“Katya,” I call after her. “Come back here.”
She ignores me, her long black hair hanging down her back. I shouldn’t picture wrapping it around my fist and using it to hold her where I want her while my cock disappears down her throat, but I do.
I get closer. So close the faint scent of her shampoo hits me.
“Katya,” I try again. “You’re bleeding.”
“Why should you care?” she snaps without looking back at me.
“Because I’m responsible for you now.”
It’s the truth. I may not have wanted to marry her, but now that I have, she’s mine. I don’t take that lightly.
“I’m responsible for myself.”
She picks up her pace. The main road is still about half a mile away. I have plenty of time to catch her. There’s not a chance in hell she’s going to escape me. I start walking faster, gaining on her. In another beat, I break into a run, taking her by surprise. I catch her around the waist and spin her so she’s facing me, her tits crushed into my chest. Her eyes are wide and the purest, lightest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.
“You’re mine now,” I remind her. “Mine to protect. You do what I say you do, you live where I say you live, and you don’t throw temper tantrums because you don’t like it. Got it?”
“I don’t subscribe to your old-school alpha male patriarchal bullshit,zasranets.” She shoves at my chest. “Let me go.”
“Your feet are bleeding.”
“So?” she spits out. “Who cares?”
She’s right. I shouldn’t care. I should let her walk off with bloody feet. Maybe she’d learn the hard way that when it comes to where she lives, who she interacts with, and anything pertaining to her general safety, I’m going to be the one in charge from now on.
I tell myself it’s just so I have the opportunity to spank her ass again as I lower my body to her midriff and hoist her over my shoulder in one quick move. I band an arm around the backs of her knees, keeping her still.
“Like I said,” I bite out. “You’re mine, whether you like it or not. I don’t take that lightly.”
“Maybe you should.” She wiggles and shimmies, trying to get away.
It’s not working. There’s no way in hell Katya’s escaping me.
I give her a sound spank to keep her from moving around so damn much. I don’t want to drop her. She’s feistier than she was the last few times I carried her this way. So I lengthen my strides, moving faster. The sooner I can set her down and have a look at her feet, the better.
I’m already halfway back to the house when she starts thrashing with new desperation. She narrowly avoids kicking me in the nuts.
“I’m not living with you!”
“Yes, you fucking are.”
She pounds on my back. “You’re going to have to lock me in.”
I give her another swat. “That can be arranged. Behave,cara mia, or you’re not going to like the result.”
Juggling her writhing body and the door, I make it back inside.
“Put me down!”
Striding into the living room, I dump her onto the nearest couch. She goes down softly, but she’s flailing and spitting mad. Which is how I like her. A subdued, sad Katya is something I don’t know how to deal with. I want the hellcat who bares her claws and uses them on my chest.
“Stay put,” I order her. “I need to look at your feet.”
“So you’re a doctor now?” she taunts, swiping the hair out of her face.
“Jack-of-all-trades,” I drawl. “And if you move an inch, you’re going to find out what else I’m good at.”