Chapter 50 050

Chapter 50 050
Mikhail

I saw Natasha the moment she arrived at the training grounds, carrying water for the soldiers.

The sun caught her dark hair and for a second I forgot I was supposed to be sparring.

My opponent's fist connected with my jaw.

"Fuck!" I stumbled back, shaking my head. "Good hit."

"You weren't paying attention," He said, grinning. "What distracted you?"

I didn't answer. I just reset my stance and came at him harder, because now I was aware of Natasha moving through the training grounds, and something primal in me wanted to show off.

I wanted her to see how strong I was, how skilled. It was stupid and reckless, but I couldn't help it.

I fought harder and faster. I took down my opponent with a series of moves that had the other soldiers whistling appreciatively.

When I looked up, wiping sweat from my brow, I caught her watching. Our eyes met for just a second before she quickly looked away, but I saw the heat there.

She remembered last night. The examination table. The floor. My hands on her body.

I wanted her again. Right fucking now.

"Water break." Someone called, and soldiers started heading toward where Natasha stood with her buckets.

I held back, watching as she handed out ladles of water with a polite smile. She was professional and distant, like she hadn't been screaming my name a few hours ago.

Then I saw Sam approach her. He was one of the newer soldiers, young, cocky and always trying to prove himself.

He said something that made her laugh and something hot and ugly twisted in my gut. Intense jealousy.

I had no right to it. We weren't together, not publicly. She could talk to whoever she wanted, but watching another man make her smile made me want to break things.

Then Sam held up his arm, showing her a cut he had gotten during training. She immediately went into healer mode, setting down the water and examining the wound.

"It's not deep," I heard her say as I moved closer, pretending to be interested in water. "But it should be cleaned."

"Would you mind?" Sam asked, and there was something in his tone that made my teeth clench. "I'd rather have you do it than old Boris in the healing quarters."

She hesitated, then nodded. "I'll need to get supplies. Wait here."

As she turned to head toward the supply shed, Sam caught her wrist. "Thank you, Natasha. You're always so kind."

She gave him a small, surprised smile, like she wasn't used to compliments. Like she didn't realize how beautiful she was.

That ugly feeling in my chest grew teeth.

"I'll be right back." She said softly, pulling her hand free.

I watched Sam watch her walk away. The way his eyes lingered on her body. The interested look on his face.

He was going to ask her to dinner. Or for a walk. Something.

Not fucking happening.

I waited until she had been gone a few minutes, then made my excuses and followed. The supply shed was at the edge of the training grounds. It was small and usually empty.

I found her inside, gathering bandages and salve.

"Mikhail," She looked up, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

I shut the door behind me and locked it.

Her eyes widened. "We can't. Not here. Someone might come."

"He was flirting with you." My voice came out rougher than I intended.

"What? No, he just—"

"He was flirting, Natasha, and you smiled at him."

She blinked, seeming genuinely confused. "He was just being friendly. I was treating his wound."

"You were going to go back out there and put your hands on him." I moved closer. "Tend to him. Let him look at you like that."

"Like what?"

"Like he wants to fuck you."

Color flooded her cheeks. "That's not—no one looks at me like that."

I blinked, raising a brow. Did she really not see it? How every man in that training yard had tracked her movements? How Sam's eyes had lit up when she had agreed to help him?

"They do," I said quietly. "They look at you exactly like that. You just don't notice."

"You're being ridiculous." But her breathing had changed, quickened. "I'm a healer. I was helping—"

"Don't touch him like that," I backed her against the supply shelves, my body caging hers. "Don't touch anyone like that. Only me."

"Mikhail, we agreed—"

"I know what we agreed," My hand slid into her hair, gripping tight. "But watching another man's hands on you, even for something innocent, makes me want to break his fucking fingers."

"You're jealous." She breathed, and there was something like wonder in her voice.

"Of course I'm fucking jealous," I pressed against her, letting her feel how hard I already was. "You're mine, even if no one else knows it."

"Someone could walk in."

"Then we better be quick."

I kissed her hard, swallowing whatever protest she was about to make. Her hands came up to my chest, but instead of pushing me away, she fisted them in my shirt and pulled me closer.

I hiked up her skirt with one hand while working at my belt with the other. We didn't have time to be slow.

There was no time for anything but this raw need to claim her, mark her and remind her who she belonged to.

"This is insane." She gasped against my mouth.

"I know," I freed my cock and found her already wet. "But I need to be inside you. I need to fuck the memory of his hands out of your head."

"He barely touched me—"

"I don't care," I lifted her, pinning her against the shelves. Bottles and supplies rattled behind her. "You're mine, Natasha. Say it."

"I'm yours," Her legs wrapped around my waist. "Only yours."

I pushed inside her in one hard thrust and we both groaned. Someone could hear, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I fucked her roughly, the shelves shaking behind her with each thrust. My hand stayed fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so I could bite at her throat.

"This what you wanted?" I growled. "Me so jealous I have to fuck you in a supply shed?"

"No—yes—oh god, Mikhail—"

"When you go back out there and touch him, you'll feel me dripping down your thighs," The thought made me thrust harder. "You'll remember who you belong to."

She was making those sounds I loved, breathy little moans she tried to muffle. Her nails dug into my shoulders and I hoped she was leaving marks through my shirt.

"Someone will hear." She whimpered.

"Then be quiet," But I didn't slow down. I couldn't. "Or let them hear. Let them know I'm fucking you."

"Mikhail, I can't—I'm going to—"

"Come for me," My hand tightened in her hair. "Come on my cock right fucking now."

She shattered, her whole body tensing as her orgasm hit. Her mouth found my shoulder and she bit down hard, muffling her scream.

The pain mixed with pleasure and I was gone, burying myself deep as I came inside her.

We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, her teeth still pressed into my shoulder. Slowly, she released me and I saw the deep indentation she had left in my skin.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"Don't be," I kissed her softly, a contrast to the rough fucking we had just done. "I like your marks on me."

I pulled out carefully and set her back on her feet. She swayed slightly and I steadied her, watching as my cum started to leak down her thigh.

"You can't go back out there like this." I said, feeling a surge of possessive satisfaction.

She grabbed a cloth and cleaned herself up as best she could, her cheeks flushed. "You're impossible."

"You love it."

"I—" She stopped, and I saw something flash in her eyes. Something she wasn't ready to say.

I loved it too. This secret we shared. This thing between us that was growing into something more than just physical need.

"Go tend to Sam," I said, forcing the words out. "But remember what I said."

"Only you," She straightened her dress, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I remember."

She gathered her supplies and headed for the door. Before she opened it, she looked back at me.

"You can't keep doing this. Getting jealous every time someone talks to me."

"Watch me."

She shook her head but I saw the small smile she tried to hide. Then she was gone, leaving me alone in the supply shed, my cock still wet with her and my shoulder throbbing where she had bitten me.

Mine, I thought as I tucked myself back into my pants. She was mine, even if I couldn't tell the world, and I'd fuck her in every corner of this compound to prove it.