Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

DESTINY
Goddamn. Holy. Fuck.
I was married to one beautifully dangerous man.
Jesus. Fuck. He looked like he'd just stepped through the gates of Hell. An avenging angel. A conqueror with domination on his mind.
Looking at him was difficult. He was just that beautiful, but I'd suffer gladly for the privilege of doing it.
I missed him so much.
I knew I should feel something about the fact Marat had just beaten a man, probably to death, right in front of my eyes. Something other than lust.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Who knew I was such a bloodthirsty little thing? And really, what about what he did was shocking compared to the rest?
The logical part of my brain knew Marat’s behavior since day one was one huge red flag. But watching him rush into the courtyard, teeth bared, fists raised, saving my fluffy ass from that prick Royce—well, that was just all kinds of hot.
And he did it all for me.
I knew his ego didn't need more fuel, so I kept all that to myself. But I thought maybe his soul needed something. And I wanted to be the one to provide it.
I wanted to throw myself upon his mercy. To hug him to my breast and offer him everything I had. To beg him for forgiveness.
“Marat, I know you’re mad⁠—”
“Mad? You think this is mad? I’m so fucking furious, I don’t know where to begin,” he growled, and my heart squeezed.
He looked every bit like the Devil he was as he glared down at me. I saw the pain reflected in his obsidian gaze, and it gutted me. I put that look there.
Too often I thought I saw shadows in his eyes, emptiness and despair. But right then, he looked furious and so fucking hurt, and I hated it. I hated that I did that to him.
“I named you Dumplin’ cause you were so fucking tempting, but I should have called you Monster. I should have called you Siren. My walking temptation trying to lead me to ruin!” Marat shouted, making me jump.
“I didn’t mean to⁠—”
“You damn well did! You bewitched me with your perfect, soft body, and your big eyes, and your easy smiles. You made me wild for you,” he accused.
“Marat, just listen⁠—”
“No, it’s time for you to listen,” he said, leaning forward and grabbing my ring finger.
I gasped, looking down as he pushed the ring, the same cornflower sapphire ring I’d taken off and left on the counter, back on my hand roughly.
“Now we match, Baby,” he grunted, and I looked at his ring finger, gasping when I saw a platinum band that matched mine.
He dropped a hand on either side of my head on the back of the couch, forcing me to lean back.
Baby? He has to still care. Please, please, say you care.
“You let me have you. You let me hold you. I might have tricked you into marrying me, but you never objected. Not once. You gave me ground rules. You said you’d tell me when something was wrong. You said you would be honest, Destiny, and you said you would let me know when I fucked up. But you waited for me to leave the country, then you just fucking left.”
“I’m sorry,” I cried softly.
“You. Left.”
He tossed the accusation out again, and I sobbed. I nodded. He was right. I did all those things.
“You half-assed this, Destiny. You tried to cheat us, and I am so damn mad at you. But I did fuckup. And you didn’t reach that decision alone, did you Baby?”
“Marat,” I whimpered.
“No, no more, crying. No more leaving, you hear me?” he said, his hands moving from the couch to cup my face.
“You’re home now. Where you belong. And you are staying right here. With me. Like you said you would. Understand,” he growled.
“I don’t,” I started, but he misunderstood.
He pushed himself between my legs, kneeling on the floor, and pulled me against him. I felt his chest rising with each breath, and I swallowed.
His spicy scent filtered through the haze fogging my brain, that sensual fuzziness that always happened when he touched me.
I was going to say I don’t want to be anywhere else, but Marat’s rock hard length was pressed against my core, and too many nights had passed since I’d had sex with my husband.
His lips were moving though, so I forced myself to listen. Leaning into his touch as he held me tight to him.
“Yes, you fucking do. You belong here. With me. You’re my wife. And I’m not letting you go. I don’t care what I have to do, you’re staying,” he said, shaking his head.
His dark eyes shone like glass, and I gasped when I saw his emotions overflow. His hurt washed over me, drowning me, and I cupped his face. I couldn’t handle seeing tears on my fallen angel’s face.
“I'm begging you for mercy, Destiny. You’re the only woman I want. I know I ruined things. I was guarded and fucking stupid. I just didn’t expect you,” he confessed.
“You snuck past my defenses, found all the cracks and breaks inside of me, and you filled them with your light, with your beautiful fucking warmth.”
This man. He was wrecking me. But in a good way.
I was more than ready to tell him the truth. To tell him I loved him. Explain I had no plans to leave him again.
Also, I probably needed to tell him there was a slight possibility I was pregnant. But that all had to wait because my Devil was not finished pouring his beautiful black heart out to me yet.
I waited with bated breath, hanging on his every word.
“I can't live without you. Please, don't make me try,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry I left,” I whispered. “I just, it hurt, seeing how different our lives really are, and knowing you could do so much better than me.”
“There is no one better than you. Don’t ever talk like that again,” he said, his black irises growing even darker with anger.
“I still don’t know why you married me,” I said.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Dumplin’?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“I love you. Since the first time I saw you. I just didn’t know what it was,” he said, and my soul soared.
He was so close. And it had been so long. I pressed my lips to his, needing that connection.
“Are you sure you want this? You want me?” I asked, needing to know.
“What do I have to do to prove it to you?”
“Just keep loving me,” I told him, pressing him down onto the floor.