29. Mikhail

Viviana's thighs sink around me like we were made to fit together this way.

I drag my hands up her legs, shoving her skirt up around her waist until I can see the pale pink triangle of her panties.

"I've dreamed about this," I murmur. "About what I'd do if I ever got between your legs again."

"What are you going to do?"

"Give you what you want." I slide my thumb under the delicate material of her panties, dipping into the wetness between her folds. "Fuck. I can feel how much you want it. You must like it when I take you from another man. First, Trofim and now?—"

She shakes her head. "Tommy wasn't?—"

I band my hand around her throat. "Don't say his name. The only name I want to hear on your lips is mine. I want you to scream it."

I unzip my pants and free my erection, stroking myself as I touch her.

She looks down and swallows hard. "I don't want to fuck you in an alley, crammed in the front seat like teenagers."

"No, you wanted to fuck me on a rooftop. That's what you wanted the other night." I gently scrape my thumb over her clit and her entire body jerks. "You wanted me to fuck you on top of the world. You wanted the entire city to hear us. You wanted them to know you are mine."

Her wide eyes are locked on mine. I feel her pulse thundering against my fingers.

"That's why you went out with your neighbor. To make me jealous."

"Were you jealous?" she asks, licking her full lower lip.

I tease my finger inside of her, dipping in and out of her heat until her thighs are trembling. "Should I be?"

She's panting, grinding against my touch. "He's just a friend. I don't want him."

"What about me, Viviana?" I lift her over my cock, sliding my swollen head over the soaked fabric of her panties. "Do you want me?"

She stares down at our bodies like she wants to memorize the image. Then, wordlessly, Viviana pulls her panties to the side.

Our eyes hold for a single second before I bury myself inside of her.

"Mikhail," she whimpers, somehow sinking deeper onto me. "You're—Oh God."

I grab the clip in her hair and pull it free. Gold waves tumble over her shoulders. The warm vanilla scent of her shampoo fills the car. "Your buttoned-up, terrified little neighbor didn't deserve this. I would have killed him if he touched you."

She arches her back and curls her fingers in my hair. "He didn't touch me. It's only you. In six years, it's only been you."

Some dark part of me latches onto that.

"Say it again," I growl, driving into her.

She looks away, but I grip her jaw and force her eyes to mine. "Look me in the eyes and tell me every man who has been inside of you since it was me. Tell me now."

"Only you," she gasps, her body fluttering around my cock. "It's only been you, Mikhail."

Viviana hasn't been with anyone since that night six years ago. I was the last man to see her orgasm. The last man to spill into her.

I don't want there to be anyone else. I'll make sure there isn't.

Ever.

I curl my hand around her neck and bring her forehead to mine. I look into her hazel eyes as I pump into her again and again. "You're my wife," I snarl. "You belong to me."

"Mikhail…" She gasps, her back arching. I hit a new angle inside of her and she cries out. "You feel so good."

She feels perfect. Her body is tight around me. Each stroke is a test of my patience. My body aches to spill into her.

I fist my hand in her hair and pull, arching her neck. I press my mouth to her fluttering pulse.

"I'm the only man who gets to see you like this, Viviana. I'm the only man who gets to feel you tighten around their cock." She clenches, dragging a groan out of me. "If you want to feel this good, you have to come to me."

She nods weakly, her eyes drifting closed. "There's no one else."

There's no one else.

I wrap an arm around her lower back and pin her against me as I piston in and out of her until she's screaming.

"Please. It's been so long. I need—" She moans, working her body against mine until the car is rocking. Viviana fists her hands in my shirt and looks into my eyes. "I want you, Mikhail. Please."

I grab her neck and drag her mouth against mine. I part her lips with my tongue and taste the warm, sweet flavor I'll never be able to separate from her.

We're too close. I want her too much. My plans and self-control are balancing on a razor's edge. I should pull out and shove her in the passenger seat. Leave her to finish herself off. Show her what happens when she tests me.

But instead of taking my own advice, the thought gives me an idea.

"Touch yourself," I growl against her mouth. "Come for me."

Viviana slides her hand between her legs, working her clit at the speed of my thrusts. Her breasts strain against the buttons of her shirt.

This isn't enough. Fucking her in a cramped car in some random alley is never going to be enough.

"I'm c-close," she whimpers.

I need her spread out on the bed beneath me. I need her weight on top of me. I need to fill her from behind and I need to devour her from below and I need to feel her come quivering on my mouth and, and, and…

"Mikhail."

I need to take this woman in every way imaginable.

"Fuck me," she begs. "Please."

I need to see her pregnant with my child.

The thought sets off alarm bells in my head, but I can't hear them over the cries tearing from Viviana's throat.

My hand slides to her flat stomach as she contracts, pulsing her release around me. The image of her tight body carrying my baby fills my head as I pull her hips flush against my body and come deep inside of her.

Viviana drops her head to my shoulder, breathing heavily. "Holy shit."

I'm still twitching as I lift her off of me and drop her into the passenger seat. She sags into the leather, limp and sated.

It's been a long time since I've lost control like that. Of my body or my mind.

"It's been so long since…" Viviana's voice fades into a soft chuckle. She starts to grab for the spare napkins Pyotr keeps in the center console, but I swat her hand away.

"Don't clean yourself up. Leave it."

"You want me to walk around with your cum between my legs? Why am I not surprised?" She bites her lower lip and tugs her skirt down into place. "You're a real brute."

"Only when my wife goes out with another man."

She groans. "It was coffee with a friend; not a date."

"Would it have turned into a date if I hadn't shown up?"

Viviana leans closer. Her makeup is smudged from my mouth and my hands, but her eyes are bright when they meet mine. "No other man has touched me in six years. You think I'd give it up for Tommy?"

It's only been you.

I strap that thought down so I can interrogate it later. Figure out why the fuck this woman gets under my skin.

"Besides, I wouldn't do that to you." She reaches for her hair clip in the center console and expertly twists her hair up. "I made you promise there wouldn't be any other women. That means there won't be any other men for me."

Helen hangs like a ghoul over my shoulder. I should really end that engagement before things get messy.

But I'd rather lay the seat back and take Viviana again, right fucking now. Show her that no other man could ever make her feel the way I do.

Instead, I shift the car into reverse. The last thing I need is to cloud my head even more.

"It's funny, though," she sighs, mostly to herself.

I grit my teeth. "What is funny?"

"You sat behind your desk this morning and accused me of being needy."

And now, I'm the one laying claim to her, demanding she never even thinks about another man, let alone touches one. Ironic.

Twelve hours ago, I was trying to pull away from Viviana and get some distance to clear my head. Now, she's in the seat next to me and it isn't close enough. She'll never be close enough.

"And?" I snap.

Viviana smirks. "Nothing. I just find it funny, that's all."

There's nothing funny about the chaos churning in my head or that, despite it all, I want her on top of me.

No, this isn't funny. It's a fucking mess is what it is. A mess I need to get out of now.

I'll dump Viviana at home and go clear my head with a run. Just a light, easy half-marathon. If my feet aren't numb and bleeding by the time I'm done, I didn't go far enough or fast enough.

Next to me, Viviana's stomach rumbles, cutting through the noise in my head.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

Probably because that asshole neighbor took her for coffee when he should have taken her for dinner.

She shrugs. "A bit."

Instantly, I take the next right and head in the opposite direction of home. "I know a good place."