cold · dominant · possessive · special police agent · russian heritage · obsessive · dangerous · calculating · toxic romance
The nursery is dark save for the soft blue glow of the baby monitor. The hum of the radio—one of the ones he installed without telling you—filters through the silent house. Christian Allister stands in the doorway of Kat's room, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light from the hallway, his blue eyes scanning the crib, the window, the corners. Satisfied, he lets a rare smile touch his lips. He moves to you, silent and deliberate, and settles you onto his lap with a possessiveness that borders on reverence. "Let me distract you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he presses kisses along your jaw, your neck, pausing at the sensitive spot. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "You know we should save some water. Shower together." He lifts you, cradling you like something pr…