“Would it bother you if I had mistresses?”
I feel like this is a trick question, but I answer it honestly. “Yes, it would bother me a lot.”
“Why? You don’t love me. You sure as hell didn’t eagerly jump in the shower with me earlier.”
Remembering how damn good he had looked jerking off in the shower has my heart speeding up and my panties growing wetter by the second. “You’re my husband now, and I wouldn’t like it if you fucked other women.”
That smug grin plays at his lips again. It dies when I ask, “Would you have a problem with me fucking other men?”
He presses his body against mine, letting me feel the hard length of him. “Careful,lisichka, I’m not a man to toy with.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” I say, refusing to back down.
He hovers his lips above mine and brings one hand down to grip my hip as he digs his cock in even harder against me. “I don’t fucking share, sweetheart. You’re mine now, and that means that any man who dares to lay a hand on you is a dead one.”
My breath hitches at his words, and when he hears it, he lets out a groan before pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is hard and hungry, and when I run my tongue over his before giving it a hard suck, he slides his hand behind my head, cupping it and pulling me tighter against him. I’m so lost to him that it takes a second to realize his other hand is undoing my jeans. I’m about to protest, to say that I think we should wait, to explain that I’ve never done anything like this before, but then his hand is snaking under my panties and cupping my pussy in a possessive grip that makes my head spin.
“Mine,” he growls, gripping me tighter. “This is mine now.”
I shake my head yes as he slides two fingers into me and starts to finger me in a rhythm that has my knees threatening to buckle. He gives my bottom lip a suck, working me even harder with his fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal fill the entryway, and when he brings his soaked fingers to my clit, I let out a gasp and squeeze my eyes shut.
“No,” he growls. “Look at me when you come.”
I open my eyes to meet his, moaning when he starts to rub me harder, long strokes that hit my clit the whole way as he dives inside my aching pussy only to pull back out again. It’s an intoxicating rhythm that leaves me panting and my whole body shaking.
“I’m close,” I moan, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders for support.
“Come for me,lisichka. Come for your husband.”
His words and the desire in his eyes pushes me over the edge. I come with his name on my lips and my head swimming with the feel of him all around me. When I’m completely spent and shaking so badly it’s only his tight grip on me that’s keeping me from sliding down the wall and onto my ass, he leans closer and kisses me softly, letting his fingers dance around my overly sensitive clit. Each stroke sends a shiver of pleasure through me until I’m rocking my hips for more, not caring if I look desperate or needy.
When he gives me one more soft stroke before sliding his hand out, I let out a moan of protest, and then gasp in surprise when he brings his hand up and swipes it over my mouth, covering my lips in my own arousal. He lets out a growl at the sight of my glistening lips and kisses me with a hunger that threatens to undo me. He sucks on my top lip before doing the same to my bottom one, licking and sucking my juices from me, each taste making him all the more ravenous until he’s pulling back with a gasp and looking at me like a man on the brink of losing all self-control.
He rests his forehead against mine, catching his breath while I debate telling him about my complete lack of experience. The decision is taken from me when he says, “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours,lisichka, but I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
He gives me a soft, gentle kiss before taking a step back to put some distance between us. “No more talk about other people. This may not have been a traditional wedding, but I meant my vows when I said them. I will remain faithful to you and take care of you.”
I feel lightheaded from the orgasm he just gave me. I know I should probably try harder to protect my heart, but I’m falling fast for him. There’s no denying it. Aleksandr runs a hand over his light beard, and all I can think about is how much I like it when he kisses me. His beard is softer than I thought it would be, and the way he takes charge and kisses me like his whole world depends on it has my heart speeding up again. It makes me curious about what else he’s good at.
Trying to get my body under control, I ask, “You’re still going to be a hitman?” I’m not sure if that’s a question I’m allowed to ask, but I figure I have a right to know. Plus, talking about his work helps keep my mind off my very wet pussy and how every cell in my body is screaming for him to fuck me.
“My job isn’t one that you can just quit when you feel like it. It won’t ever touch you, though. I can promise you that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you won’t be aware of it, you won’t know any details, and I’m damn good at it, so it won’t ever come back to touch us personally.”
“What do you tell people you do?”
“I tell them I own a few businesses downtown.” He gives a slight grin. “I’m very good at deflecting questions.”
He watches me button my jeans and hang up our coats. He’s still eyeing me like he’s a starved wolf and I’m a juicy lamb, but he makes no move to touch me. Instead he says, “We can go back to your apartment and get the rest of your things today, if you want, and then we need to decide when you can quit without it looking suspicious.”
“I won’t be working at the department store anymore?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “No, you don’t need to work, but you can’t just quit right now because that will be noticeable, and that’s the last thing we want. I said I would take care of you, and I meant it. When are you supposed to be at work again?”
“Tomorrow.”