Page 26 of His Prince (Unexpectedly Twisted #2)

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MIKHAIL

“ Y ou need to go speak with Daniil about this mess with the money,” Ivan presses, and I stare at him, not wanting to have this conversation. I just want to head back to Angel, press my lips to his and make out.

I feel like I’m a teenager all over again.

It’s ridiculous. And yet I can’t be bothered to stop.

“You are not an Ivanov if you do not go.”

“I’d honestly rather not be related to any of you at the moment.”

“You are thinking with your dick and your dick only.”

“If only you knew what that was like,” I grumble. “Perhaps you should find someone to fuck you and then you’ll realize there’s more to life than this shitty business.”

Ivan stares at me, blinking behind his glasses. They’re still broken. He hasn’t even taken the time to fix them.

“You are speaking blasphemy, brother.”

“I am speaking the truth. Perhaps have one of the bodyguards fuck you and then you’ll see why I don’t want to leave. ”

“Take him with you, then.”

“And put him in harm’s way? You’ve lost your mind.”

“Bring him or don’t, but you need to go down there and speak with these people. They’re stealing from you and it makes you look weak.”

My jaw nearly cracks at that. “Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”

Ivan rolls his eyes and then takes a bite of something. It crunches between his teeth, and I seethe. He knows how much I hate being perceived as weak, how much it eats at me.

Because the truth is, I was weak—I have been in the past and I may even be so now. But not caring about the money isn’t weakness.

I’m just so done with all of it. I’m tired.

If only there were a way out.

I don’t even let myself go there, knowing that this is my life whether I like it or not. Eventually I’ll succumb to it. We never live that long in this line of work. No matter the precautions we take, there’s always someone out there who wants me dead.

“Make plans, brother, or it will all burn to the ground,” he says.

I sigh and turn on my heel, knowing I need to address it. I have my brother to think about, my men, my husband.

“Oh wait, I forgot to give this to you,” Ivan calls me back. I lean over and retrieve the paper from his outstretched hand. I unfold it and it’s a hand-written note that looks like red crayon. It reads, I’m watching you .

My stomach sinks and my face drains. “Ivan, where did you get this?”

Who is watching me? I think back to Katarina and her ghost, and whoever knocked me out and dropped me down a hole in the ground. They wanted me to die there, I can feel it.

“I found it a few days ago, maybe a week. But I am busy and forgot. It is for you, yes?”

Fuck, I feel like I’m losing my mind all over again, and the only person to keep me grounded isn’t here right now. No, he’s in the garden, working with Jake, Casey, and several other bodyguards. They’re putting up the chicken coop. He’s trying to make a sliver of my dreams come true.

I don’t deserve him, and yet here I am, clutching on to his goodness. I need to find a way to keep him safe.

“Call Dima and have him arrange the trip.”

“Should I have him plan on Angel going with you?”

“Yes. Angel will come with me.”

I’m never leaving him alone again.

“The chickens arrive next week. I ordered them from a cute little farm up north. Did you know that the post office ships live animals? We just need to go into town and grab them.”

Fuck, he’s beautiful, standing in the garden, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his eyes bright and happy, his lips still swollen and pink from me kissing him so thoroughly. I shove my hands in my pockets to keep myself from reaching out to him, but he has no such qualms. He moves up to me and nuzzles into my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“You excited?” he asks me sweetly.

“Yes,” I grumble before adding, “We’re leaving.”

“Like, to the bedroom?” he asks, blushing deeply.

My cock perks up at that. “Yes, to the bedroom, and then we will be packing for a trip.”

“Oh, what kind of trip?”

“It’s business related.”

“And I’m invited?”

The way he bats his lashes at me makes my heart thunder in my ears.

“You don’t want to be apart from me, huh?” he teases with a small smile, and I swoop down and cradle his head in my hands, kissing him roughly .

“I do not. Now come with me.”

I grab his hand and tug him forward. He stumbles but then jogs up next to me, giggling softly.

He has no idea the way I’m going to take him apart. It’s been hours since I last had him and I want more.

We barrel through the front door of the house and up the stairs, ignoring the calls from the guards. They can wait. He’s always at their beck and call. He needs time with me.

Me. His husband.

I kick the door shut and descend on him, tossing him onto the bed and following him down.

“Mikhail,” he breathes, almost in protest, but I don’t hear it. I just rip his clothes off him until he’s completely naked. His pretty cock is hard and the tip is wet.

My tongue peeks out and runs across my lips.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, his pupils blown out, his own lips parted as he pants in anticipation. I can see the marks on his body, the ones I’ve left all over him.

He looks good in blue.

“I’m going to make you scream.”

He wiggles beneath me and I attack like a predator, biting roughly on his hip. He cries out, and I lick at it, seeing the marks my teeth have made on his pretty, pale skin.

“Mikhail, you have to stop biting me,” he breathes, and I grab on to his cock and squeeze roughly.

“Sólnyshko, it’s not something I can stop. It’s a need.”

“You’re an animal,” he whispers, and I can see that happy glint in his eyes.

“I am,” I growl and then I lick up his cock, making him cry out again, his hands threading through my hair and tugging roughly. “For you, my little angel.”

He moans as I engulf him, sucking on him roughly, my teeth dragging down his length, but I don’t stop. I continue to take him into my mouth until I gag around him. Then I pull off and do it all over again. Angel is shaking beneath me and I preen at the fact that I’ve reduced him to this.

He’s moaning my name, saying it like a prayer. And yet here I am, worshiping him.

“Mikhail. Wait—oh my god—I’m going to come.”

I pull off him and crawl up his body, the fabric of my shirt hitting his skin, and his shaky fingers move up to unbutton it. A small whimper escapes him as my lips sink onto his and then he grunts and tries to tear the shirt open. It doesn’t work, and I let out a small chuckle, pulling my mouth from his.

“You’re not strong enough.”

He frowns up at me, and I grin at how annoyed he is by my comment.

“I’m strong enough for you,” he pouts, and I nip at his jaw as my hips grind into his.

“You are stronger than you think,” I reply, and he sighs as his hands thread through my hair and his legs wrap around me.

“I am. Don’t underestimate me.”

I huff out a laugh and then the next thing I know, he’s rolled us over and is sitting on top of me, his hands pulling my hair roughly.

“Little devil,” I murmur, the sting in my scalp bleeding down into my throat. I swallow roughly, my cock pulsing between us.

“I’m a devil in disguise,” he grins, tilting my head roughly to the side, and then he leans over and bites down roughly, making me hiss.

When he finally pops off me, he stares down at my neck. “I’ve marked you now. We’re even.”

I press my hand against the bruise on my skin and meet his hooded gaze.

“Seems we are,” I reply, and he drags his hands from my hair down my chest, his nails digging into my skin. I feel myself explode in goosebumps as he starts to move toward my groin, but I stop him with a fist in his hair.

“No, my little menace. Sit on my face if you’re going to suck my dick.”

He groans softly at that and then turns around, backing up until his cock and balls dangle just over my mouth. My hands cradle the globes of his ass as I pull him down further, my tongue lapping across his taint.

He moans and then leans forward and pulls my cock into his mouth, making sensation detonate across my entire body. The feel of his warm mouth surrounding me, the suction, the way he’s digging his nails into my thighs as he hovers above me make me lose any control I was holding on to. I push my thumb into my mouth, wetting it and then pressing it to his puckered, swollen hole, making him cry out around my cock. I push inside before maneuvering him so that his cock is in my mouth. The angle of it puts him right down my throat, and I choke on him but don’t let up. I just let him use me while I bring him closer and closer to the edge. His entire body is vibrating now, his balls drawn up, his hole clenching around my finger as I hold it inside of him. And I’m not much better off. I’m fucking my hips up into his mouth, feeling my release build inside of me. It’s sliding up my spine and down my legs, gathering in my balls as he deep-throats me. I can feel that tight, wet hole flex around me the moment I fall over the edge. I grunt around his cock as I empty into him, and I feel his cries hit my dick as he unloads down my throat. The taste of him isn’t bad at all and as I sit there, tasting him on my tongue, I decide that I’ll make sure to blow him as often as he wants.

Angel lets out a small whine and flops to the side, the two of us cradling each other as we catch our breath.

“I can’t move,” he says, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. My softening cock is against his chin and his is still resting against my lips.

I press a kiss to the tip of him, and he sighs.

“I want to cuddle, but I can’t move my legs. You sucked the nerves right out of me. ”

I wet my lips and then peel myself away from him, hearing his small whimpers of protest before I crawl over to him and wrap him in my arms, pulling him against my chest.

“Better?” I ask, and he sighs, wrapping himself around me and tucking his head under my chin.

“So much better.”

After a moment of silence, Angel lifts his head and I stare into those beautiful eyes.

Fuck, I told myself I’d never do this again, and yet here I am…falling all over again.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I reach down and cup his ass, feeling his cheek flex in my palm, and then nod.

“Okay.”

“It’s about she who shall not be named.”

“You can say her name, little Angel.”

“Okay, well, I’d like to ask you some things about her. I know it’s not the best time?—”

“I won’t keep secrets from you again. Ask me your questions.”

He worries his bottom lip, and I lean up and kiss him softly, my tongue flicking into his mouth and tasting the essence of me there. Fuck, I love it.

When we finally pull away, he sighs.

“You’re distracting me.”

I squeeze his ass again and grumble, “I’d rather kiss you than speak of her, but go ahead.”

He nods and then sits up, straddling my hips and running a hand through his messy hair.

“When did you meet her? How did you meet her?”

I let his body weight ground me and I touch his thighs tenderly as I stare up at him.

“We met in Russia. An old family friend, or so I thought.”

“But she hated you? And your family?”

“Yes, and rightfully so. My father had refused to help her father in a time of need. He wanted money to pay off debts and came to my father begging for a loan, but my father refused. He was killed over an outstanding debt from another rival family, and she blamed me for it. She thought that if my father had helped hers he wouldn’t have died. She lost it all because her father was a selfish, stupid man.”

“But how did this slip past you? Surely you must have known she was angry…”

I stare up at him, my hands tightening on his legs.

“I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”

“It’s fine. I know what you meant. How could I have been so na?ve as to still marry her? She was cunning, sólnyshko. She assured me that she didn’t blame me for it. But I was easily fooled. And she had her revenge.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says and then touches my chest tenderly, mending my wounded heart with just the brush of his fingertips. How can someone so small, so tender, manage this? ‘ A rose among thorns’ , is all I can come up with.

“Do not be. It is what it is. And even though I’ve come to terms with it, I realize now that she was much more cunning than I thought.”

“The tunnels?” he asks, and I nod.

“I do not think my father or grandfather had them made. I think she did, so she could sneak around without me noticing.”

“When do you think she had time to do that?”

“When my family and I traveled for business, when she was here all alone. She spent a lot of time on her own anyway. I just thought she liked her independence. I should have known she was up to something.”

“And someone has been down there. Do you think they still are?”

“I had the men seal off the entrances, every one that your crazy Bane found. But perhaps it is a ghost. She haunts me even in death.”

“Oh, Mikhail, I don’t think that. I think it’s something else. It’s not her. ”

“Who else would it be? Someone is hunting me here and also stealing from my accounts. It has to be connected.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s not. We don’t know.”

He leans down and nuzzles into me, my hands moving around his back.

“We’ll figure this out—together.”

“Hm, yes, my little Angel, we will do this together.”