feel that way.
Slade isn’t a good person but I can tell he tries to be one with me even though all he’s ever known is darkness.
“You’re not. You’ve just never been in a real relationship.” I stroke a strand of his hair.
“Yea, my dad fucked that up for me,” he mumbles.
“Tell me.”
Slade shakes his head softly. “It’s not even that deep. He just made me lose my virginity in a fucked up way. He hurt my mom and that’s the end of it,” he explains.
“How did he hurt your mom?” I ask.
Slade bites his bottom lip before saying, “He raped her in front of me to show me how a man handles a woman.” My jaw drops and my heart breaks for Slade and his mom.
No one ever deserves that. “My dad died that day and I felt such a relief when he died, Isabella. I felt like I could finally breathe and think.”
I hesitantly ask, “How did he die?”
Slade’s body tenses against mine. “I killed him.”
Why am I not surprised?
From everything Slade has told me, he had it bad as a child.
I don’t know what his brothers went through, but from what I know, Slade was broken beyond repair.
I understand why he would want to kill him because in a way, what Slade experienced was torture and torment.
God knows what else that man did to Slade that he isn’t telling me.
My eyes go to the scar near his eye. “And that? You said he did that? Why?”
“After he raped mom I came up to him to push him off and he used his knife to try to get me off. His blade slashed my eye but I didn’t stop.
I grabbed that same knife and stabbed him twenty-seven times,” he says with a straight face, his jaw ticking.
“He ruined my life, Isabella, and that’s why I don’t like talking about him.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction that I was his victim. ”
“You’re not. He’s dead because of you.” I run my hands up and down his chest trying to give him some comfort. “Do your brothers know?”
He shakes his head ‘no’ and continues to run his hand through my hair. “They can never know. The only people who know are my mom and now you. You can’t tell anyone because if you do then his allies will retaliate by going after me.”
“But don’t his allies work for you since he’s dead?”
“Me and my brothers are in the process of getting the Pakhan title. We have a certain deadline to finish our tasks.” He pauses trying to think of the right words and I can tell that he isn’t telling me something.
“I already kind of told you about it. But during this period where there is no Pakhan, my brothers and I take over his role while being under close watch by his allies and other people involved with his business.”
God who did I get myself involved with?
Slade’s life is dangerous.
I keep thinking that every time he tells me more things about his life.
“Out of everyone you killed, your dad deserved it the most. He is the one person I don’t disagree with you killing.”
Slade licks his lips. “I’m going to keep killing, Isabella.
It’s what I was trained for. I will keep leaving corpses until I can’t anymore.
But all you have to know is that I will never hurt you.
You are the one person I will always protect no matter what.
I’ll literally start an entire war if you ask.
” Slade grabs me by my waist and pulls me on his lap.
“I’ve never done this before. I’ve never felt this way before so this is all new to me.
All I’m gonna ask is that you be patient with me. We’ll both learn from each other.”
I poke his chest. “Then you need to go slow and take your time with me. You marrying me a week after I got to Russia isn’t slow.”
Slade smiles and his eyes drift to the ring on my finger. He grabs my hand and presses his lips to the ring. “Why do you still wear it?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I missed you and the ring made me feel close to you.”
“I like seeing my ring on your finger. You belong to me.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re too possessive.”
He digs his fingers into my skin and he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. “You’re mine. I like making sure people don’t touch things that are mine.” He grabs my neck and pulls me down so that my lips attach to his.