There would always be danger, enemies attempting to rule my world and my life. My promise to protect and cherish the woman I loved had changed me to some degree. Some would call my adoration a weakness, but I knew otherwise. She was my strength: her intelligence and devotion to my child, her love of all creatures great and small, and her willingness to look past the demons lurking inside me.
The party continued, even though I was still a cautious man, making certain soldiers remained on duty. However, I had no worries. Peter wasn’t a stupid man. Everyone knew of his betrayal and business had returned to normal in Philadelphia. There would be no attempts made.
Willow sat with her feet resting on my knees, a glass of bubbly still in her hand. She’d been contemplative since the wedding, laughing with our guests and playing with Dimitri, even though she’d been a thousand miles away.
“Five bucks for your thoughts,” I said quietly.
“Hmmm… I offered you ten. Are you saying my thoughts are less valuable than yours, husband?” Her laugh returned as she playfully kicked me.
“Men are always worth more. You know that,” I teased, moaning when she kicked me again. “Everything is going to be all right.”
“Everything is all right. I’m content and happy. We’re in a beautiful location, the weather perfect. The ceremony was everything a girl could dream of. Plus, I’m in love with a brooding man. What could be better?”
“Another man already? I’m gonna kill him,” I growled, leaning forward.
Dangling her fingers in the glass, she flicked some of the liquid in my direction. “Over my dead body. Besides, he’s a formidable and very dangerous man.”
“Now, I will definitely hunt him down,” I teased. “I’m much more dangerous.”
She yanked her feet down, crowding close, dragging me even closer. “You are capable of more love than I’ve ever known. You are such an amazing, honorable man, capable of greatness. I’m so happy to be here. You stole my heart.”
The words were far too beautiful.
If only I could live up to her expectations.
If only I could give her what Angelo had stolen from her.
A child of her own.
If only…
“You know. Dimitri is asleep. I think it’s time to retire,” I half growled, rubbing my finger under her chin. “There is one giant anal plug with your name on it.”
She gave me a pouting look. “That’s not fair.”
“Who said life was fair? Time for a spanking, my love.”
Her eyes opened wide, her luscious lips pursing. “But I’ve been so very good.”
“Depending on what we’re talking about.” I took the glass out of her hand, placing both on the small table and easing her to her feet. As I pulled her into the bedroom, she pretended to struggle, trying her best to get away from me.
Candles flickered from the wind spilling in through the open door, adding to the sensual ambiance. I’d wanted this entire experience to be nothing but perfect.
She deserved no less.
“Bad man.”
I dragged her against my chest, easing my hand down the softness of her simple dress, her selection as classic as the woman herself. “I am absolutely a bad man. Something you should never forget.” I positioned her over my arm, giving her several swats on her bottom, grinning as she squealed.
“I won’t. Sir!”
I couldn’t help but grin as I eased her into a standing position. “Now, you’re going to undress and position the pillows on the bed then wait for my return.”
“Where are you going?”
“A surprise.” I gave her a commanding look and pointed toward the bed. When she twisted her voluptuous mouth, I was ready to ravage her.
“Another surprise. Ugh. I mean, yes, sir.”
I took long strides into the kitchen, yanking open the refrigerator. I’d promised her additional training. Now seemed like the perfect time. I’d never felt so light on my feet as I walked back into the room. The moonlight sweeping in through the open doors highlighted her gorgeous naked form lying patiently like a good little girl. I basked in her glory for a few seconds before opening the bag.
She turned her head hearing the noise and even in the dim lighting, I could see her eyes had opened wide. “What is that?”
“Ginger.”
Her slight whimper was a delightful reward.
“You see, I was never able to continue with your anal training or the discipline you so desperately need,” I said casually as I approached. “Open your beautiful ass cheeks for me.”
“I’ve been so good,” she muttered but obeyed instantly.
I eased onto the bed, rubbing my hand down her spine, shuddering from the electricity soaring between us. As I fingered the perfectly carved piece, I bit back a dark and almost evil chuckle. “This should help you remember your plug from now on.” I carefully pushed the tip to her puckered hole, realizing I was holding my breath. When the finger was firmly planted inside, I moved to a standing position.
“What happens?” she asked in such an innocent manner.
“A delightful burn. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“You’re terrible!” she complained, wiggling on the bed.