Page 35 of His Prince (Unexpectedly Twisted #2)

Three weeks later…

“You’re supposed to stay in bed.”

“I’m fucking tired of staying in bed. I’ve been in bed for a month. My muscles are prolapsing.”

Georgiy lets out a small huff. “You mean atrophying.”

“That’s what I meant?”

Georgiy opens his mouth to reply, but I narrow my gaze at him, shutting him up. “Don’t you fucking say a word. I don’t fucking care. I’m just weak, a woman at this point. And where the hell is Angel?”

“In the garden,” Nina says as she appears next to me, sniffing loudly. “You need a bath. You stink. And do not say women are weak. We are much stronger than you.”

I glower at her, but then eat my words. She’s right. I’ve never met a stronger person than her.

“Fine, I concede. I do need a bath. I was just going to head there when Georgiy stopped me. ”

“You cannot stand up yet. You are too weak. Like a woman,” Nina says, and I glower at her, but my displeasure is just ignored.

No one listens to me anymore. Everyone just defers to Angel.

He’s the boss now.

I guess he always has been.

The mere thought of him warms my heart, my fierce prince, my beautiful Angel. The way he saved me, the look on his face, the glint in his eyes as he held that gun and pulled the trigger.

I’ll never forget what he did for me.

He was willing to die for me.

I’m glad he didn’t. I’m glad I was the one who took the bullet, even if I’m grumpy about it now. It’s just that I hate being told what to do.

Unless Angel tells me, and then I can manage.

“If you want that romantic dinner set up for tonight, you need a bath and a shave. While we do that, Felix and Gael will make sure the room looks nice.”

“I can do it myself,” I grumble, but she just swats at my arm as Georgiy helps me stand up. The minute my feet hit the ground, I nearly crumble. Well, fuck. I need to start walking more, moving about. The little I do winds me, but I refuse to let myself shrivel into nothing.

I’m going to keep working until I’m back to the way I was.

“I see the determination on your face. But do not get too determined or you will end up bedridden again,” Georgiy mutters.

I don’t reply, just let him lead me to the bathroom where I see the tub filled with bubbly water. With a flick of my wrist, and a little help from Nina, I divest of my clothes and sink inside of it.

I really need to start working out again when I’m cleared to do so.

And fuck…

I really want to sink my dick inside my husband. Sadly, he’s not interested in helping me out. I think Georgiy has something to do with that. He’s killing the mood .

Literally.

Angel is treating me with kid gloves, but I’m not a child. I’m a man. A feeble man at the moment, but one nonetheless.

As I wash my body, the bubbles floating lazily on top of the water, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I’ve spent so much time in bed, my mind playing back what’s happened over the past month. I can’t quite believe it sometimes.

Daniil. Mila. The two of them in cahoots, trying to take me down, fucking with my money and my mind.

Unfortunately, a piece of me still misses Daniil.

I wish he had chosen me and not her. I was loyal and would have given him the world. I did, actually. I allowed him in, loved him like a brother.

But he betrayed me. I didn’t expect it from him, never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. But that night, at the restaurant, Angel by my side, I felt Daniil’s disdain for me. He hated me. I don’t know how I missed it, how I was so ignorant, but I was.

And now I’m left trusting almost no one.

It’s one of the reasons I’m having the tunnels filled in. I don’t want anyone else in Katarina’s family to come after me, using those passageways to get to me or Angel. I’ve also increased security around the perimeter of the yard with extra guards, barbed wire, and electric fences. If anyone attempts to get through, they’ll die trying.

I’ll protect Angel—my family, my heart—just like he did for me.

“You wanted to speak to me.” Ivan’s voice rings out through the bathroom, and I peek an eye open at my brother.

“I asked to speak with you three hours ago.”

He huffs in annoyance. “I was busy.”

I stare at him and then purse my lips. “I would rather do this when I’m not in the tub.”

He doesn’t seem bothered by it, just pulls a cookie from his coat pocket and stuffs it in his mouth. Crumbs litter the floor, and I bite back a scathing comment. As much as he annoys me, I can’t help but be glad that Mila and Daniil never hurt him. He’s the only family I have left and I refuse to lose him too.

“I no longer want you to be head of security.”

Ivan stops chewing and meets my stare.

“You firing me?”

“Yes. And no. I’d like you to take over the business in my stead. We both know you’re shit at security and much better at running the businesses than I am.”

“But you?—”

“I don’t want it. I just want to live with Angel, here on the grounds. Maybe even raise a family with him one day.”

“You’re too old for that,” he grumbles.

“Fuck you. I’m not too old. But that doesn’t matter. Do you accept or not? I have no desire to continue on as the head of the family. I hate it. Hate it all. I want to take my money and retire.”

“You really think you can retire? You are always busy.”

“Yes, I can and I will, with Angel by my side. Almost dying has put things in perspective. I no longer care about all of this.”

Ivan stares at me intently, almost as if in disbelief, but then he nods, swallowing the rest of his cookie and straightening his jacket.

“And who will take over as the head of security?”

“Casey.”

Ivan shifts on his feet. “I don’t know who that is. But if that is what you want, we can begin the transition when you are better.”

“I want to begin it now. Whatever you need, let me know. I want to wash my hands of this entire business.”

“The blasphemy,” Ivan begins, but then sighs when he sees the look on my face.

“You know I’ve been done for a while now. Just accept it. It will be easier for us all.”

He stares down at his body and then adjusts his glasses. “I do not have the physique of a mobster. No one will take me seriously. ”

“Yes. You do not look like one. Which is why you will have to surround yourself with men who do. They will inspire enough fear while you intimidate with your mind. You are smart and sensible when you use your brain. I have faith in you.”

He snorts and then starts to choke, his eyes watering, and I let my face sink under the water, done with this conversation. It’s lukewarm but I want to sit in here long enough to smell good for Angel. He deserves that much.

When I reemerge, Ivan is gone and Nina is staring at me with a towel in her arms.

“Get. Out. You are no longer a fish, but a man. Dinner is almost ready and Angel is going to be heading back soon.”

I grumble as I push my weakened body up and dry off. When I’m done, Nina helps me shave and then we move into my closet. As I enter the bedroom, I see the work that Felix and Gael have done to the entire space. It’s nice, romantic even, with fairy lights draping from the corners, a table set up with candles in the middle, roses and flowers in vases along the windowsills and the desk.

If I saw a string quartet I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Well done,” I say when I reappear from the closet wearing sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt. It’s the best I can do. My pants don’t fit me right now. I’ve lost too much weight. But in a few months, I should be back to normal.

“We’re happy to do it, Boss,” they murmur. “Nina will be back with the food in a bit.” And then they disappear, leaving me to wait for my husband to show up.

And I do. I fucking wait, pacing and sitting, trying to catch my breath as I move.

I’m as weak as a kitten.

Finally, Angel appears hours later, his face streaked with dirt, his cheeks sun-kissed. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“You took forever. Hours,” I grumble, and he grins, his eyes twinkling.

“I was busy, and it wasn’t hours. Thirty minutes, max. But you look well,” he says as he leans up and presses a kiss to my lips. “And the room looks very romantic. Did you do this for me?”

“Yes,” I say and then pull him in for a deeper kiss. Georgiy wants me to take it easy, but my dick thinks otherwise. I want to fuck him.

Hard.

“Oh no, you can’t do that,” Angel says, looking flushed. “We need to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. It’s been years.”

He huffs a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I am not. I’m reasonable.”

“Sure, my love.”

The way he looks at me, that sweet name for me, makes my heart skip a beat.

“You need to sit,” he says, and I murmur my protests as he helps me to the chair, the fresh air from late fall moving in through the window and flickering the candles.

“This is perfect.”

“It would be better if you were naked.”

“I’m not eating naked. Nina would be horrified.”

“You should horrify them all. You’re far too nice to them.”

He grins at me from across the table and leans forward, his chin on the back of his hand.

“They treat me well. They’ve been wonderful.”

I sigh when I see how happy he is.

“Come over here. Sit on my lap. You’re too far away.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I was shot in the chest, sólnyshko. Not my dick.”

He lets out a huff of laughter and moves toward me, lowering himself gently onto my lap. The scent of him, earth and honey, makes my cock perk up. My arm wraps around his waist, and I pull him in closer.

“Mikhail,” he protests, but I don’t let him speak. I just tilt his head back and kiss him deeply.

“No talking, just fucking. ”

Angel laughs sweetly against my lips as Nina appears with Casey and Gael, food in her hands.

“No more smooching. Enough. We have worked hard to make this. You will eat. All of it or I may shoot you myself.”

I peel my lips from Angel, about to protest, but then swallow my words when I see how happy Angel looks. He hasn’t moved from my lap but is wetting his lips as they lay out the courses. He needs to eat. I’m going to make sure he’s never hungry again.

“I didn’t realize how famished I was,” Angel says as he leans forward, his ass deliciously moving around on my dick. A pure, delectable torture.

But I can wait, can suffer through like a true martyr so that he can eat. But once he’s full, the game is afoot.

I will have him at my mercy.

Right now though, I feed him. My fingers slip between his lips, pressing against his tongue. I watch his throat move and bob, listen as he moans. It’s indecent. I’m glad we’re alone so I can whisper dirty, filthy things in his ear.

“I can feel your dick,” he says softly, turning around to grin at me, his own fingers slipping a piece of bread between my lips. “It’s hard.”

“It’s been far too long. I need to come.”

“Oh, sweet husband. I’ll take care of you, but not until you’re fully rested.”

I grumble my annoyance but let him continue to feed me, and I may or may not touch his dick often. I want to eat that too.

Eat his ass as well.

“I know that look, and no. If anyone is doing anything, it will be me servicing you,” Angel says sternly.

I grunt when he grinds down onto my dick once more. His movements and tough tone are only making me more insatiable.

“If you keep that up, there will be no stopping me, my little sinner. I will hold you down and take what I want.”

He looks back at me saucily, his eyes twinkling. “I’m pretty sure I could overpower you, Mikhail. You’ve lost all your muscles?— ”

“I have not. I’m as strong as an ox.”

“More like a bunny, but I happen to like those. Or squirrels.”

“I’m not a fluffy rodent,” I grumble, and Angel giggles, the sound music to my ears. When I heard from the men how Angel was so distraught over my coma, how he wouldn’t eat or move from my side, it broke a little part of me.

Not to mention that his father had to leave suddenly, due to an issue back at home. He and Tatum took off as soon as they felt they could leave Angel. And Diablo, well, he lingered, eyeing me suspiciously, but he couldn’t deny how happy Angel was, how drastically he improved once I was no longer on death’s door.

Diablo finally left last week, threatening me when Angel wasn’t looking, but I took it in stride. They are twins after all.

And now all I want to do is make Angel happy, help him smile and love him.

“You’re not. You’re much more handsome than a rodent,” Angel says with a wide grin. “And even if you weren’t, I’d still love you.”

My fingers tighten against him, a breath, a pause.

“Good. You should love me. I almost died.”

Angel’s cheeks pinken, and I lean forward and press my lips to his.

“And I love you, little Angel. How I ever lived without you is beyond comprehension.”

“Mikhail—”

“Now, no more talk about love,” I say as I stand, pulling him into my arms and nearly falling to the floor from how weak my limbs are. Fuck, maybe I am like a bunny. A weak, furry creature.

“Mikhail, put me down. You’re going to fold like a cheap lawn chair.”

“I am not cheap, or a chair. I am a sturdy sofa,” I murmur as I stubbornly bring him to the bed and set him down. His hair is rumpled, his cheeks red, and his cock rock hard.

“Yes, my hot, sturdy sofa man,” Angel says with a grin as I descend on him, wincing at the pain in my shoulders as I go .

“Mikhail, please lie back. I know you’re horny, but you’re going to pull something. Let me take care of you,” Angel demands, and the pain in my chest forces me to do as he says. I lie on my back and he straddles me, his fingers slowly stripping me naked. By the time we’re both completely bare, I’m panting, my cock ready to explode.

“Hurry up,” I groan as he leans over me, his hair falling across his forehead, the fairy lights making him positively shine. He looks ethereal in this moment, sent from Heaven to save me.

“I think we’re going to take it slow,” he says and then presses a kiss to my lips. I savor it. I savor him and being alive.

“I’m so glad I married you,” I say, suddenly feeling emotional.

“I’m quite the catch,” he replies as he grinds against me, his teeth scraping against my collarbone, his mouth brushing gently against my gunshot wound.

But I need him to understand this, the importance of it before anything else.

My hands fist his hair, and I force him to look at me.

“Angelo Ivanov,” I say, and he blinks down at me. “I worship you. You’re it for me, my little devil.”

He leans into my touch and then presses a kiss to my wrist.

“And you’re it for me, husband. Let me show you how much I love you.”

His mouth surrounds my cock, and I groan, my fingers clutching his hair.

“Angel, oh fuck.”

He hums happily, the vibrations moving along my cock and up my thighs. I’m not going to last. The way his tongue feels on me, the way he looks. His eyes meet mine, and I feel my balls draw up, unloading into his mouth within seconds.

When I come down from the high of it, Angel grins down at me, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was fast.”

“I was desperate. Everyone was forcing celibacy on me. ”

He sighs and then bites his bottom lip.

“What?” I ask, my eyes moving down to his hard cock. “Do you want to get off?”

“Yes, but I know you’re tired and old.”

I growl and reach out, grabbing on to his dick, shuttling my fist over his length. “I’m not old. I am at my peak.”

Angel gasps and falls forward slightly, arching his hips up into my fist. I grin at the way he looks, his pupils blown out, his hair a complete mess.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, and he groans my name, his cock shooting out cum across my chest. I hold him in my hand until he flops onto the bed beside me, curling up into me like a cat.

“I needed that.”

“I did too.”

We’re silent a moment and then he reaches over, grabbing some tissues and wiping me clean.

“I’m going to retire,” I tell him, and his hand stops moving.

“Are you?”

“I want to just spend my life with you.”

“Who will take over?”

“Ivan. Oh. And if you’re okay with it, I’d like to move Casey to head of security.”

“Of course I’m okay with it. He’ll fill the role so well.” Angel tosses the tissues aside and leans into me, his eyes meeting mine. “What will we do with all our free time?”

“Exist. You can tend your garden and the chickens, and maybe we could even have kids one day.”

His mouth falls open, his cheeks turning such a pretty shade of pink.

“I’d love to have kids with you. I want a family with you, Mikhail.”

My hand threads in his hair, and I pull him down for a kiss.

“So do I, sólnyshko. So do I.”

Thank you Lily Mayne for letting me borrow the Lizard Granny Mafia from The Goliaths of Wrestling. They were so fun to include in this book. If you’d like to read more about the Goliaths of Wrestling, you can find their story here.