Smex Scene Sunday

Hero: Nikolai Kalasnikov. Head of the Russian mob. Overly alpha and dominant, his undying love for his wife and need to protect her has him lying and treating her like a possession instead of a person.

Heroine: Vivian Kalasnikov. Married to Nikolai. Daughter to the head of a very dangerous MC. Is tired of his secrets and wants him to treat her as an equal in and out of the bedroom.

He brushed his hand over the black eight-pointed star sitting just beneath his left collarbone. “Do you know what these mean? What I did to earn these?”

My gaze flicked to his somber eyes before settling on the frightening star he touched. They were the tattoos only a man who had reached the highest and most secretive echelon of the Russian mafia earned. Voice soft, I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

He stalked toward the bed with that predatory grace I found so thrilling. Standing so close I could feel the heat waves radiating from his skin, he asked, “What else do these stars on my chest and my knees mean?”

Focused on his pale eyes, I didn’t miss the dangerous flash in his icy irises. “That you will kneel before no man.”

“Da.” Then, deliberately and with glacial slowness, he slid to the floor and knelt in front of me. I held my breath as he peppered light yet stunningly erotic kisses along my thighs. He lifted his head and pinned me in place with a scorching look that made my heart swell and my stomach wobble violently.

“Only you, Vivian. You are the only one in the entire world who can bring me to my knees.”

His bold confession struck me as both an incredible compliment and a reverent warning. I wielded an immense power over him, the sort of power other men dreamed of having, and I had to be careful in the way that I used it.

With a silent but meaningful look, he dropped his head and resumed the sensual trail of kisses along my thighs. Overwhelmed by arousal and love for this beautifully complicated man, I fell back to the bed and closed my eyes.