Page 67 of Savage Truce

Hooking an arm around me, he leans a little back so he can lock eyes with me. “I didn’t want to disturb you, moya krasavitsa.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” I move my hands to either side of his jaw and press a desperate kiss to his mouth. “I had the fright of my life when I left the bedroom and saw a cabin full of guards.”

“They were protecting you.”

I shake my head. “It’s too soon. You can’t leave me alone with so many men.”

Giving me a remorseful look, he nods. “I won’t make that mistake again, but you need to meet me halfway. You can trust Sergei. He’ll be your personal guard. Will you be okay with that?”

“I thought he protected you?”

“I’ll get someone new. Besides, I have Andrei with me half the time.” He leans down, giving me a tender kiss. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. Are we good?”

I nod while hugging him tightly. “Where were you?”

“I went to kill Sokolov.”

My head snaps back, my eyes going wide as saucers. “So he’s dead? So quickly?”

My man nods. “I don’t like wasting time when I can spend it with my beautiful wife.” Gripping hold of my hand, he says, “We’re going home. Let’s take our seats.”

Sticking close to him as we exit the bedroom, relief pours into my chest.

When we sit down, Rodian again straps me in before he puts on his own seat belt, then he links our fingers together while sighing, “What a fucking day.”

Remembering our luggage, I ask, “Why did we pack clothes for such a short trip?”

A hot grin spreads over his face. “Because we’re not spending our wedding night at the estate.”

“Oh?” Needing to touch more of him, I lean into his shoulder and place my hand on his chest. “Where are we spending it?”

“At my penthouse in the city. I usually stay there when I have a lot of work or I’m too tired to drive home.”

Worried, I ask, “So there will be nights you won’t come home, and I won’t see you?”

Covering my hand with his, he gives it a squeeze. “Fuck no. You’ll be at the penthouse with me when I have a lot to do. I won’t be able to focus on shit if I don’t get to see you.”

My heart melts, and I swoon a little.

With our heads close together, he growls, “This plane better take off already so I can sink balls deep into you.” When I glance at the guards, my cheeks warming, he snaps, “Don’t worry about them. I want all your attention, and I don’t give a fuck if they overhear how badly I need my wife.”

The jet begins to move, taxiing down the runway, and when it lifts into the air, I can feel the intense energy coming off Rodian in waves.

He must be wound tight from attacking Sokolov.

I press a kiss to his shoulder and rub my hand up and down his chest in an attempt to ease his stress, but it only earns me a smoldering look from him, telling me it’s taking a lot from him not to strip and fuck me right where we’re sitting.

The second the seat belt sign turns off, he unfastens our belts and practically drags me to the bedroom.

I’m reminded of how strong Rodian is when he throws me onto the bed like I’m nothing more than a feather. The predatory look on his face makes a thrill rush through my body, and when he crawls over me, I reach for him. Our mouths come together in a searing hot kiss while we rip at each other’s clothes.

I don’t care that I’m tender from the previous two times, and just like before, Rodian uses my arousal to lubricate his manhood before he slams so hard into me that I cry out from how much it stings.

He’s too far gone to realize it wasn’t a cry of pleasure, and as he fucks me like a possessed man, I dig my nails into his shoulders.

Just as the burning sensation begins to ease, he grabs my left thigh and hauls my leg over his ass, increasing his pace even more and hitting me so deep, whimper after whimper escapes me.

Somehow pleasure mixes with the stabbing pain while I hold on for dear life as he hammers into me until an orgasm finally erases the discomfort. It’s so intense, it feels like my body is being tossed around by powerful waves of ecstasy and my vision goes spotty.