Chapter Ten
Becca
Kira took the bait, and now we’re on our way to the distillery.
Anya gave the employees the day off, so I’m surprised to see her waiting for me. When I moved to the States Anya was the only female friend I had and she’s the only friend I’ll ever need. Her entire family welcomed me into their home. Maura, her mother, is best friends with Zoya, and her father, Max, has been a part of the Bratva since Boris’s reign. Maura and Zoya both taught me how to bake, while Max taught Anya and me how to play poker. I've tried to drag Anya to the nightclubs with me but it isn’t her scene, and I respect that. She’s more of a bookroom and homebody.
She embraces me. “Becca! I’m so sorry you’re going through this!”
I squeeze her tight. “What about you! You had to deal with the bomb aftermath. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”
“That wasn’t a bomb, it was an embarrassment. Do you really think it’s Kira?”
“It’s the only logical explanation. Who else would want to threaten me? I’m not Andrei or Sergei. I have little power, if any, so it must be personal.”
“True, but harming you harms your cousins. They love you.”
“But everything points to Kira.”
Anya is the only other person that knows the full story about Kira’s father, and all five feet two inches of her glares at Niko. “If it is Kira, are you going to torture her? Make her suffer?”
His lips quirk. “Do you think I should? Slice and dice Kira?”
“Maybe not. I don’t want anyone killed on a count of me.”
“I can promise you this. Kira’s father will not see the light of day.”
“Good,” Anya replies.
Alek and Isaak both cross their arms their broody frowns focused on Anya, and Alek orders, “Get out of here, Anya. It isn’t safe.”
“Fine.” She dramatically rolls her eyes, before squeezing me one last time. “Text me as soon as it’s over.”
Ino turns off the security system while Alek, Isaak and Niko take their positions and I sit on the stool behind the tasting bar.
Alek’s voice vibrates through my earpiece, “She just pulled up and she isn’t alone. It must be the bodyguard. He’s opening his laptop.”
Ino joins the channel. “He accessed the security system but quickly backed out when he realized it wasn’t on.”
Alek says, “He closed the laptop and they’re both getting out of the car.”
“Security system is activated and we’re recording,” Ino confirms.
My voice is shaky, “Niko? Are you there?”
“I’m here, Printsessa . My eyes are on you.” His soft voice disappears, “Isaak, report.”
“Gun strapped to his back, switchblade in his boot. The girl also has a gun, and her purse is full of goodies. Cloth, bottle of liquid, my guess chloroform, zip ties and a black pillowcase.”
“Fuck. She really wants to harm me.”
The magnitude of her hate sets in, and my already racing pulse skyrockets, but Niko assures me, “You’ve got this. Act natural.”
“There’s another car, Nik,” Alek says. “Female driver, older.”
“Is she in a yellow corvette?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Kira’s mother.” The jilted wife.
Isaak asks, “Are you friendly with her, Bec?”
“No, most definitely not.”
“Is she carrying?” Niko asks.
“Gun in her purse.”
“Fuck. Niko? What do I do?”
“I’m right here. Noone is going to shoot you.”
“How the fuck are you so sure?”
“The rag and chloroform. They want to transport you somewhere else. She only has the gun in case things go sideways. So, remain calm and serve them. Let them think they have the upper hand. Remember what we talked about.”
I inhale and exhale slowly. “How do you guys do this?”
“We’re heartless killers.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Kira enters the distillery and calls out, “Becca, baby!”
“I’m in the tasting room!”
All three of them enter and Kira smiles like she’s not here to kidnap me. “There you are, Stranger!” She does her European kiss, kissing the air on each side of my cheeks.
“Sorry, I’ve been so busy with the tasting room. I see you brought friends. That’s great!” I hope my excitement isn’t too over the top.
Her mother snickers. “I may not look old enough to be her mother, but you know very well who I am, Becca.”
“I’m aware.”
Ivan places his hand on her mother’s arm and she stands down, a fake smile spreads across her face. “Kira said you have a new vodka flavor to unveil at the tasting room opening?”
That’s my que. I wave them closer and line up three chilled shot glasses. “I hope so. We’ve had some hiccups with construction and timing, but I’m still hopeful we’ll meet deadline.”
Kira can barely hide her smirk. “Hiccups?”
“Not to alarm you, but someone planted a bomb here.”
Her and her mother’s gasps are theatrical. “A bomb? Are we safe here? Where are your bodyguards?”
Smart question. “I gave them the slip,” I chuckle conspiringly. “They think I’m in my studio painting.”
Kira’s bodyguard’s shoulders visibly relax.
“Let’s have some vodka!”
Sweat trickles down my back, but I remind myself, I'm Becca fucking Sokolov. I've got this. “Do you want to start with our original vodka? And then taste our new citrus flavor? We also have gin and rum. The gin is really good. Dark, spicy, with sweet berry flavors.”
Kira shrugs, “Let’s try the new flavor. That’s what this is all about right? Why my bestie’s been MIA lately.”
I gush, “I’m so sorry! Believe me, I’ve missed it! All work makes Becca a dull girl.”
Her mother snorts, “Right.”
I ignore her and deliberately open a brand new chilled bottle, and any residual tension they might have evaporates. That’s good. I don’t want them jittery and paranoid. That’ll get me killed.
I manage to pour the vodka without shaking, place the bottle under the bar, and grab the glass next to it, liftingand setting it closest to me. I then remove three bottles of water and set them down in front of each taster.
“When you taste the vodka, allow it to coat your tongue and mouth, and then draw air through your nose to combine your sense of taste and smell. Drink some water after, to help reveal the drink's complexity.”
Kira lifts the shot glass up and rolls her eyes. “Or, we can just take a shot.”
Her mother and bodyguard join her, so I toss mine back and toast, “To family and future.”
She smirks. “Burn to ash, baby.”
Niko’s velvety voice whispers in my earpiece, “Good girl.”Somehow, his sultry words travel straight to my sex. There is no reason to be turned on right now.
The bodyguard places his shot glass on the bar and grunts.
“Another one? Same? Or do you want to try something else?”
“Same.”
I was hoping he’d request another, being so much bigger than Kira, I wasn’t sure of the drug dosage we added to the bottom of their shot glasses. We aren't trying to knock them out, just slow their reflexes and relax them.I’m aware that in order for their arrests to stick, I need them to attempt my kidnapping, or my murder. Preferably not my murder. But, too much of the drug and they'll pass out.
I can't have them detecting any nefarious activity on my part.
I place a new pre-drugged glass on the bar and pour him another, just as Kira begins to sway and her voice slurs.
Shit.
“She… fuck. You bitch!”
She falls to the floor but her mother pulls out her gun and aims it at me. I shriek but before she can get a shot off, Alek is on her. I turn and Niko already has his knife against Ivan’s throat, and the bodyguard’s gun and blade have been tossed aside, next to Kira’s purse of kidnapping accessories and her mother’s gun.
The guys make quick work, gagging them and zip tying them to chairs. Kara is passed out, but her mother and Ivan, although out of it, are staring daggers at me.
Niko takes me in his arms, squeezing me tight. “You did good, Bec.”
Niko
I shake the officer’s hand. “Thank you.”
“Of course. We’ll make sure they go away for a long time.”
“Judge Cleary?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Good. Because if they walk, they won’t see the next sunrise.”
The drugs we planted in their vehicles should help add to their rap sheets.
“What about the professor?”
“He’s leaving the country.”
“Got it.”
In a body bag , I think.
Alek texts as soon as I pull into the garage, letting me know the package has been delivered and is secure. I reply that I’ll be a couple hours and he gives me a thumbs up.
I’m itching to carve his heart out but first I need to taste my woman. I round the truck and as soon as she opens the passenger door, I lift and throw her over my shoulder.
“Niko! What are you doing?” Instead of pummeling her fists against my back like she did mere days ago, her giggles fill the air.
“ Moy ,” I growl. “Mine.”
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I reluctantly leave when she closes her eyes for a nap. The day was exhausting for her, but she refused to rest until after she showed me her generosity. Let’s just say the woman was very grateful.
I leave her a note and kiss her temple before making my way to the barn, where I press an indention in the panel of a fake door. The elevator opens and takes me underground to my torture room. The Bratva has a warehouse in the city that we use, if needed, but this basement is first choice amongst us all. One, because I’m usually doing the torturing, and two, I have the incinerator.
Alek stands from his seat and shakes my hand.
“Any issues?”
“Nah. He didn’t hear us coming. He was in his home office fucking off to underage porn. Sick fuck.”
“Another reason to end his life.”
He snorts, “Not like you need one.”
The asshole is still passed out and hanging from the ceiling like a side of beef.
“Want to stick around?”
“Love to. Isaak’s meeting a shipment, so he’ll be home late.”
I press a large button releasing the douchebag and he falls to the ground, jerking awake. He thrashes, so Alek slams his gun against the side of his head, knocking him out again.
“We’ll set him up on the gurney.”
“Haven’t used that in a while. This guy must’ve done some sick shit.”
“He hurt my girl.”
“Say no more.”
He straps him to the gurney and slaps him awake. His fear skyrockets as he takes everything in.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
He stutters, his eyes following me as I walk down the line of knives hanging on the wall. I pick one up, check its sharpness and hold its weight in my hand, before replacing it and moving on to the next one. I can feel his eyes following my every move.
Good.
Alek snickers, “Haven’t even nicked him and he’s pissed himself.”
I choose my knives and approach the gurney, laying them down on the sterile metal table, one a surgeon might use. I slide a small knife across his polo shirt, barely grazing his skin.
“I don’t like repeating myself. Do you know why you’re here?”
“Na…..no, no!”
“Becca Sokolov ring a bell?”
His eyes widen but instead of the begging I expected, he takes another route. “I was her professor. We dated. That’s it.”
I look at Alek and he nods, “Never leaving this room, Niko.”
“Let’s try again.” I slice down the center of his torso, just breaking the skin, the beautiful color of red trickles down and he cries out in pain. This is going to be fun.
“We dated! I…I didn’t do anything, I promise. She wanted me.”
I place the bloody knife on the table and select one with a serrated edge. “Do you know why I like this knife so much, Alek?”
“Why, Boss?”
“You see these,” I point to the jagged edges. “It’s like six knives in one, and the best part?” I smile wickedly at the professor, “is when I slide it out slowly, making sure you feel each and every cut.”
Alek snorts, knowing this skit well. “I wonder what happens if you twist it as you pull?”
“Good question.”
He begins to squirm, which I was hoping for. I stab a smaller knife into the top of his hand, making sure to pierce the thin wood strategically placed and separating him from the metal bed. The knife takes hold, keeping my victim’s hand secured to the wood.
I make quick work of the other hand while he screams in agony.
“Shush, professor. Crying won’t help. It didn’t help Becca, did it?”
He vomits on himself and Alek tsks. “Weak stomachs, hate that. I bet you can’t handle spicey foods either?” He asks our victim like we’re tossing back beers at the local bar.
I laugh and return to my selection of knives, letting the professor take in everything around him. Me, Alek, the knives, the pain, his blood and his inevitable death. I’ve never been this bloodthirsty, and I’ve murdered many men, but this is as personal as it gets. When he harmed Becca he harmed me.
“Alek, what do you think about men that cheat on their wives?”
“Cowards.”
“And professors that use their authority to sexually blackmail students?”
“Cockroaches.”
“And dirty old men who rape innocent young women?”
“Deserve to be raped up the ass with that serrated knife.”
“I couldn't agree more.”
As the Butcher, I know exactly where to stab and slice, and how deep and long, to injure my victim without immediate death. You could say it’s my specialty. So that’s what I did with Professor Small Dick. At one point he passed out so Alek and I played cards while we waited for him to come to. His screams and pleas were sweet music and the smell of coppery blood like fragrant roses. In the end, he was unrecognizable and the finale was that serrated knife in his ass.
Alek and I stare at his sliced body. “Incinerator?”
“Yes. I’m going to take a shower and then make love to my Printsessa .”
“I’m happy for you two.”
“She deserves better.”
“They all do. Lucky for us, that’s not what they want.”
I use the barn's bathroom to shower and change, dressing in clean clothes I keep here for nights like this, before throwing my bloody clothes into the incinerator with the professor.
As soon as I return to the house Becca rushes towards me, her eyes bright. “Nik! Summer’s having the baby!”
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The Sokolov Bratva has taken over the entire floor of the hospital. Of course we did. It’s a celebration.
Summer gave birth to a baby boy, Zinov Viktor Sokolov. Zinov means Zeus and Viktor means conqueror in Russian, the perfect name for the future Pakhan.
Andrei proudly holds his son in his arms with a tenderness I had no idea he possessed, as he gazes at his wife with smoldering affection. Zoya fusses over Summer’s many vases of flowers, stuffed animals and balloons, while Leo hands out cigars. Tali’s back presses against Sergei’s chest as he embraces her, the palm of his hand laying protectively over her belly, hinting at another future Sokolov.
Becca hugs Summer and I shake Andrei’s hand. He raises his eyebrows and I nod. “The police have them in custody. Judge Cleary isn’t allowing bail.”
“What about the father?”
“Handled.”
I follow his eyes as he studies Becca and nods. “Good. Noone harms my family and gets away with it.”
She walks over and I pull her into my arms kissing her like no one is watching, but when we finally separate, there’s an audience of surprised eyes and opened mouths. Zoya is the first to break the awkward silence, her smile wide and her eyes glassy. “ Nakonets , at last!”
Everyone chuckles and Sergei lightly punches my arm. “It’s about fucking time, Brother.”
Bec’s phone pings and she gasps, “It’s the gallery.”
Becca
I rush to the hallway and answer the call. “Hello?”
“Is this Laney Levowski?”
“Um, yes, that… that’s me… I’m her.” I roll my eyes at myself. Get it together!
“This is Paul from Gallery Fusion.”
“It’s so good to hear from you.”
“You have no idea, sweetie,” he gushes. “Your art is H.O.T. hot.”
“Really?”
“Do you have any pieces you can bring by next week? We’d like to dedicate a wall to you.”
“A wall? To me?”
“Yes! And we can’t do that with no art.”
“You sold all of my pieces.”
“Hellooooo, have you been listening?"
"I just can't believe it."
"Well get to believing, honey, because this is your reality."
I can't stop smiling. "I can bring some pieces, tomorrow, and we can discuss what you think will work best."
"Perfect, and I’ll have your check ready.”
I clear my throat. “About that. Laney Levowski isn’t my real name.”
“Ah, okay. I get it but I have a feeling your art is going to be huge. Like Chris Hemsworth's muscles huge. If I were you I’d want to take ownership of your talent. I noticed your pieces weren’t signed, and people love anonymous artists, so you do you, boo. We’ll talk about your check when you get here.”
I end the call just as Niko enters the hallway, and the way he looks at me, like he’ll light the world on fire for me, it settles in my chest and spreads through my entire body. I race to him and he crushes me against his chest, taking ownership of my mouth.
He’s already captured my heart. The man protected me, hell, he killed for me. Maybe that shouldn’t be a redeeming quality, but it is.
I moan, sinking my hands in his thick hair, his kiss almost kicking me off my axis, but I know he’ll catch me if I fall. He is my axis. My true North, my compass. This life we live is crazy, but with him by my side, I’ll always find my way.
There’s a loud throat clearing sound, and we separate to find an older nurse glaring at us. I’ve never seen Niko blush and it sends me into a fit of giggles, which only makes her angrier. I grab his hand and hurry back into Summer’s room.
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It’s later when Niko pulls into the garage and I notice my car parked in one of the stalls.
“Niko? Why is my car here?”
“I said you weren’t going back to your condo, and I meant it. You live here now. This is your home. Our home.”
My heart stutters. “I know you said that, but I didn’t think......”
Instead of leading me into the house, he grasps my hand and we take the lighted path to the observatory. When we get to the door he stops and faces me, his eyes possessive, as he cups my face. “I was serious, Printsessa . I am serious. I’m not slowing down, I’m not pumping the breaks, I am all in with us.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
His smoldering stare dampens my panties but it’s his voice thick with emotion that cinches my heart, “Say you’ll let me love you.”
He swallows my sharp intake of breath with his dominate mouth, telling me just how serious he is. He nips at my lower lip and I whimper for more.
He reluctantly steps back, his eyes softer than the mind blowing kiss he just gave me.
“Bec? Will you let me love you?”
Someone, the someone wants to love me . Emotion catches in my throat and my voice cracks, “Yes,” I whisper.
Our lips reconnect, and this kiss is slow and sensual, like we have all the time in the world, because we do.
When the need for oxygen becomes too much, we separate. His eyes sparkle as he opens the door to the observatory. I don’t know how or when he did it, but it looks like a scene from a romance novel. The dome is open to the sparkling night sky and lit candles are placed around the room. On the floor is a plush blanket scattered with rose petals.
“This is beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” He pulls me close and takes his time removing my clothes, layering sweet kisses along every inch of my body, until I'm standing in front of him naked. No one has ever looked at me like he does. Like I'm an angel and his prey all in one.
He quickly undresses and lays me on the soft blanket of petals and I stare up at the star studded sky. His body towers over mine and I run my fingers across his tattoos, along his hard chest, and over his eight pack. What a beautiful beast. My beast. He leans in to kiss me and his midnight eyes are so full of affection that my chest skips. He barely brushes his lips over mine and my eyes tear up. Tonight is more. Much more. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching me.
Cherishing me.
He lightly kisses my forehead, both eyelids, and cheeks, the tip of my nose and then finally my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue in to meet mine, moaning deeply when we finally make contact. My chest feels like it’s going to combust from all the feelings roaring inside. He kisses my neck and slowly roams down my body, planting sweet kiss over sweet kiss until he finds my sex. He looks at me and lifts his eyebrow, and I immediately open my legs for him. He nods his approval and returns to devour me. He kisses my inner thighs, tickling my skin with his beard, teasing me, ignoring my sweet spot until I’m writhing with need. He chuckles and finally puts me out of my misery, licking my slit and growling his satisfaction into my sex. I whimper for more and he flattens his tongue against my slit, sliding up to my clit, and gently biting it, sending me into a wave of ecstasy. He fucks me with his tongue and I grab his thick hair begging him to speed up, but he refuses. He is punishingly slow, building my release, only to slow down and begin again. It’s torture. The most amazing torture ever. When he finally lets me come, I ride his face, consumed with need, the man doesn’t let up, sending me into another orgasm. It’s so intense, I swear I almost black out.
From this point on I know my body will always be his.
He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue. He hovers over me and his cock presses against my opening. His eyes are hooded with lust, but the ardent affection from earlier is still there.
He runs his thumb along the curve of my neck. His eyes are glassy and his Russian accent thick and husky. “I’ve spent many nights out here, wishing on the stars for you, imagining making love to you under the moonlit sky. I don’t deserve you, but I’m a selfish man, and I will never let you go. You’re my world, Zhizn moya , my life. I love you.”
My heart fills with his words, and I don't doubt them one bit. He loves me. And I love him.
He slides into me and we both sigh together. It’s like coming home. Our broken pieces fit together perfectly.
We make love. Slow, sweet, passionate love. The roller coaster of emotions is so strong that I’m crying. It’s too much to understand. He whispers promises of the future while he’s deep inside me, locking our bodies together as one. Our passionate kisses grow hungrier and heady, and pretty soon we’re clawing at each other, our skin to skin still not close enough. I need him desperately.
He growls into my ear, “I need to claim you.”
My body shudders. “Yes.”
He positions me on my hands and knees, him behind me. His palm lands on my ass, the sting landing right between my legs.
“I love marking you, seeing my handprints on your ass.”
I arch my back, wanting to be closer to him and he sucks on my neck while he slides his finger along my slit.
“So fucking wet for me. I enjoy making love to you, Printsessa , but right now I need to fuck you hard.”
He takes his time running his hands down my back and up my stomach until he finds my nipples and plays with them until they’re taut pebbles. His cock teases me and I buck my ass back, wanting him in me.
“Be a good girl, Becca,” he warns.
I love it when he calls me his good girl. I’m dripping wet and desperate for him. He pinches my nipple and grabs my hair with his other hand, gaining access to my neck.
“Niko, please.”
“I love it when you say my name, especially when you’re begging for my cock.”
He pushes me on my stomach and takes me by surprise, slamming into me so fast and hard, the wind is knocked out of me. He doesn’t let up, roaring while he thrusts into me. I fucking love it. I love that a powerful man like Niko is out of control because of me. He pinches my nipple harder and sinks his teeth into my shoulder and the sensations of his cock driving deep into me mixed with the sharp pain sends me into a state of euphoria. I’m floating in a haze of bliss, as my release climbs within me, but I don’t want to come, not yet. I want him to fuck me all night.
“Not yet, I don’t want you to stop.”
He wraps my hair in his fist and tugs, “Fuck, you like me using your body?”
“God yes!”
His dark voice whispers wickedly in my ear, “Just wait, baby.”
He lets go of my hair and I miss the tension of his grasp, and when he slides out of me I feel empty.
“Niko!”
Niko
I slide my fingers in and out of her wet channel until they are properly lubricated. “Lift your ass for me, Baby.”
She instantly obeys, lifting her perfect ass and I spread her cheeks wide. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass. I’ll try to be gentle but say blue if it becomes too much.”
She gasps as I slide one finger into her forbidden hole. She clenches around me but forces herself to relax. She wants it. I finger fuck her ass, and when she moans, I slowly add a second finger. She pants as the pressure turns into pleasure.
“Good girl.” I feel her ass clench around my fingers from my approval, and I smile wickedly, tweaking her nipple as she shivers beautifully.
“Fuck, Becca, I love fucking you.”
I slide my cock into her sweet wet pussy and grit my teeth, trying not to come immediately. I want to stay inside her forever. I don’t move, enjoying how her pussy stretches for me. We fit perfectly together, locked as one.
“You feel so good. Are you okay, baby?”
She pants, “Yes,I feel so full.”
She wiggles against me, needing movement and I chuckle as I bury my dick into her, deeper each time, pulling those beautiful sounds she only makes for me.
I fuck her, pressing my fingers deeper into her ass, and impaling her with my dick. I need to be as deep in her as I can. I’m an animal, feral and territorial, she’s mine. The shred of control I have disappears when she cries for more, feeding my animalistic desire, and I let the beast take over. I don’t let up. Not even when her pussy clenches around my cock and her ass tightens around my fingers. She comes so hard, but I’m not done. I need more.
Sweat pours from my body, as I slide out of her and smack her ass. She’s half out of it from her intense orgasm, but she lifts it for me, mewling, granting permission, knowing what I want, and I fucking salivate.
I try to ease in slow, pressing my swollen cock into her ass as I wrap my arm around her stomach. I rub her clit and the sensation instantly relaxes her tense body. I still myself inside her, relishing her tightness. Her eyes close and she whimpers.
“Becca? How are you doing?”
“So much, so good.”
I slowly slide in and out and she pants.
I fuck her ass, gritting my teeth and holding off my orgasm for as long as I can, because she feels so damn good. She relinquishes herself to me, and my chest caves with the magnitude of her trust.
She leans her ass into my thrusts, urging me on. I press my thumb against her soaked, swollen bud and rub her sensitive nerves.
“Too much. Too much.”
I growl into her ear, “Not enough.”
I continue fucking her perfect ass and press my thumb against her clit again, this time she screams with her release. She shakes uncontrollably and her head lolls to the side, allowing me access to her soft neck. I sink my teeth into her and she moans as I pump into her tight hole. My balls aching for relief.
I finally let myself go, roaring as my seed spurts into her sweet, beautiful ass. When I pull out I marvel at my cum seeping out of her. I swear my soft cock twitches.
She catches her breath as I wrap us in a blanket and turn her beautiful, sated face to me, and she lays her cheek against my shoulder, already falling asleep. I marvel at this woman I’ve loved for so long, until my eyelids finally grow heavy.
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I wake to the sunrise and send a quick text to Dan, and minutes later he arrives with a cart filled with food.
“I really appreciate this, Dan.”
“My pleasure.”
“Good because this is going to happen often.”
He smiles and winks, leaving us to our breakfast. Her long eyelashes flutter open and her smile grabs my heart. I almost forget to breath.
“You’re exquisite.”
She blushes, as I hand her a mug of coffee.
“You really meant it, didn't you?”
“That you're exquisite? No question, Printsessa .”
“No. thank you, but not that. Remember you promised to bring me coffee in the morning?”
“Yes, I meant it. Those weren’t empty words.”
This is the perfect time, so I bend to my knee and she raises her eyebrows. “Becca, my printsessa , I promise to hold your hand, I promise to drown you in kisses, and I promise to make sweet love to you under the stars. I promise to bring you coffee in the morning and Zoyalov in the evening, and I promise to fuck you until you’re delirious with pleasure, every day.”
“Every day?" she teases.
“Every. Fucking. Day. But I need a promise from you.”
She gasps when I open the blue box to reveal a sparkling engagement ring.
“Will you promise to stand by my side in this crazy life and be my wife? Will you marry me?”
She lunges into my arms, crying and laughing at the same time. “Yes! Yes! A million times yes!”
I slip the ring on her finger and she gushes, “Best boyfriend ever.”
“Best fiancé ever.”
Her eyes shine. “My knight and shining armor, my fairytale.”
I lean in to capture her lips. “Moy printsessa .”