Page 20 of Worshipped by the BRATVA Grump

He collapses beside me, panting.

“You’re mine, Daisy Bishop. And if I have to fill you a million times to prove it, I will. Even if it kills me.”

I’m still trying to blink myself back into reality, but I heard every word.

Mechislav

Daisy curls up against me without saying anything. I don’t push it though. She needs to come to terms with forever in her own time.

I listen to her breathing for a while, then when my cock begins to harden again, I slide it part way into her pussy. She whimpers, but doesn’t wake up. Wrapping my arm around her, I fall asleep.

It’s seven thirty when I wake up, surprised to find the bed next to me empty. The shower is running and steam is curling under the door. My cock is swollen and hard, and I frown, wondering if I’ll ever be fully soft again with Daisy in my life.

The bathroom door opens and she appears in a towel, with another wrapped around her head.

“Good morning,” she says, beaming a smile at me. “Did you sleep well?”

“Did you?” I counter, wondering if I went too far with the cock warming last night.

“Yes, thanks. But I definitely needed a shower this morning.” She blushes, and I realise she must have felt a little uncomfortable and sticky with what we did last night.

“So the cock warming was okay?” I ask, “I shouldn’t have just assumed, I’m sorry.”

“The cock warming was amazing, but when I woke up it was already late and I need to get to the shop. Bodhan said he would be finished by the end of today and the first shipment of books are arriving.”

“Ah,” I say with a smile. “At least we know what you’ll turn down sex for.”

She laughs and drops her towel. “Not turning it down,” she says, kissing me. “But would appreciate if it could be a quickie.”

I pull her onto the bed as she unravels the towel from around her hair, letting it fall in thick wet tendrils down her back.

“I can be quick.”

Twenty minutes later we are both dressed and ready to head to the shop. I’ve already texted my cousins to let them know I won’t be coming into work today.

We both get into my car and Daisy is telling me about how she has a point-of-sale system arriving at some point this morning and she hopes the rolling ladder goes in okay when there’s a loud crunch and the car spins into oncoming traffic.

All hell seems to break loose at once. The airbags explode and the smell of burning rubber fills the air along with the sound of honking horns.

“Daisy,” I say, reaching out to her. “Daisy, are you okay?”

She groans and I release the air that was trapped in my chest.

I look around, trying to orientate myself with the new position on the road and figure out what happened. My windscreen is cracked, both windows on my side are broken, my door has crunched inwards along with the front of the car, trapping my leg against the pedals.

Fuck.

“Daisy, talk to me if you can,” I say as I look over at her. Her head hit her window; there’s a smear of blood in the cracked glass. Rage fills me. My woman is hurt and I’m fucking trapped.

I manage to pull my phone out of my inside pocket and dial Eduard while I reach for the door handle with my other hand. It doesn’t move even when I ram my shoulder against it. He answers on the third ring.

“Someone hit me as I was approaching the bridge,” I say. “Not sure of intent. Daisy is hurt and I’m trapped in the fucking car.”

“We’re on our way.”

The line cuts off and I use both hands to push at the door, but the angle makes it impossible to get any sort of leverage. I reach down into what bit of the footwell I can squeeze my hand into and find the lever to adjust the chair position. It slides back quickly, causing a flash of searing pain to jolt up my leg.

I bite down hard enough to crack my teeth, using my new found space to get my knife from my ankle holster and slice through the airbag before cutting the seatbelt.