Chapter 11 - Lev

Jenna's evident nerves were the only thing holding me back from carrying her straight to the bedroom the moment we arrived at my apartment. Watching her take in my new place brought me back down to earth a bit, cementing the fact that she was really there with me. Truly mine now.

My obsession had grown to a deep, fiery need, something I didn't think would ever be sated, but having her across the table from me in as homey an atmosphere as my featureless apartment could provide, I was somewhat satisfied.

Until she looked up at me through long, inky lashes, her eyes heavy with the desire coursing through my veins since I first laid eyes on her. The kiss I'd given her after our first date had stayed with me, and the one at the courthouse had only stoked that smoldering fire. When her lips touched mine, it was fully ablaze.

The dinner was forgotten entirely. I was only hungry for Jenna, my bride. As my tongue swept across her lips, she opened her mouth so I could taste her more fully, lifting off her seat to get closer.

One hand toppled her glass, spilling the fizzy drink onto the tablecloth. We both ignored it as I dragged her further across the table. My hand twined in her hair, tugging at the curls that fell down her back in a silky waterfall. The fire rose higher when she scampered eagerly around the table so I could pull her onto my lap. When her soft heat collided with my stiff cock, straining at my suit pants, I tightened my grip on her waist to keep her from wriggling too much.

Why wasn't I already buried deep inside her lush little body? She was mine now; all I had to do was claim her. But I wanted her as fevered as I was, and continued to hold back.

"You taste so sweet," I said, licking her full lower lip. Her head tipped back, eyes closed, as I kissed my way down her throat. "And you smell like strawberries and champagne."

I licked along the edge of her top, wanting to tear through the fabric to get to more of her skin. I needed so much more. All of her, nothing less.

Tiny buttons were going down the front, but I popped three of them in my haste. As soon as I saw the lacy edge of her bra, barely containing the delicate curves of her small, ripe tits, I came undone.

"Sorry," I said, not sorry at all, then ripped through the creamy lace.

Her even creamier skin rippled with goosebumps, and her fingers dug into my shirt. Grinding against my stiff shaft, she moaned my name. Barely holding back a growl, I drew a peachy nipple into my mouth.

"I have to have you soon, my little bride," I said, breaking free to look up at her.

She blinked down at me with glazed eyes. A bright blush rose from where I'd just been sucking to the edges of her tousled chestnut hair. She murmured something unintelligible, then leaned back, clinging to my shirt.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, but…"

"Tell me," I urged, eager to get back to working my way down her body with my tongue. "Tell me whatever you want."

Her blush grew deeper. Now, she was nearly the color of an eggplant. "I want this," she assured me. "But… I'm a virgin."

It came out in a rush, and she closed her eyes. I looked down at her, the top of her dress half open and her bra torn in two. Her announcement only made me more ravenous for her, but I loosened my grip on her.

"I'll slow things down," I said, lifting her as I rose.

"No, don't," she said almost frantically. "I do want this. I- I even considered having an office affair with you if that's what you wanted."

I laughed, delighted by her openness and honesty. "Oh, that would never be enough," I said, tracing my finger down the side of her cheek. "You had to be mine and mine alone."

Nodding solemnly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I couldn't wait to get ten feet across the room before I was kissing her again. Her lips were just too irresistible. So were the noises she made, threatening my promise to take this slow.

Only breaking the kiss to lay her down on my bed, I eased her dress down her body and tossed it aside. She had on a tiny thong that matched the ruined bra, all sheer lace and making me lick my lips. She shivered as I lay down beside her, stroking all that soft skin, from her shoulder to her knees and back up again.

"I can't," I growled, my hand moving between her legs. "I have to touch you. Taste you."

"I want you to," she said, reaching for my hair. "I want it so much."

I paused with my mouth only a few inches from the lacy triangle at the crux of her thighs. "And yet you had to be forced to marry me."

Her head thrashed back and forth. "No, not really. Maybe a little. But this is…"

"This is only going to get better," I said, slipping my finger under the lace to move it aside.

With her pussy on display, I pushed her legs further apart and plunged my face into her slippery wet heat. Her squeal as I slid my tongue up and down her slick folds had me laughing. How could a woman drive me so wild and fill me with such joy at the same time? This was a first of sorts for me as well. I lapped at her, teasing her swollen clit until she dug her fingers into my hair and called out my name over and over.

By the time her shouts subsided, I couldn't wait to make her scream again. She lay limp as I kissed my way back up to her, my fingers still toying with her pulsing pussy. She gasped as I gently stretched her, and then she half sat up, staring down at the bulge that threatened to burst out of my pants.

"That?" she said, reaching to smooth her hand across the tight fabric. "That's too big."

I barely held on as she got the button open and zipper down, held in a chuckle as her eyes widened when my cock was finally free. With trembling hands, she stroked the length.

"Yes, much too big," she said.

I pushed another finger into her tight little channel, shaking my head. "Wait and see. It'll be perfect."

She closed her eyes and sighed as I pushed deeper, stretching her to take me. "Can't you just lick me some more?" With a mischievous smile, she leaned close, her lips brushing against mine. "I loved how you made me feel with your tongue."

I growled as her hand tightened around me, her palm smoothing up and down. "I could eat your sweet little pussy all day long," I told her, groaning when my words had her tightening her grip. "But I promise you'll like taking my cock. Every inch, deep inside you. Don't you want me to fuck you now, little girl?"

She shook and let go of my shaft, falling backward onto the bed. Moaning, she pulled at my shoulders as I kept teasing her, stroking my thumb across her clit while I pushed my fingers inside her body.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, please. I'm so ready."

With every muscle in my body straining to spread her legs wide and drive deep, I kept playing with her. She was just so fucking perfect, from her pert tits bouncing as she writhed under my touch, to how soaking wet her pussy was for me. Her hips undulated as I eased my fingers in and out, circling her clit until her moan rose in pitch like a tea kettle. When her tight little hole spasmed around my fingers, and her back arched, I couldn't hold back another second.

She screamed out as her orgasm crested the moment I rammed my cock inside her. She was so tight, so hot and wet, I nearly came on the first stroke. She shouted my name and begged for more, and I was happy to oblige.

No, I'd definitely never felt this way before. Any other woman I'd fucked disintegrated from my memory, leaving only Jenna. She was the only one I'd ever want. I barely claimed her body, and she already ruined me for anyone else. But I already knew that, didn't I? Knew the moment I laid eyes on her that she'd be mine forever. And I'd be hers.

"You feel so damn good," I told her as she held onto my shoulders. "I can't slow down, little girl. Not when your body is this fucking amazing."

"I don't want you to," she gasped. "Oh my God, it's happening again."

"I'm going to make you come so many times, you won't know which way is up," I said, reaching between us to find her clit. I needed to drive her over the edge again, had to feel her cunt pulse around me as I pushed deep inside her.

She let out a scream, and I pulled her close so that I could feel her heartbeat racket against my own chest. "I'm going to come inside you," I told her, thrilled at the idea of filling her up with my seed. "Oh, little girl, you are so mine now."

She nodded against my shoulder, holding on tight, still moaning from the aftershocks of her third orgasm. One final plunge, hard and deep, and I let loose with a roar. She threw back her head and laughed with abandon. I loved this wild thing I'd helped create.

After I'd pumped every last drop inside her, she fell backward onto the bed, and I followed her down to lay beside her. She turned, and cradled her head on my outstretched arm. We fit perfectly, even now, as things were slowly calming down. With a languid look, she ran her fingers down my chest, sighing.

"I still can't breathe."

I kissed her. "Me neither. You take my breath away."

She stuck out her tongue. "That's so cheesy, but I like it. And I liked that. A lot," she finished shyly.

"Just wait," I said. "The night's not over yet."

"Good," she murmured, rolling onto her back to look at the ceiling. I followed her eyes around the room, which was one of the least furnished in the apartment, other than the guest bedrooms, which were still completely empty save for the beds. "Did you mean it when you said I could decorate however I want?"

"I mean everything I say to you, Jenna."

"Well, it could definitely use some pictures on the walls. Maybe a new bedspread, too," she said, beaming.

"So now you're happier than you were at the courthouse?"

For a moment, it looked like she might have tried to pretend she wasn't scared witless during our vows, but then she shrugged. "Yes. I'm very happy right now."

"Glad to hear it," I said, but wondered how long it might last. I could only keep my secret for so long, and then how would she feel?

She chattered on about different styles, eventually popping up off the bed and trying to drag the sheet with her to cover herself.

"No, leave it," I said. "I like looking at you. You're a goddess to me."

She blushed, but danced across the room, stark naked and making me swell with readiness again. Also easily making the dark shadow of reality recede for a bit longer. Whatever happened, I was glad I kept her all to myself and didn't give my brothers a chance to talk me out of my rash decision. It turned out to be the right one because she was absolutely perfect.

"Okay, so what do you think about moving this over to the other wall and putting a vanity here? I like the light wood, but it's just so simple. A big mirror would make the room seem less empty and sterile." She smiled at me, shaking her head as she slid open one of the drawers. "Do you even have any clothes in here?"

"Not many," I admitted.

She reached out and pulled out my passport, which I'd tossed on top of some forgotten t-shirts. "Are you just as handsome in pictures as in real life?"

I snorted while reveling in her flattery, waving for her to check for herself. I was so caught up in watching her have fun, all while flaunting that gorgeous body, that I didn't think. Until her face fell as she perused my information.

She looked up at me in confusion. "It says Lev Fokin, not Volkov."

"That's my mother's maiden name. I started using it about a year ago as a business strategy." Maybe she wouldn't ask what kind of strategy. Of course, she did, all the while narrowing her eyes at me.

"Is that a really common Russian name?" she asked. "My sister married someone with…" She trailed off. I wasn't expecting this to happen so quickly, but it had to happen eventually. "How many brothers did you say you had?"

Now, I regretted regaling her with stories of my childhood at our dinner. I'd given too much away. "Five," I said.

"And a younger sister?"

I wished I could have enjoyed our honeymoon a little longer, but the puzzle was clearly falling together in her mind.

I sighed, holding up a hand to stop her. "It was probably foolish to think I could keep it a secret for long, but yes, I'm your sister's brother-in-law."

The bright light in her eyes slowly extinguished, and she looked around wildly, finally grabbing the extra blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapping it around herself.

"But why?" she asked, completely stunned. "Why lie about your name? And who you were?"

"The name change wasn't for deceptive reasons," I explained. "It was to set me apart from my family while I gained a foothold up here."

"Did you know all along who I was?"

"Yes," I said flatly, hating the confusion in her voice. "I saw you at the Christmas gathering but was called away before we met. I was instantly enamored with you, and I didn't think it would go over well with Aleks and your sister, but I had to have you."

Instead of softening, she shook her head in disbelief. "So you lied?"

"You never asked if Katie's husband was my brother," I said. Wrong tactic. This turned her pale face red with fury in an instant.

"Why in the world would I ever ask something like that?" She slapped her hand against her thigh, turning away. "Oh my God, and you actually look so much like him, too. I'm such a freaking idiot."

"Stop that," I told her. "Perhaps I shouldn't have bent the truth." I got up and went to her, smoothing my hands down her arms. "Come back to bed, Jenna. We can talk about this more tomorrow. For now, we're still on our honeymoon."

Thinking I could kiss her anger away was also a wrong move. She whirled on me, jerking away from my touch. "No, there's still more to talk about. Plenty more."

"Fine," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing my arms. "Ask me anything."

"So you can lie some more?"

"I'll answer all your questions honestly from now on," I said.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her. "I actually only have one more. The most important one."

"Go ahead."

"Are you in the same business as Aleks?" Her voice trembled, along with her hands. She was livid by now, and also a bit afraid. I'd promised her honest answers, but for some reason, the disdain in her eyes kept me silent until she spit out her question again. "Are you also in the Bratva?"