Thirty Four

Damian

This week has fucking sucked.

My brother and parents tried to be reassuring, but it didn’t work. The only time I stayed preoccupied was when I had Mila. Fuck, Sofia has done right with her so far. She's amazing—a lot like me, though. When I didn't have Mila, I was fighting in our underground fight club. It was that or go around killing people.

I miss my wife so fucking much. After not having her for three years, and then having her again for a short amount of time, this is killing me. If she doesn't show up, fuck what Marvin said. I'm kidnapping her and tying her to the fucking bed until she comes to her senses. I haven't even glanced at another woman; my wife is all I see.

Two nights ago, when Alexandr and Sergi thought I needed to get out, they took us to our club, and one of the waitresses propositioned me. I guess I not only shocked her but also my brother and best friend when I threatened to slit her throat if she tried to rub on me again, then reminded her I'm a married man and a changed man for my wife. Their faces were priceless.

Now, I'm currently standing on the edge of the shoreline, with dozens of candles lit around me. I wanted to recreate the night I proposed, praying she shows. I know my mother went over there today and that Sofia finally broke down and let everything out, but I don't know she decided. My mother came home with red eyes, and my father held onto her tight as she cried. It doesn’t look good for me.

"Please, show up, Sofia, or I'm tracking you down," I whisper under my breath before I hear footsteps from the pathway. I quickly turn around. My heart races, and a lump forms in my throat. She's here; she fucking came. My shoulders fall in relief. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, praying the tears forming in my eyes don't fall. I open them and walk to her but stop when she speaks.

"You hurt me. Y-you were m-my best friend." She sounds so broken. My tears fall anyway, caused by the hurt in her voice as it cracked.

I start to walk toward her again. She sobs, tearing me from the inside out. When I get a few feet away, I stop. I know she needs to get this out. This is what we've all been waiting for. It's time for my wife to let everything go, and give me her pain, so I can heal her and never fucking hurt her again. I stand with my hands fisted as my sides, to stop me from grabbing her and holding her tight.

"Y-you were m-my entire world; I-I loved you so much, I a-always have, a-and you destroyed me. All for what? P-pussy, f-freedom. You still had a-all that with me, and even before y-you made us official, you had that. Your excuses are pa-pathetic." Her tears fall quicker, and I cannot stay away any longer. I take two big steps and wrap her in my arms. She fists my shirt and sobs in my chest. "I-I need-needed you, and you-you failed me, I-I n-needed you." She slams her fists into my chest as she cries uncontrollably. My tears fall fast and hard, seeing the pain I've put her through and the pain she has held in all this time.

"I-I feel-feel like I-I c-can't breathe, i-it hurts s-s-so much, why, why did y-you d-do this to us, why?" I squeeze her tighter, knowing nothing I say will make this right; she has to let it out. "Why wasn't I enough?"

Fuck. When Dad said I had to just take everything she said tonight, I don't think he realized how much I fucking hurt her. This is killing me.

She's crying uncontrollably, and my heart is breaking in two. Now I understand why leaving for our daughter’s sake was an easy option for her. Instead of confronting the hurt and pain all of us put her through, she decided to bottle it all up and protect Mila instead.

I kiss the top of her head, unable to take it anymore.

I whisper, "Moya lyubov', moye serdtse, I love you so much, my love, my heart. I was an arrogant, cocky ass. I wanted to rebel because I didn't like the arrangement, but then I met you, and I freaked out because of how much my heart and body ached to be near you. I fell in love with you so quickly that it scared me. You were everything I needed but didn't want. Our families saw we were perfect for each other; I didn't want to listen to them. I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much. I know I fucked up, but don't ever think you are not enough; you are everything. I was the stupid, immature one, not ready to recognize what I had in front of me, while you gave me everything.

“I promise I will never hurt you again. I love you." I keep her tight in my arms as I whisper to her over and over how much I love her. Her sobs calm down, and she wraps her arms around my waist, her face still pressed into my chest.

"I missed you," she rasps, and my arms go tighter around her, praying this is the breakthrough we need. "I don't want to hurt anymore or live every day by the motions. I want to be happy again. Can you make me happy again?" she asks quietly. She lifts her head to look at me, her beautiful Mediterranean blue eyes looking sad but also there’s a hint of hope in them. I breathe a sigh of relief because—fucking finally.

I lean down and whisper against her lips, "I will live the rest of my days making sure you are happy, malyshka; you and our daughter are all I need. If you want me to say no to taking over as Pahkan and Don, if this life doesn't make you happy, then we'll leave. We'll go back to Texas, if that is really what you want, because your happiness comes first."

More tears fall from her eyes.

"I would never ask that of you," she rasps. I go to talk again to explain that I would do anything for her, but her next words make my heart race. "I love you, Damian. I always have, and I always will. I want to come home."

Tears now fall down my cheeks. She lifts her hands and wipes at them. She finally said it: she loves me, and she wants to come home. I won't wait any longer. I take her soft lips with mine in a passionate kiss. She gasps, and I take advantage and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hands gripping the nape of my neck as I slide mine down to her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lay us down on the sand, the exact spot where I proposed to her. I slowly move my hands up, pushing her dress up with them, then gently move my lips down her jaw, then to her neck. Her hands lace through my hair as my mouth makes its way down to her beautiful tits. I pull the material down, and her pebbled nipple pops out. I circle my tongue around one, make her back arch, and then I nip it and suck it into my mouth. I do the same for the other one.

Sofia moans, and whimpers, "Please."

I grant her wish and continue my path down her body. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. My eyes stay locked on hers as I very slowly move her underwear down her legs, and shove them in my pocket. She won't need them anytime soon; we have a lot of making up to do.

I glide my hands back up the inside of her legs and spread them, and her perfect pink, glistening pussy becomes visible. I slide my finger over her seam, making her whimper, then lean forward and slowly lick her from ass to clit. Once at her clit, I nip it, and then suck it hard in my mouth, causing her to scream. I'm glad I told my men to stay at the front of the property; I don't want to have to kill someone tonight. Tonight is all about being with my wife again.

She moans as I dive in, eating her juicy pussy like it is my last meal.

"Fuck, Damian, I'm going to come." I smirk and shove two fingers in her tight cunt, curling them upward. I find the sweet spot, then suck her clit hard.

"Damian!" she screams as she comes hard; her breaths catching on sobs of pleasure. I quickly undo my jeans and pull them down enough to get my painfully hard cock out. It glistens at the tip, and I rub it over her pussy, near her sweet hole, up to her clit, and circle it before going back to her hole, causing her to whimper again.

"You want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you hard, so you see stars?"

She nods, moaning, and I slam home.

"Fuck, you’re tight, printsessa." I hold still to let her get used to my size, and her back arches, her head tilts back, and her eyes close. Pure bliss is written on her face. Fuck, hypocritical or not, I'm fucking glad I'm the only one who has seen her like this, and will ever see her like this.

As soon as she starts to wiggle her hips, I pull back, then slam into her again and again and again, until I'm fucking her hard and fast. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

I rasp against her lips, "That's it, baby, take all of my cock."

She tightens around my cock. I find her clit and rub it in hard, fast circles. She screams, and I slam my lips on hers, swallowing it, and continue my hard thrusts as she detonates around me.

I thrust into her six more times before I see stars, my cum squirting inside her, painting her walls and womb, hopefully creating another baby. I continue to kiss her, sloppy and slow. I move my now slowly deflating cock in and out of her tight cunt, making sure she gets every last drop of my seed. I put both my arms on either side of her head and rub my nose along hers.

"I love you, printsessa, so much. A fresh start?"

She smiles, her eyes shining with love and happiness.

"I love you ,too. A fresh start," she rasps, then lifts her head and kisses me. I kiss her back and gently pull out of her as my cock starts to harden again. He's missed her, too. I tuck myself back into my jeans, which is no easy feat with it hardening, then pull her dress back over her gorgeous tits and rearrange the skirt. I get off the sand, lean down, and pick up my wife, holding her bridal style, then make my way up the sand dune as she laughs.

"Damian, what on earth are you doing?"

I walk toward our holiday home and enter through the back door.

"What does it look like? I'm carrying my wife over the threshold. Now, how about a shower together so we can continue this in bed?" I say, wiggling my brows at her, and she laughs. Fuck, I'll never get tired of that sound.