Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,81
watch them die as Markus died would be a start. Wouldn’t it? Would that not make him feel better?
His demons were silent, their attention on the woman coming down in front of him. That mouthwatering scent he would remember forever filled his nose as her knees met his.
“Did you fall?” She cupped his cheek and lifted his head. He closed his wet eyes against the open and honest kindness that fell over her features. “Oh, Lucian. What happened?”
“The Russian stole my brother from me,” he blurted. “I must avenge him. I want him back. Like a child, I want Markus with me again even though I know that is impossible.”
He shook his head and brought his hands up to cup her breasts through the lightly beaded bodice of her sleeping gown. His knuckles were bleeding, but he wasn’t careful. He smeared blood over one covered nipple and then the other, ruining the purity of the white. He ruined its purity. Just as he was doing with the one who wore it. The one who was saying something he couldn’t hear.
“Can’t have him back. He is gone, my pet. But you are here.” He bent and kissed the shadow of one nipple and then the other. He tasted his blood. “I would be happy if they were all dead. I would be so happy. Then I would not be the only one suffering.” He sucked the tight peak into his mouth and pressed her closer by sending his hand back to rest between her shoulder blades. She tried to resist, but he didn’t allow it. “But I would also be unhappy because Vasily and his men are…my friends. Gabriel and Vincente…I could not kill them.” He pulled the material aside to expose one round globe. He tested its perfect weight as his shoulder was shoved.
“Lucian!”
“So perfect. Your body was made for a man like me. I will never tire of its perfection, Yasmeen. I own it. Tell me again that you understand that. I own you.” He clamped his hand on her throat and stilled her struggles. He brought her flawless face an inch from his and looked deep into her eyes. “You cannot deny me what is mine. I will not let you.”
“I’m not trying to. But can we get out of the hallway? What if someone walks by?”
“Then they will witness something beautiful; my pet climaxing on her owner.”
“Uh, not only no, but that would be a fuck no. Absolutely not.” She slapped his hand off her breast and covered up. “I’ll give you what you need, but not in front of others. That’s a hard limit for me.” She looked at his knuckles. “Will you let me clean that? What did you hit?”
He clamped a hand on her nape and held her immobile when she would have stood. “I can fuck you in front of a theater full of onlookers if I so please. They would consume an expensive dinner while I consumed you. They would choke with envy as I had you over and over again, in every position I could think to take you. Are you aware places like that exist to cater to men like me?”
“Uh, I am now. But that doesn’t mean I want any part of them.” She gripped the hair above his ears. “Are you hearing me, Lucian? Are you with me right now?”
“I lose myself in you. It is such a beautiful place for me to be, draga.”
Her lip bottom trembled. “You’re here?”
“I am here,” he confirmed. He was there. So was someone else. “I have ruined your gown.”
The stiffness went out of her shoulders, and he was suddenly the recipient of an embrace that had his pet cradling his head. “God, you sure know how to scare the fuck out of me. Please don’t go there anymore. Stay with me, okay? Tell your cousin and his friend to go back home and you and I can continue to work on this together. Okay, Lucian?”
“Claude is not Gheorghe’s friend. He was Markus’s lover.”
She unraveled her arms and sat back, leaving him adrift. “Markus was gay?” She didn’t sound shocked. Just curious.
“Yes. He never told me.”
“Oh, damn.” She winced and patted his shoulder. “Well, in keeping with the honesty floating around this place, I can kind of understand why. I don’t think you realize how terrifying you are. Maybe he was afraid…?” Her voice had gone just above a whisper, and she was cringing as if expecting him to shout at her.