Page 25 of His Prince (Unexpectedly Twisted #2)

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ANGEL

I can’t stop kissing my husband.

Mikhail, my man.

And it seems he’s just as enamored with me. We just lie there, tangled in the sheets together, neither of us bothering to clean up the mess we made. We’re sticky and sweaty and utterly perfect. Our tongues tangle, a slow plundering, our lips sore from the amount of use they’re getting. But we can’t stop.

He can use me anytime he wants. As long as it’s like this. Exactly like this.

“They’re going to come looking for you,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my cheek, inhaling me. I sigh into it, my fingers sliding through his hair.

“That’s okay. They can look all they want. I’m happy right here.”

“You’ve made them all dependent on you.”

“Skylar is here. He can manage them.”

“Perhaps, but they want you, their little husband.”

I crack a smile at that. “Jealous? ”

“Yes, you’re mine, not theirs.”

“I am yours,” I say and then kiss the tip of his nose. His hooded eyes droop even further and his hands move down to my ass. I’m so sore, so completely satiated, but I’m hard. I want him all over again.

Just as I think that, the bedroom door opens, and Diablo strides through. Mikhail grumbles and whips the sheets over us, growling as he does.

“God-fucking-dammit, Angelo!” Diablo shouts, completely unbothered by the fact I’m nude. He’s pissed I’m with Mikhail, when I spent days in his arms, crying.

Rightfully so, I think. My twin is my avenger. He wants to save me. But I don’t need it, not now.

Now I just want to be safe in Mikhail’s arms.

I lazily lean up and glance at my brother, who looks about ready to combust into flames. He always was quick to anger.

“I thought you were leaving him!” he shouts, but I smile softly.

“I changed my mind,” I reply and then nuzzle further into Mikhail, who holds onto me tightly.

“You can’t change your mind, not after everything he did. And look at you. You have bruises everywhere. Did you hurt him?” Diablo is next to me now, his eyes roving over my exposed skin, tugging the sheet back. It’s then that I see it, the black and blue marks all over my skin, the bite marks, the abraded skin from the scruff of his jaw.

It makes me even harder. I want to stare at these in a full-length mirror and get myself off.

“Only in the best way,” I answer huskily.

Diablo scoffs and then points a finger at Mikhail while staring at me intently. “He murdered his wife.”

“He did and for a good reason.”

He folds his arms across his chest and purses his lips. “And what is it? I need to know.”

I glance at Mikhail, asking for permission. He just nods so I sit up more and explain everything he told me. It’s not much, and I still have questions, but it’s enough for now. Even regurgitating the facts makes me sick. I can’t imagine how Mikhail is feeling at this moment. How he felt all those years ago.

“And you believe him? He could be lying,” Diablo says when I finally stop speaking.

“Diablo,” I chastise. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s manipulative,” he retorts and then glowers at my husband. Mikhail remains silent, so I respond.

“He says Nina and Ivan know. George as well. You can ask them. But I know it’s true.”

Diablo huffs and then waggles his hand around at the two of us.

“I’ll be back. And if you’re lying, Mikhail Asshole Ivanov, I will end you.”

He stalks off, and I stare up at Mikhail who is watching the door slam shut. He’s not angry, not at all. He just nuzzles into me, bringing me back against him, his mouth near my ear.

“He’s so different from you and yet you’re so much alike.”

“We are twins.”

“Hm, you are. But I prefer you.”

I’m glad he does. I’m so fucking happy right now.

“You’re not worried about what Nina or Ivan will say?” I ask after a moment of silence.

“No, because I told you the truth. I won’t ever lie to you, little Angel.”

“I’m so glad you told me. No more secrets between us, please.”

“No more. It may take some time to tell you everything. I don’t even remember a lot of it, but I promise not to hide things.”

“Thank you,” I say and move my body on top of his. “We should shower.”

“I like you just like this, smelling of me.”

I blush and press my lips to his.

“You’re a barbarian, but I do need to go into the garden today.”

His hands massage up my back, and I sigh. “Or you could stay here with me and let me fuck you again.”

My hard dick throbs .

“Shower first,” I say and then roll off him, walking to the bathroom. Mikhail is right behind me, his hands on my hips, his eyes meeting mine in the bathroom mirror. They track across the marks he put on my skin last night and early this morning, and I can’t help but trace my fingers over them all.

“Beautiful,” he says, and I feel my eyes sting, the tips of my ears turning red.

“So are you.”

His cheeks flush, and I reach for my toothbrush, my ass hitting his groin as I move. He grunts softly but doesn’t make a move. So the two of us stand there, bodies pressed against each other, scrubbing at our teeth, watching our movements in the mirror.

When we’re done, we move to the shower, the water heating up quickly, and we step underneath it. His hands are on me within seconds, soaping me up, his lips trailing across all my exposed skin. And I do the same, dragging my teeth and tongue across his neck and chest, doing my best to leave my own marks on him. And he encourages it, holding my head against him as I suck and bite.

When my mouth finally pops off and I see the red mark on his neck, I grin, tracing it with my finger.

“You’re mine,” I whisper, and he stares down at me intently.

“I have been and always will be.”

And then he spins me around, my hands landing on the tile before me. He sinks to his knees and spreads my ass open, water running down my crack, his breath hitting my sensitive skin there. I arch toward him, allowing him better access.

He groans and then licks up my crack, teasing my puckered hole until I’m practically begging once more. I want him inside of me again. I want him to shove his tongue and fingers inside of me, his cock. I want to feel him for days after this.

I want to know that my husband did this to me.

He stands and turns me around, our slick, wet bodies slapping together with a clap and then our mouths meet.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs as he presses two lubed fingers into me and works me open even further. When I’m trembling and shaking, so close to the edge that I’m wobbling precariously, he lifts me in his arms and slides his cock inside of me. He doesn’t go slow, just shoves his way in.

I gasp as my sensitive channel works to accommodate him, but the way it feels to be impaled, owned by him, the tender way he kisses me as we make love against the shower wall, has me gasping his name minutes later, my cock erupting between our wet, slapping bodies. He follows me over a minute later, his cum marking my ass before he slips out of me and gently washes me clean.

When it’s time to get out of the shower, I can barely walk, so Mikhail picks me up and carries me to the closet, where he dries me off and helps me dress. He picks something easily accessible. And he doesn’t put me in any underwear. I know what this means, what he wants.

And I’m happy to give it to him.

“We could stay inside,” he suggests, but I shake my head.

“I need to spend some time with the plants. They need as much care as everything else.”

He huffs his agreement. “I’ll join you then.”

I’m so fucking pleased by this that when we make it to the kitchen, I can’t keep the smile from my face. It lives there permanently now. Even Diablo, who is sulking in the corner of the room, can’t bring me down.

“He wasn’t lying to you,” he grumbles, and I pull him into a crushing hug.

“I knew he wasn’t.”

“I still don’t trust him.”

“He’s my husband,” I say softly. “You don’t have to like him, but just know that I’m so much happier. It all makes so much more sense.”

“You can just forgive him? Just like that?”

“I’m going to do my best. It’ll take time, but I deserve it, Diablo. I deserve to let myself be happy. ”

He frowns at that and then scowls when I tell him we’re headed to the garden.

“I’ll join,” Casey says, but I wave him away.

“I have Mikhail. Take the day off. Really. I’m fine.” I glance around at everyone and can almost feel the relief in the air. They had all been waiting for me to leave, to abandon them, and here I am, staying.

“Has anyone seen Bane?” I ask, realizing that in my state of distress the past few days, I haven’t seen him.

“He’s been taken by Georgiy,” Felix answers, and my eyebrows rise in alarm.

“Do I need to rescue him?”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Mikhail replies, and I nuzzle up next to him.

“I’m sure he’s having the time of his life, but we should check on him,” I reply.

“We can do that. After the garden.”

I agree and then grab Mikhail’s hand and tug him outside. It’s the perfect sunny day, with a few clouds in the sky, the air cool and breezy.

As we walk, his fingers softly squeeze mine, and I feel that touch all the way to my chest.

We make our way to the garden slowly, stopping to kiss one another as we go. Everything seems to sing within me, and it seems to be echoed in the nature around us. The birds, the insects. Everything seems so alive.

When we finally make it to the greenhouse, Mikhail picks me up and carries me inside, almost like he’s carrying a bride over the threshold. But this is even more romantic. My most favorite place in the world and he’s ushering me into it.

“You know, I used to love gardening with my grandmother,” he says lowly, a secret admission, one I know I’ll cherish for ages.

“Did you?” I ask when he finally sets me down.

“I did. She had the most beautiful roses and incredibly hardy vegetable plants. She was so proud of it all. ”

“Well, I’m sure they’re nothing compared to hers, but I’m growing veggies. You can help me tend to them.”

“I will,” he says. “Thank you.” He stands by my side, watching as I run my fingers along the leaves of the orchids, leaning over to whisper to the budding flowers.

“I wish you would have told me how much you loved gardening before. I would have invited you to help me plant everything.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted to,” he says, peering over at me. “But now that you’ve brought it back to life, I realize how much I missed it.”

“Well, it’s yours, Mikhail. And we can expand it too. We can make it anything you want,” I say and grin softly at him. “This can be your space just as much as it’s mine.”

“Perhaps we can grow the vegetable garden and add in some fruit trees,” he finally says, and I almost burst out of my skin.

“I would love that. So much.”

We smile at one another and then he clears his throat and looks away. “If I wasn’t born into this business, I would have chosen just a normal job, a nine-to-five. Maybe have kids, get some chickens.”

“Chickens?”

“Yes, that’s domestic, no?”

“I mean, a dog would have been better, but we can totally do chickens.”

He huffs. “A dog too. I just want to be left alone. I want to live in peace. I’m tired of all of this.”

“I never would have guessed that, honestly.”

“Never was able to admit it until now. I was taught a man’s place is never just a father, just a husband. I was always meant to take over the business. I was never going to be ordinary.”

“And you don’t like it? Being in the mafia?”

“Not as much as I should. If it all burned down tomorrow, I wouldn’t bat an eye. Ivan, however…well, he’s the one who should have taken over, but he doesn’t look the part. He’s not tough enough. So here I am, the figurehead while he runs the security and technology logistics.”

“And he’s pretty bad at it,” I say, and Mikhail huffs a laugh.

“He is.”

“But are you happy?”

He hesitates for a long moment. “I am.”

I’m not completely convinced, but I let it go. Now’s not the time to go into it. I just want to live in this bliss for a little longer.

So we just work in silence for a while, my chest humming with contentment. When we finally move outside, he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his lips hitting the side of my neck.

“You know, we could get chickens,” I suggest, and he nibbles on my earlobe.

“That’s not at all what I was thinking right now.”

“I know,” I reply, wiggling back against his hardening cock. “But we could have the guys help build a coop. Think about it. Fresh eggs, a small chicken run we can set up to allow them to roam safely.”

His hand cups my chin and he angles my head up slightly, his lips brushing over mine.

“We definitely can do that.”

“But do you want that, Mikhail? I know you can never really leave the mafia, but maybe you could have a sliver of something more.”

His eyes soften, something indiscernible moving across his face.

“How did I get so lucky, little Angel?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling my cheeks reddening and my heart thudding in my chest.

“I mean, how do you care so much about me after everything that’s happened? After everything I’ve done?”

I sigh and turn in his arms, my hands threaded through his hair. My tongue snakes into his mouth as I kiss him deeply. When we finally pull apart, I’m breathing heavily and he is too.

“I’m always hoping for the best, always willing to fight for what I want. And you, my husband, are absolutely worth it.”

“You’ve stayed,” George says as he opens the door of his house to us. It’s the first time I’ve been in here and I take in the quaint decor. No one would ever know that he’s more than the onsite doctor, that terrible things happen in his basement.

I smell a subtle scent of incense or candles burning and I make a note of this for my father, for Bane. Perhaps they can use this at home to mask the scent of blood and death.

“I did.”

“So he knows?” George asks Mikhail.

“Yes. He knows. And now we’re here because my little Angel is worried about Bane. Apparently, you’ve…apprehended him.”

George blinks, and I shift against my husband. He runs a hand down his chest and shifts on his feet subtly.

“Is he safe?” I ask, suddenly nervous. If George is as cold-blooded as he makes himself out to be then Bane could be in serious trouble.

“Would you like to see him?” George asks, and I swallow.

“Is he decent?”

“No.”

I sigh and then nod. “I don’t know if I want to see him naked or whatever he is, but I’d like to talk to him. Is that alright?”

“Of course. Right this way,” George says and then leads us down a small hallway, the walls absent of pictures, and before he opens a door, he tells me to close my eyes.

I do as he says and a moment later, I hear the voice of Bane.

“Angelo!” he cries, and I make out the sound of something I can’t quite place. Almost as if he’s tugging on restraints.

“He’s tied up,” Mikhail confirms softly, and I wet my lips, nervous.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

“Oh god, I’m so safe. So fucking safe. Don’t worry about me. I’ve been such a bad boy. I deserve to be punished.” He says it maniacally, as if he’s on the verge of tears or coming. I’m not sure. And I’m honestly not sure if I want to know.

“You sure?”

“So sure,” he groans, and George huffs, shutting the door and blocking out the sight of Bane. My eyelids are peeled back and I glance up at the large man wearing all black, his hair perfectly combed, not a speck of lint on him.

“Satisfied?” he asks.

“Yes…just…he’s not bad, not really. Please take care of him. He’s sensitive. He may not seem like it, but he is.”

George doesn’t believe me, I can tell by the tick of his jaw, but I need him to know this. Bane needs a lot of tender care. I know this.

“He’ll be returned in mostly one piece,” George tells me, not really reassuring me, but doing his best.

I sigh and then lean into Mikhail. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“He’ll be fine, sólnyshko. Now let’s go. Dinner awaits,” Mikhail interjects, obviously done with this little visit.

I let him lead me from the house, George not even walking us out, but disappearing back into the bedroom. As we exit, I hear Bane groan in pleasure, and I plug my ears.

“Oh my god. I think he’s loving this, huh? I had no reason to worry.”

“He seemed happy and very horny,” Mikhail replies, and I feel slightly better knowing Bane is right where he wants to be.

“Good,” I say just as my stomach rumbles and Mikhail picks up the pace slightly, his hand pressing urgently against my lower back.

“You need to eat, sólnyshko.”

“I know. You worried about me?”

“It seems you’re always on my mind, my little devil.”

I grin wickedly at him, and he kisses me soundly.

And needless to say, we’re late for dinner.