Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
He leads me into the kitchen and promptly sets me up on the counter where anyone could walk in and see us. And then he kneels before me and puts his head up my skirt, yanking my ass towards him and eating me out.
I come hard after only a few minutes without any pain. This pleases Alexei.
“Your husband is hard for you,” he tells me. “It is your job to take care of that.”
“I want to take care of that,” I answer him.
“And I want to spank you for denying me,” he replies as his fingers brush over my face. “But you would enjoy that too much.”
It’s true, so I don’t argue with him on that.
“Now open your legs for me,” he demands. “Your legs should always be open for me.”
I spread them as far as I can to let him in. And he rewards me with his cock, inside of me. Fucking me in the kitchen while our guests continue to drink in the other room. He seems to have an affinity for this. I recall the same thing happening in his office the last time they were here.
He assaults my lips and wrecks my hair that Magda worked so hard on. I wreck his too, with my own fingers.
And then something catches my attention over his shoulder.
Katya.
She is watching him fuck me. And she is angry.
I meet her gaze and hold it while Alexei thrusts into me.
“He treats you like the whore you are,” she tells me, knowing full well he can’t hear her.
“And he loves every second of it,” I reply.
My words alert Alexei to someone else’s presence. He glances over his shoulder at Katya and does not bother to acknowledge her. Instead he grabs my hips and pulls me as deep as my body will take him. Coming inside of me with the same simple word he always gives me.
“Mine.”
And then he kisses me. Tenderly. Passionately.
I don’t know when Katya left. Only that she did at some point. But I still worry about her. Worry that even my pregnancy is not an obstacle for her. She still considers Alexei on the market.
“Why is she always at these parties?” I ask him.
“She is Anatoly’s daughter,” he answers. “Do not worry about her, Solnyshko. It is only you that I want.”
“That isn’t what I’m worried about,” I tell him.
“She is harmless,” he says, trying to put me at ease.
But I don’t think she is. I saw the look in her eyes tonight. Like I was nothing more than trash that needed to be disposed of.
Alexei doesn’t allow me to breathe any more life into my worries.
“You will sleep in my bed tonight,” he orders. “It has been far too long since I’ve been inside of my wife.”
When I look up into his pale blue eyes, I can’t deny him.
“Okay, Lyoshka.”
39
Talia
When all of the guests have gone, Alexei and I retire to his room for the evening.
There is no question what he wants when he grabs me around the waist and hauls my body against his, kissing me roughly.
I come up for air when he starts in on my throat, grazing the skin with his teeth.
“You did not have very much to drink tonight,” I remark.
The vibrations of my voice alert him that I’ve spoken, but it is clear he missed it. So when his eyes find mine, I repeat it once more.
“I drink as much as any other Vor,” he tells me. “But it displeases you, no?”
“What does it matter?” I ask him.
“I want my wife to be happy,” he answers sincerely. “And perhaps you are right. I should be focused on other things now.”
What other things, he doesn’t say.
But his phone starts beeping and vibrating across the room, and doesn’t stop, even as he continues to maul me. I tap him on the arm to get his attention.
“Your phone is going off.”
“Ignore it,” he answers me with another kiss.
But it doesn’t stop. And after another full minute, he finally turns to check it. And then he frowns. I see him bring up the security system on the house. The same cameras he has in his office.
He pockets the phone and returns to me with a completely different demeanor than only a moment ago. This is Alexei, the Vor.
“There is nothing to be concerned about,” he tells me in a calm voice. “But we have an unexpected guest. I’m going to see what he wants.”
He kisses me on the cheek and grips my chin. “I am locking the door behind me.”
I nod, but I’m curious who is here. And I don’t really want him to go. But I know that he has to. He moves to his closet and grabs his holster and gun, shrugging it on before he locks the door behind him.
And I wait. Moving towards the window to see if I can get a glimpse of anything from up here.