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Chapter 46: Yours (Rowan's POV)

I stared at her as she glanced out the window yet again while we sat at a dinner table in a different restaurant after I spent the entire day showing her the city I grew up in. I knew she still wanted to see all the famous spots, but I took her to some of my favorite places instead. Places I had been with my grandfather, with my mother, with my family when we could still be called one. 

"It wasn't supposed to rain tonight," I stated, stealing her attention. 

"I'm glad it did though. I like the rain," she said, going back to staring at the pitter and patter as each drop hailed down onto the window in the extreme wind blowing outside. 

"You do," I nodded, "I remember."

"What do you remember?" she laughed softly. 

"You getting sick one too many times after you went out to dance in the rain despite your parents warning you not to." 

She chuckled, meeting my eyes. "Of course I did. I would do it now too." 

"You most certainly will not. I can't have you getting sick, I wouldn't know what to do." 

She gave me a mischievous smile. "We'll see." 

We continued with dinner and I was hoping that the rain would stop by the time we finished but unfortunately, it did not. As we left, I pulled her to a halt. "I'll ask a valet to bring the car." She groaned softly as I asked the employee, speaking in fluent Russian, to bring our car over before I handed him the keys. I took my place beside her while we waited. "We still have four days in Russia and if you get sick here, it will not be enjoyable. I have work." 

"I won't bother you if I get sick." 

"That's impossible. I'd be worried every moment I spend away from you." 

She eyed me silently until our car pulled up and I took the keys, opening the passenger door for her, earning her giggles and a "Thank you." 

I rounded the car quickly and climbed in, heading straight to the house. 

Once I parked the car in the driveway and moved to get out, Evie grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Can we just sit here for a while? It feels nice." 

I paused for a moment and then nodded, leaning back and turning the car off, both of us just sitting in silence in the driveway. I rested my head back and turned to look at her while she stared out the window. Taking my time, I took in the sight of her, my eyes slowly moving down and then back up. When they met hers again, she was looking at me. 

She chuckled softly, "What?" 

I shook my head, my heart rate picking up beneath my chest. I took her hand off the console and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and then the inside of her palm and then wrist when she moved up to touch my cheek. My gaze met hers before I pulled my lips away from her wrist where I had kissed her just above her pulse. Her chest rose and fell steadily with each breath. I tugged at her hand, a wave of urgency hitting me. "Come here." 

She leaned forward, her lips colliding against mine. 

"Closer," I whispered, breaking our kiss.

Pausing for a moment, her eyes traveled across my face before she kicked her heels off and pushed herself forward. I rested my hands on her hips and steadied her until she was settled in my lap, straddling me. 

"Better," I nodded before tugging her down until our lips crashed again. Without stopping the kiss, I reached for her coat and pulled it down her shoulders, my hands tracing every inch of her dress until I dropped the coat into the passenger seat. Blindly, I reached over and pulled my car seat back, making her giggle against me. 

She lifted her hips off of mine for a moment before shifting on top of me and a small groan crawled up the back of my throat as my fingers dug into her waist. Suddenly, she stopped me, her hand on my chest. "We should go inside," she whispered, catching her breath. 

I closed my eyes for a moment, a moment she took for granted, and leaned in to kiss my jaw slowly, trailing kisses down my neck, stealing a little more air from my lungs each time her lips met my skin. "Let's go," I nodded, sitting up. 

She laughed and climbed off, grabbing her coat and quickly pulling her heels on while I caught my breath before taking the keys as both of us climbed out and rushed inside, avoiding the rain. 

As soon as I shut the front door, I had her pushed up against it. Her jacket and purse slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor softly and moments later, she pushed my jacket off my shoulders and that landed on the floor somewhere among her clothes. 

"Hopefully, Niko doesn't rip those up," I mumbled. 

She chuckled, kissing me harder, and pulled me in closer by my tie before undoing it but leaving it around my neck. 

"Up, Lyubov," I demanded. 

She held onto my shoulders tighter before I bent at my knees and pulled her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold herself up safely. 

I turned around and headed towards the staircase, stopping when she moved to leave ghosts of kisses down my neck. 

"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered into my ear. 

I moved one hand up her thigh, stopping at her ass. 

She laughed softly, dropping her forehead onto my shoulder. 

"No," I said, "but if you don't, I might very well fall down the stairs." 

She pulled back to look at me. "I'll wait." 

I moved up the stairs as quickly as I could and the moment we reached my door, her lips met mine again. I kicked the door shut before kicking my shoes off and carefully setting her on the ground right in front of the bed. 

Frantically, she worked the buttons of my shirt and I threw it onto the floor quickly, pausing and taking a step back to take off my watch and leave that on the desk. As we kissed again, my hands slid lower towards the hem of her dress and I tugged it up her thighs, up her hips, and kept pulling until we had to stop. She stuck her arms up and I yanked the dress off, throwing it onto the floor and moving away to get a look at her. She caught her breath, running a hand through her hair and lifting her eyes to meet mine. 

Fuck me. 

She looked ravishing, absolutely fucking gorgeous. Her hair was flowing freely down her back and with the dress off, she was left before me wearing her black lace and silk bra, and her see-through black stockings that didn't leave much to the imagination since I could very well see her underwear. "Okay, you can't look that much and that too so obviously," she laughed. 

I nodded, "Yes, I can. You're all mine now, aren't you?" 

She held my gaze in amusement. 

"Say it," I ordered. 

"Make me," she teased. 

I released a breath before walking over, tucking her hair behind her ear and then taking a hold of her chin, tipping it up. "Say it. Tell me you're mine." 

"No. You'd like that too much." She smiled, pecking my lips. 

I chased the distance the moment she pulled away and simultaneously, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her stockings, pushing them down her hips. 

She helped and kicked them off, throwing them somewhere nearby. 

With her grinning and laughing into the kiss, I was losing a hold of myself bit by bit. We had to slow down, I would lose myself and all control if we didn't pause. I wanted to make this last, I wanted it to be the best for her, and selfishly so, I wanted to ruin her for any other man, not that I was letting her go. 

I pulled away from the kiss, teasing her and she groaned in response, "Go to hell." 

"You are my personal little hell," I told her, grabbing her waist and pushing her to sit down with a bit of force, just enough for her to listen to me. 

She stared up at me with such defiance in her eyes, I wanted to watch it crumble when nothing but pleas left her beautiful lips. 

"My sweetest punishment. It's you, Lyubov," I told her, sinking to my knees in front of her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips but breaking away just as she deepened it. 

"I hate you," she sighed in frustration. 

"You tell me all my favorite lies," I chuckled, trailing a single finger up the inside of her thigh. 

She closed her legs together before I got too far. "You can't have all the fun, Mr. Volkov." 

I pushed her thighs apart. "No. But you can." 

She blinked and then pushed my hand off and crossed one knee over the other, resting her elbow on her leg and holding her chin in the palm of her hand. "So can you," she said, tracing my jaw with a single, delicate finger. 

"Ladies first," I smirked. 

"How chivalrous of you," she smiled, faintly kissing me. "You're cruel," she groaned loudly when I pulled away again. 

"I've given myself permission to be a cruel man in little ways," I nodded. "At least in the ways that can satisfy you," I added. 

She sighed softly, watching me. "And is that so I can enjoy it or you?" 

"Me. I am selfish that way," I grinned. 

She lifted an amused brow. "Kiss me, Rowan. And don't stop. Please," she whispered, leaning forward. 

I met her there, smashing my lips against hers, the urgency, the desperate, burning, and carnal desire to devour her washing over me. I lifted myself up and without breaking the kiss, gradually lowered her onto her back before I began to press soft and slow kisses down her body, spending a little more time on those places that had her gasping my name and arching into me. From her neck to her shoulders and down to her chest. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and stopped the minute she gasped. "Should I stop?" I asked. 

She stared at the ceiling and then shook her head. "No. Don't stop." 

"Evie, we don't have to—" 

"I said don't stop. Please." 

"Then look at me." 

She did, lifting herself onto her elbows. "Don't stop, Rowan." 

I nodded, pressing a kiss to her hipbone that had her sighing and letting her head fall back. "Lift your hips for me, Lyubov," I breathed out. She did just before I tugged her underwear down and slowly pushed her legs apart, giving her every opportunity to tell me to stop. "Do you want this?" I questioned, glancing up at her. 

"Yes," she said, letting out a shaky breath. "Yes, I do." 

"Then say it. Tell me you're mine." 

She lifted herself to look at me again. "I'm yours. All yours, Rowan. Always have been, probably always will be." 

"Probably?" I smirked. 

"Highly likely," she nodded. "Please, don't tease me." 

"But I'm so good at it," I mused. 

She groaned, throwing her head back. 

"We have all night. If I don't tease you until you're writhing before me, I'm doing it wrong," I told her slowly. 

"I didn't know you were into torture. Kinky," she laughed breathlessly. 

"Only for you, Lyubov. Only for you."

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Chapter 46

smut coming up next you guys get ready

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