Chapter 33

Chapter

Thirty-Three

"Sex pretty much cures everything."

― Chuck Palahniuk

Caia

"Where were you... yesterday?"

Alexsei barely looked up from his phone, his coffee in hand. His bare chest was on display as he lounged on the couch, legs spread wide, engrossed in what looked like American football or rugby.

He sipped his coffee, his eyes casually scanning my body before he put his cup down and raked a hand through his messy hair.

"You're up early," he said, his tone nonchalant.

I sat down next to him, crossing my legs, my eyes locked on his face. He was too damn attractive, especially at 7 a.m. on a random Monday.

I'd waited up all night for him. I couldn't sleep unless I knew he was home.

So many questions swirled in my head as I tossed and turned in bed, but sleep was a no-show. When Alexsei finally came home, well past two in the morning, I was too much of a coward to confront him. I pretended to be asleep as he slipped into my room.

"I went to bed early. I wanted to wait for you but... I was too tired."

He just hummed in response, putting his phone on the coffee table. He stood up in nothing but his black pajama pants, the waistband of his Calvin Klein peeking out with every breath he took.

"So..." I started tentatively.

"So?"

"Where were you last night?"

"Work," he said simply, his dark blue eyes meeting mine.

I raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Work?"

" Da ."

I was itching to find the right words. "And what else?"

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he eyed me up and down. A tense silence stretched between us before his hand gently cupped my cheek, sliding to the back of my neck and pulling me closer. His lips brushed my cheek before trailing to my ear, his warm breath making me shiver.

I closed my eyes, my heart racing.

"Why do you want to know? I thought you didn't care about me," he whispered, his tongue teasing my earlobe before giving it a gentle bite.

I shook my head and took a deep breath. "What did you do, Alexsei? "

Another kiss landed on the side of my neck.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, moya solnyshka ."

My heart skipped as I grabbed his wrist, my nails digging in as he kept kissing and licking my neck. I tightened my legs, feeling the heat between them spreading.

"You killed Polanski," I whispered, feeling his teeth sink into my skin and then suck hard as I struggled to hold back a moan. I knew he was leaving a hickey.

" Da ."

"Why?"

His lips moved up my neck before he planted another kiss on my cheek and let go, sitting back on the couch like nothing happened.

"And Babikiv."

My breath caught. "What?"

"I killed him too," he said, his tone casual.

Fear spread across my arms in goosebumps, but it quickly faded as Alexsei, seemingly unfazed, sipped his coffee and got absorbed in the TV, where some guys were screaming as one of them caught a ball and got tackled.

"Why?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do that?"

He set his cup down. "Because you're my wife."

My heart leapt into my throat. I pushed back from the table and stormed into the kitchen, needing space.

He killed them.

He killed the men who hurt me.

I didn't know what to say. Emotions churned inside me like a freaking storm. Guilt clawed at me for the lives lost because of me. Anger burned hot, knowing their deaths didn't erase my pain.

Yet, amidst it all, there was a deep gratitude. Gratitude that someone had gone to such lengths for me. And that someone was Alexsei. My husband.

As I paced the kitchen, the tension thick in the air, Alexsei came to join me, his presence looming.

"You killed them."

Alexsei closed the gap between us, so close I could almost hear the thud of his heartbeat, syncing with my own.

"And I'll do it again. No one touches my wife and gets away with it."

"Alexsei—"

"They dared to lay a hand on what's mine; now they've paid the price."

"Yours?" I said, disbelief tightening my chest. "I'm not some possession you can control, hide, or show off whenever you feel like it! Stop messing with my life! If my father finds out?—"

He cut me off with a cold, fierce look. "Don't even say that bastard's name. Mankiev is as good as dead, and I'll make sure he suffers for what he did to you."

A tear escaped my eye, and he wiped it away before pulling me closer, his hands firm on my hips. Without thinking, I pressed my palms against his bare chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. His closeness was intoxicating, his warmth seeping into my skin and setting me ablaze with longing.

Our gazes locked.

I loathed him so much, but I wanted him more than anything.

And, God help me, I also needed him.

"I never asked you to?—"

"I'd burn the world for you, Caia," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "You deserve a life without the shadow of your past looming over you. I've taken charge of it, and I'll take down anyone who dares to hurt you. "

The knots in my stomach unraveled, and it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. He had done this for me, without expecting anything in return. For the first time in my life, a man had gone out of his way to protect me.

In that instant, my doubts and fears melted away, replaced by an overpowering yearning.

I wanted to make him feel good.

"Fuck me."

He grabbed my chin, lifting it so our eyes locked. Blue met green.

He frowned. "What was that?"

A smirk played on my lips. He knew exactly what I said, he just enjoyed making me beg.

" Please , Alexsei, fuck me now."

He chuckled. " Nyet. "

I raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"You don't sound very convincing."

I sighed, brushing his hand away from my face. Feeling a bit rebellious, I decided to show off. Slowly, I undid each button of my silk pajama blouse, letting it drop to the floor. No t-shirt, no bra—just me, as nature intended. Then I slid my pants down my legs, stepping out of them with dramatic flair. Finally, I pulled my thong down and curled it up with my fingers like a trophy.

Standing completely naked in front of him, I waited for his reaction. He stayed silent, crossing his arms over his bare chest with an expression that said he was still not buying it.

My husband was still playing hard to get.

Stepping closer, I let my hands glide over his chest, trailing down slowly until I felt him growing hard beneath my touch.

"I want you so bad, Alexsei," I moaned, my voice thick with lust, as I cupped him and stroked him through his pajama pants.

With deliberate slowness, I sank to my knees, letting his pajama pants fall to the floor and freeing him completely. I wet my lips, then licked him from base to tip, circling the head with my tongue before taking him into my mouth.

With a satisfying pop, I released him and looked up at him with a sultry gaze. "But if you're not into it, that's fine," I said, before taking him back into my mouth, sucking eagerly, feeling him pulse against my tongue.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping the countertops behind him.

I let him slip out of my mouth and stood up. "I can take care of it myself."

Turning to leave, I headed for my bedroom, aware of his eyes trailing over my naked body. I heard him curse softly before his footsteps followed me.

I couldn't help but smile; I knew he wouldn't let me go so easily.

I opened the door and slipped into the room, the soft light from the partially opened curtains casting shadows across the bed. I grabbed a big pillow, fluffing it up slowly, pretending not to notice as Alexsei entered and shut the door behind him.

With my back to him, I kept working on the pillow, patting it down before finally lying on the bed. I spread my legs wide, making sure Alexsei had a clear view. Our eyes met for a split second before he quickly looked away, his gaze landing on my glistening pussy.

He wetted his lips and leaned against the door, crossing his arms and rubbing his chin as he watched me in silence, his face unreadable.

"You know," I said, sucking on two fingers before sliding them down between my legs, "the night we had dinner at Igor's Manor, I got home and couldn't stop thinking about you. I ended up touching myself with you in mind for the first time ever."

I moaned as I circled my clit, the heat spreading from between my legs to my lower belly. Closing my eyes, I let my free hand roam over my chest, cupping my breast.

"I kept calling out your name, dreaming about your hands on me, you inside me," I breathed out, opening my eyes and biting my lower lip. "All I wanted that night was for you to fuck me."

I dropped my hand and got on my knees, grabbing the pillow I had fluffed. Straddling it, I felt its softness against my throbbing, wet pussy. A throaty moan escaped my lips as pleasure surged through me. Gosh, it felt amazing.

"I rode my pillow that night. Wanna see how?"

He nodded slowly, not moving an inch.

With a sultry smile, I repositioned myself over the pillow, savoring the anticipation that pulsed through me. Slowly and sensuously, I began to rock my hips, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through my body. Glancing at him, I saw his eyes dark with hunger, fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver.

He couldn't tear his eyes away.

Encouraged by his silent but eager attention, I surrendered to the pleasure, speeding up my movements. With each grind against the pillow, the tension in the room grew, a crackling energy between us. My breasts jiggled with the rhythm of my motions, my tummy contracting with each delicious sensation. My hands gripped the pillow tightly, veins popping.

My pussy was on fire, spreading heat all over my body. My legs shook, barely able to keep up with the intense pleasure. Moans of ecstasy slipped out, mixing with the rustling fabric beneath me. I was so lost in the moment, grinding against the pillow so hard I felt like I might collapse any second.

"I fantasized about my pillow being your face so many times," I moaned, eyes closed, and head thrown back, hair cascading down my back. "Way too many times."

As I kept riding the pillow, I felt him getting closer. I kept my eyes shut and started whispering his name, like a secret prayer. With each whisper, my voice got bolder.

"Oh, Alexsei," I murmured, the words coming out like a desperate plea. As my orgasm built, I called out his name louder and more urgently. "Oh God," I gasped, breathlessly.

His hand gripped my throat, sending a rush of excitement through me. I met his intense gaze and gave in to the sensations. As my orgasm hit, a loud moan escaped me, intensified by the heat of his hand on my throat. I collapsed onto my back, feeling spent.

He eased his grip as I sank down, chuckling softly as I looked up at him, my chest heaving with aftershocks. I couldn't believe I just…

"See," I panted, "I took care of it."

He looked down at me, a mix of lust, disbelief, and... admiration on his face. He ran his hand up my calf, knee, and thigh, sending shivers up my arms. Cupping me between my legs, he gently spread them, and I opened up instinctively. His fingers traced up and down my folds. The room was filled with my breathing and soft moans.

His fingers left my body, and I watched as he brought them to his lips. He licked his finger, my juices glistening on it, then sucked it off, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

"Can I share another secret with you?"

He nodded, his hand returning between my legs as he gently circled my swollen clit. My body was so sensitive, every touch sending waves of pleasure and pain. Gosh, the pain was incredible.

"You're the only man who's ever made me want to have sex," I whispered.

With a raised eyebrow, he trailed his hand from between my legs up to my stomach, leaving a wet trail on my skin. His fingers moved up over my chest, throat, and finally to my lips. I eagerly licked my own juices off his fingers.

"Suck."

I did, opening my mouth and swirling my tongue around his fingers, sucking hard.

"You're such a dirty girl, baby," he murmured, pulling his fingers away and gently holding my chin, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Can I share a secret with you?"

I nodded eagerly.

His finger raced my lips. "I'm in love with you, Caia."