Uncle Aleksei Series

Chapter18

We will only be interrupted a short while by the priest, who waits downstairs in the living room to pronounce us man and wife. After that, she will be made to forget her arguments with me and accept the happiness I’m driven to provide her. And I can provide for her every need. For a very long time. My profession might be considered unpleasant to some, but being the best at what I do made it very lucrative. Which is why the priest doesn’t mind waiting for Georgina to wake from her nap. I have paid him very well.

Only the promise that Georgina will be my wife tonight forces me to tear my gaze off her sleeping form and take a shower. When I emerge from the en – suite bathroom, Georgina rouses among the sheets, blinking at me sleepily. “Hi.” Her eyes are drawn to my stiff cock, which I haven’t bothered covering with a towel. “Wow,” she breathes. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

Fuck, her mouth looks soft. All of her appears so soft. Touchable. “Trust me, I would get you used to it now, but we have a guest waiting downstairs.”

“We do?” She sucks in a breath. “Is it m – my father?”

“Nyet.” My blood pressure goes haywire for a moment at the reminder that another male has a claim to her. Even fatherhood is unacceptable. Mine. Mine. “A priest. Within the hour, you will be Georgina Mikhailov.”

“Oh, really?” Her spine straightens. “I don’t remember you asking me to marry you.”

My muscles threaten to snap. “You would allow me to breed you on the back lawn — fill you with my child — but you will not take my last name?”

A tense standoff begins between us, but I’m almost brought to my knees when her lower lip trembles and her body sags. “I know we don’t exactly have a conventional relationship, but you could at least give me a nice proposal.”

“I will try, angel. I will try to do this,” I say without hesitation, intensity resonating in my throat. “Please, do not cry. I am only impatient to call you mine. In every sense.”

She uses the sheet to wipe her damp cheeks. “Cut me some slack, all right? I didn’t even know you were into me until this morning.”

“Into you? Your name is tattooed on my body once for every year you’ve been alive.”

“You’re going to run out of room by the time I’m forty.”

“And that will be my honor.” I kneel on the bed and walk toward Georgina, cupping her face in my hands. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved or lusted for. The only person I’ve ever called friend.” I brush my thumbs across her eyebrows. “Become my wife. Give me a far richer life than I deserve.”

With a gusty sigh, she tucks her face into the crook of my neck. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Relief is a cool balm inside my chest. “That was good, yes?”

Her smile blooms against my skin. “Da. Very good.” When she pulls back, there’s a pink flush on her cheeks. I suspect it has something to do with my hard dick prodding her between the legs, looking for its home. “Should we go get married?”

I nod and allow the anticipation to take hold once more. “The suitcase with your clothing is in the closet. You might want to shower before facing a man of God. You look as if you’ve been plowed by an uptight Russian.”

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands. On her way to the bathroom, she sends me a saucy wink over her shoulder. “I have.”

My entire being aches with love as I watch her vanish behind the closed door.

Note to self: sometimes it’s easier to ask for things. Asking gets me winked at by Georgina.

This gives me much to consider.

Oh snap.

I almost fall down the stairs when I see Aleksei waiting for me, a young priest at his elbow. My Russian is wearing a tight white dress shirt and black pants. Through the material of his shirt, I can see the outline of his tattoos. They creep out through the cuffs onto his hands, his knuckles. Grow through the collar onto his neck. And the expression on his face…