14. Bianca

14

BIANCA

As soon as I walk outside, Alexei is getting out of the car and walking around to open up my door.

He has a smug look on his face as I slide into my seat, and I watch him as he walks back around to his side, trying not to admire how hot he looks in those black pants that he always wears.

Asshole.

I sink into my seat and fold my arms across my chest as Alexei pulls out of the parking lot.

He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms as he grips the steering wheel with one hand.

I grind my teeth and keep my eyes forward, annoyed that such a small thing could get me so worked up.

His eyes fly to me and back on the road after a few minutes of awkward silence. “Are you going to tell me how it went?”

“No.”

He chuckles, glancing sidelong at me, but I keep my eyes forward .

“Are you punishing me?”

“Yes.”

“ Solnyshka …”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Would you rather I call you wife?”

Oh, he is definitely walking on thin ice.

“I’d rather you stay the hell out of my life.”

Alexei for once remains quiet and the moment he pulls up outside the house, I’m throwing open my door and climbing out of the car.

I don’t bother waiting for him as I stomp across the gravel and climb the steps up to the front door.

His feet crunch the gravel behind me. “Are you seriously ignoring me?”

I throw open the front door and head inside.

My footsteps echo around the expansive foyer and soon, Alexei’s join mine as I head to the kitchen.

“I think someone enjoyed themselves, and they just don’t want to admit it.”

At the door, I whirl around, folding my arms across my chest as I stare at Alexei.

His mouth is pulled up into a grin and amusement dances in his dark eyes.

I hate how handsome he looks when he smiles like that because it makes me want to forget that we’re fighting and drag him upstairs to my bed.

“You don’t need to act like a know-it-all asshole all the time.”

Alexei grins wider.

I turn to walk away. “Screw you.”

“I can’t help it if I’m always right.”

I scoff, glancing over my shoulder and shooting him a glare as I walk into the kitchen to make a cup of tea .

“Your modesty is admirable.”

Alexei chuckles, the sound making me shiver as I open one of the cupboards and pull out the box of peppermint tea and a mug.

“I knew it would make you happy.”

My stomach flutters at his words.

How is it that this man seems to know me better than I do?

“I know what else would make you happy.”

“Oh, yeah?” I unwrap the tea bag and plop it into my mug. “What’s that?”

Warm hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against that deliciously hard body, and I can’t fight the sigh that escapes my lips as Alexei presses a soft kiss to my neck.

“This.” His breath tickles my skin.

His hands trail up my stomach to cup my breasts, and I’m instantly arching into his touch, my ass pressing back against his hips.

I moan as his hardness digs into me.

I want to push him away so badly. I want him to realize that he can’t win me over with art classes and sex, but fuck, when he grinds against me like that, I lose all control.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you,” he whispers in my ear as his hands continue to knead my breasts through my dress, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. “But you are so talented, solnyshka . And I don’t care if it makes me a selfish prick, but I want you to be happy.”

His words make me melt.

He has no reason to care for me. Our marriage isn’t one of love or affection, and yet the lines are becoming more and more blurred. It’s making it harder for me to stay mad at him.

“Alexei.” I sigh .

He removes his right hand from my breast and reaches beneath my dress to cup me between my thighs.

I gasp, arching against him as he bites down on my neck, sucking hard as he moves my panties aside and dips two fingers inside me.

“What if someone walks in?” I gasp as his fingers curl inside me. “Your brothers?—”

“Will have the good sense to leave if they hear the sounds that are about to fall from your lips, ptichka .”

He grunts, and I know it’s because he realizes how ready I am for him.

“I want you to be happy, solnyshka. ”

My eyes flutter closed as he starts pumping his fingers inside me. His thumb starts brushing lazy circles on my already swollen clit, and I know I can’t fight it.

He knows exactly what to do to get me off.

So, I give in.

I reach behind me to cup his neck and angle my head so that I can kiss him. I run my fingers though the soft hair at the base of his neck, groaning as his tongue forces its way into my mouth.

“I know what you need, ptichka ,” he murmurs against my lips as he presses his hardness into my backside.

I whimper, my orgasm already starting to build from only a few strokes of his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me.”

“Alexei,” I gasp, leaning back against his solid chest as he increases his pace.

He removes his hand from my breast and wraps it around my waist, pulling me harder against him.

“I know, solnyshka. ” He trails kisses along my jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake .

His touch is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and it terrifies me how much I crave it.

But I can’t walk away, not when it feels this good.

“I’m so close already,” I moan, my hips rocking against his hand as he works my clit.

“The sooner you come, the sooner I can bury my cock inside you.”

“Oh god .”

My pussy starts to clench around his fingers.

Alexei grunts as he grinds his cock against me, and knowing how badly he wants me too sends me crashing over the edge.

I cry out, arching against him as his fingers work me through my orgasm so well. A rush of wetness floods my thighs, and the sound that spills from Alexei’s mouth makes my knees buckle.

“ Fuck .” He slides his fingers out of me. “I need you, Bianca.”

I turn around so I can face him, my hands trailing up his broad chest to cup his beautiful face.

His dark eyebrows are pulled together as his chocolate eyes search my face.

Despite all the hard lines and rippling muscle, I’m beginning to learn that there’s a very different side to Alexei Koslov—one I’m certain hasn’t been shared with many, if at all.

I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as his lips part for me.

The moment his tongue brushes against mine, I lose control once again, my body melting against his as I explore his mouth.

The taste of him is intoxicating, and I need more, no matter how badly I wish I didn’t .

“Fuck me, Alexei,” I murmur against his lips. “Please.”

A deep, guttural sound spills from his lips as he reaches down to wrap his hands around the backs of my thighs and lift me up.

His mouth crashes against mine, claiming me as he spins us and the next thing I know, my back is against the wall, and he’s grinding his erection against the slickness between my thighs.

“I’m very glad I stocked so many of these dresses.” His hand cups me through my panties.

“Me too,” I gasp as I rock my hips.

“The only problem is that you insist on wearing panties.”

“Would you rather I didn’t?”

“ Solnyshka ,” Alexei groans, his thumb brushing over my clit.

My panties are soaked, and the warmth of his fingers mixed with the damp fabric against my clit has me groaning so loudly that Alexei has to cover my mouth with his own.

“Would you be able to concentrate if you knew I was walking around with nothing covering my pussy?”

Alexei tightens his arm around my waist and grinds his hips against me to show me exactly how he feels about it.

“I would be able to think of nothing else. I would always be ready for you,” he growls. “Would you like that sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Are you going to let me bend you over the counter and fuck you from behind?”

My pussy clenches at his words, and I whimper at the ache between my thighs.

I’m so desperate for him to fill me that I unwrap my legs from around his waist .

His brow furrows, but he gently lowers me to the floor, and I step out of his hold to walk over to the island.

“ Solnyshka —” Alexei freezes the moment I reach beneath my dress to pull down my panties, pulling them over each foot and tossing them onto the counter.

His breath hitches as I lift the hem of my dress up over my ass and bend myself over the counter, spreading my thighs wide to give him ample view of my drenched pussy.

“ Fuck .”

I rest my cheek against the cold marble top, fighting a smile as I slowly sway my hips from side to side.

Alexei’s groan echoes around the kitchen followed by the sounds of his belt buckle.

I glance over my shoulder to see him stalking toward me, his hand working to pull his cock free as he devours me with his eyes.

I’m desperate to rub my thighs together as his thick length springs free, so hard and ready that my mouth waters.

When his hands find my hips and the tip of his cock nudges my entrance, my eyes flutter closed, and I push back against Alexei, not wanting him to take his time.

I slide myself onto his thick length until he’s buried all the way to the hilt and both of us groan.

“Bianca.”

“Fuck me.”

My breath is already coming in heavy pants, and I’m so wet that my arousal starts to drip further down my thighs.

Alexei pulls his cock all the way out before slamming back inside me, grunting as he stretches me so perfectly.

His thrusts are brutal, but I can’t get enough.

He sinks his fingers into my hips to keep me steady as he fucks me, his cock brushing my G spot every time he slams himself inside me.

I didn’t know he could get so deep inside me, and every time he pulls himself free, I cry out with the need to be filled.

“Fuck, ptichka , I’m not going to last much longer,” Alexei grits out.

I moan, pushing back against him to meet him thrust for thrust.

“I want to feel you dripping down my thighs, Alexei.”

“You want a Koslov to claim you, don’t you, solnyshka ?” His thrusts become sloppy and desperate as he chases his own release.

“Yes.” I can barely think straight, my whole body feels like it’s about to explode from pleasure.

“Who do you belong to, solnyshka ?”

“Y-you.”

“Say my name. Tell me who owns you.”

“You do, Alexei.”

“Fuck right. You’re mine ,” Alexei growls as he thrusts himself once more inside me, sending us both over the edge.

My legs buckle as my orgasm hits, and Alexei moans as I clench around his cock, milking every last drop from him as he spills inside me.

Wave after wave of such intense pleasure courses through my body that I can barely take in a breath, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over my skin as I ride out my orgasm.

“You took me so well, solnyshka ,” Alexei murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my shoulder as he slowly pulls his cock free.

I push myself off the counter and turn around, my legs still trembling from my orgasm. Alexei’s cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are heavy with lust as he looks at me.

“An orgasm doesn’t automatically make me forgive you, you know?”

“What about two?” He chuckles as he tucks himself back into his pants.

I keep my eyes on his face as I know the moment I glimpse his glorious length, I’ll want him to take me again.

“It gets you halfway there.” I bite my lower lip.

“You’re hard work, you know that?” He shakes his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I take that as a compliment.” I reach for my panties and stalk from the kitchen without a backwards glance.