Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Fifty Six

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His body heat engulfed me in a haze of warmth that had me teetering on the edge of insanity. This was certainly not the situation I was anticipating when I came into this room, let alone tried to wake the man above me from his nightmare.

Price you pay for being too f*****g nice, Emilia...You should have let him be...

Everything had gone incredibly wrong. This was not part of the plan and although it irked me, I was too busy trying not to hyperventilate and give in to the s****l urges that were threatening to overwhelm me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep and the wisps of the bad dream that had been. Blue eyes peered down at me, illuminated only by the bedside lamp he had turned on at some point during my inner conversation with my sub conscious. His question momentarily caught me off guard despite the fact that I knew it would come.

But not when I am under him, his hard erection pressing against me whilst his strong thighs imprisoned my own in a tantalizing mix of masculinity and simple perfection. All I could now see was just how bloody perfect he was. Every single little thing I had noticed on him was nothing compared to being the full recepient of his perfection.

I am losing my damn mind, aren't I? Blinded by lust of all things...

"Nothing. You were having a nightmare and I just wanted to wake you up. You seemed distressed."

I responded as nonchalantly as I possibly could despite my erratically beating heart and my unsettled countenance. I thanked whatever being that was looking out for me and keeping my voice steady. I felt anything but calm and collected.

His gaze turned to the gun in my hand that was still firmly pointed at him as his was at me. Neither one of us made a move for a moment, each simply taking in the position we were now in.

"You came to wake me...with a gun?"

He sounded genuinely stumped, an amused expression making its home in his gaze as he relayed what I knew he would. He did not believe a single word I had just stated despite it being partly true. I knew it was ridiculous to think he would not see right through me. It was worth a shot, though.

Which is why you had a plan, Emilia...You should have stuck to it...

"As I said, you sounded distressed. I didn't know what to do so I simply took every precaution I could possibly take."

I shrugged, earning a musical chuckle that sent shivers through me as I experienced every bit of the vibration that coursed through him as he did. It was one amongst few of the genuine smiles he had graced me with and I couldn't help but not only admire it but let it wash over me with an unexplainable warmth.

He's starting to be a bit more liberal with them, huh?

Not that I was complaining. He was already grudgingly handsome as it is with the permanent scowl and serious demeanor he presented to the world but when he let his guard down, when he showed the warmth that lurked deep within him, he was absolute perfection.

"So how about you lower your weapon, hmm? As you can see, I am perfectly okay."

He stated, gesturing at my firmly held gun that I did not move away from him. I could feel the familiar stubbornness, the burning need to be rebellious. To defy him despite the fact that I knew well enough he was not a fan of not being listened to.

If he wanted an obedient doormat then he should have probably married some girl from His world... Like the one he was meant to...

"How about you lower yours first?"

He raised a brow at my defiance, the usual tick and twitch in his right eye even more pronounced now. It brought a smug smile to my lips. I knew well enough that not many could manage to elicit a reaction from the great King of Sin himself. He was an impenetrable wall.

But not to me...

"Don't f*****g play with me, Emilia. Especially when it comes to dangerous weapons which you seem to be handling a little too well. Almost as if you have done this before. Tell me, where would a town girl from Aspen learn to handle a Glock like its second nature?"

His question caught me off guard, but not as much as the light brush of his own gun against my cheek and the curiosity that burned within his gaze. A knowing look also lurked within, almost as if he knew the answer to his own question and simply wanted confirmation of the same.

The realization scared the s**t out of me. I fought the tremble that threatened to come forth at the very possibility that this man knew more than I had fed him. That he had dug any further into my tumultous past, details of which only my best friend knows about.

Calm down, Em...He might be bluffing. Don't let him in... Be smarter than he is...

"From a self defense class. Ever heard of them? Or do you hire thugs to teach your men how to handle themselves? It certainly seems like something right out of your playbook."

A smirk stretched across my lips at his eye roll but it died on my lips the minute his gun began to go lower and lower on my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

That shouldn't be turning me on as much as it is...I shouldn't want him to shove such a dangerous weapon in places it shouldn't be...

Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?...

"Such a dirty, smart mouth. I wonder how errant you'll be once I teach you not to defy me."

He muttered, running his thumb across my bottom lip using his free hand as the gun came to a stop right within my clevage. I nipped at his finger, biting it gently which elicited a silent hiss from my husband, his eyes darkening at my defiance and the look in my eyes no doubt.

I wanted him. Really really bad. I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should at least hide just how much I needed the man above me to take me and show me realms of pleasure that I would never be able to comprehend. He had given me my first non-machine generated orgasm and I was addicted.

Only to him and what he can provide. He is walking, talking, breathing- sheet clenching, nasty s*x. And I wanted ALL of it and him.

"Nothing you do will ever stop me from being myself. If you wanted a doormat, you should have probably married Natalia Makarov."

The surprise in his eyes gave me exactly what I needed to turn this around. It was part of a future plan to reveal that I knew all about his cancelled nuptials to the Russian heiress. Diesel had been kind enough to include that in my husband's folder. A wild card that had given me a mix of emotions in response to it.

Don't think of that now, Emilia. Focus!

Leveraging him swiftly, I flipped us such that he was now beaneath me, his hand firmly on my waist as the other pressed the gun into my abdomen. His reflexes were pretty impressive as was his recovery time. He was not as winded as I thought he would be. On the contrary, he seemed to be right at home as I pressed the silencer of the gun right against his neck.

We stayed like that, lust hanging in the air. It was soaked with the possibility of one of the most intense, passionate nights we would both ever have. We both knew well enough that our union would be cataclysmic. Whether we were ready to take that chance was the big question hanging over our heads.

The sound of a crash and the burst of a silenced gun that was neither mine or his brought us right back to the present as we each turned to the door just as it burst open. With the efficiency that was drilled into me and no hesitation, I trained my weapon onto the armed stranger at the doorway before emptying two shots into his shoulder and abdomen.

My non-lethal shots meant nothing for no sooner had I taken him out, than my husband delivered the kill shot right betwen his eyes. The man crumbled before us but we did not have time to process as yet another appeared at the doorway. Soren rolled us off the bed and onto the floor just as two shots rang out and connected with the mattress, right where we had been seconds before.

"Stay down, baby."

Soren urged, his voice calm despite the storm that had rained down upon us. The coldness of his gaze grew with every shot our assailant emptied into the room. I knew well enough not to fight him like this and so I simply nodded, allowing him to shield me with his body as we took cover.

That iciness, the coldness in his countenance. This is his true Sin, isn't it?

The very thought of being privy to such a moment sent a chill through me. Seeing the King of Sin regress right into the mode that had earned him the monicker 'Wrath' was just as exhilirating as it was scary as f**k.

Silence reigned once our assailant paused to reload which instantly had my husband jumping into action, emerging from our cover with his gun raised. Only two shots rang out before the thud of a body echoed throughout the room. Once he was satisfied that there were no more surprises coming our way, Soren's footsteps silently made their way back to where I was still safely perched.

"It's safe to come out, malyshka. We need to move, now. I don't know how many are out there and how they managed to get this far. It makes no difference, though. I will put them all down and destroy the people behind this!"

He seethed, his hand tightening around mine as he raised me to my feet. His anger was potent but he was careful to shield the extent of it. His walls were still up, covering the true extent of his wrath.

"I'm going to put you in the safe room in the meantime while I deal with them..."

He began but I shook my head, choosing to ignore his hard look at my usual defiance. This wasn't it, though. This was different. It wasn't just about him anymore. Those men had come after me as well. They would suffer the consequences of their actions.

"No. As you said, you don't know how many there are and how they got so far in. Your men might be compromised. You need someone to have your back and I think I just clearly showcased that I can do just that. I'll help you just this once but that's not to say I don't hate your f*****g guts and want to end you. If anyone is going to kill you, Soren Alexander, it will be me and not some random assholes."

I shrugged as if it was the most normal suggestion ever and he seemed to feel the same way as he stared at me, stumped and conflicted as to what to say. The ghost of a smile played on his lips at my last statement but his eyes beheld the contemplation of a seasoned strategist.

He knew I had a point. He may be the invincible King of Sin but everyone needed someone, most especially with the uncertainity that was there in this particular situation.

"I'll agree only if you promise to listen and obey every single thing I say. I f*****g mean it, Emilia. Don't deviate from my plan and stay close to me the entire time. Agreed?"

I had never seen him so adamant about anything. He was usually a hard ass but this was different. He needed me to put his trust in him. He needed to know that I would listen. Only then could he fully focus on the task ahead. The realization brought the butterflies within me alive with a vengeance as a small smile stretched across my lips that seemed to surprise him momentarily.

"I promise. Lead the way, husband."

I c****d my gun, preparing myself to wade into battle with the man I married. It was a deviation from my own plan but it felt right to stand beside him and wage war with our enemies.

They stood no f*****g chance...

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