Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Come, let's get you to bed,” Grace orders as she shoves her door open.
With my body aching as if I ran a fucking marathon, I groan when I climb out of the vehicle.
Grace comes to wrap her arm around my lower back. I love that she’s trying to take some of my weight, but she’s too small in comparison to me.
The walk up the hill drains the last of my energy, and entering the house, I head straight for the living room. I drop down on a couch with a sigh of relief.
“You should go to bed,” Grace insists.
I stare at her beautiful face as she leans over me, worry tightening her features.
“I’ll go up once I have energy,” I say.
She places her hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”
“That’s because I’m not. I’m just tired.”
“I’ll make you some green tea.” She darts away and jogs in her hurry to get to the kitchen.
Previously, whenever I’ve been sick or injured, there was no one to fuss about me.
I’m not going to lie. I like it.
A lot.
When she comes back, I drag myself into a sitting position. Taking the cup from her, I grin and murmur, “Thanks, miláčik.”
She hurries away again, heading up the stairs.
I suck in a deep breath then drink some of the tea before placing the cup on the coffee table.
Grace comes back down with an armful of clothes.
Even though I showered during the flight home, I had to put on the same clothes because our luggage got blown up with the private jet.
My wife sets it all down on the couch beside me, then reaching for my shirt, she gingerly removes it from my body.
My eyes remain locked on her face as she undoes the belt, and when she takes hold of my cargo pants, I lift my hips so she can drag the fabric down my legs.
With a serious expression etched on her face, she removes my boots and socks, and once she has me naked, I grin at her.
“Don’t even try, mister. You’re in no condition to have sex,” she says, her tone strict.
I let out a chuckle, and feeling like a king, I let her dress me in the clean sweatpants and shirt.
“Now lie down and sleep,” she orders.
I grab her wrist before she rushes off to do something else, and giving my best pout, I say, “I want more attention.”
She sits down by my thigh, making sure to avoid my side, and reaching for my head, she brushes her fingers through my hair.
Grace stills and stares at me for the longest time, then her face crumbles, and she lets out a sob. “I could’ve lost you.”
“Never. It will take more than an army of Russians and missiles to get rid of me.” I lift my hand and use the pad of my thumb to brush a tear from her cheek.
She gives me a cynical look. “As much as you’d like to believe you’re Superman, you’re not. You could’ve died, Dominik.”
My tone is filled with tenderness as I say, “But I didn’t. You’re stuck with me for a little while longer.”
Her face crumbles again, and she whimpers, “I want to be stuck with you forever.”
Wrapping my fingers around the side of her neck, I pull her toward me, but she shakes her head. “You’re injured.”
“Woman, just let me hold you,” I chuckle, yanking her down on me.
I force her to lie half on top of me, then mutter, “Relax.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she complains.
“I’m fine.” I brush some of her blond strands away from her face and over her shoulder. “Relax for me.”
I feel how the tension slowly leaves her and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Dobré dievča.”
We lie in silence for a while, then she whispers, “There was a moment when the guys lifted you off the truck. Seeing you lifeless…” she chokes up and takes a few seconds to suck in a trembling breath. “You’ve become my entire world, Dominik. I love you in a way that would completely destroy me if I lost you.”
Her words soak deep into my soul. Being loved so much by the woman who owns me is a dream come true.
A dream I didn’t know I had.
Yes, Evinka and I love each other, but we’d survive if one of us died.
Now I have someone who would die if she lost me. I’m the most important thing to her.
“Dominik?” she whispers as she lifts her head to look at me.
“I never knew it would feel this incredible to be loved,” I murmur.
She leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth, then says, “I love you, Dominik.” She gives me another kiss. “I love you.” And another kiss. “I love you so much it hurts to be a second away from you.”