Chapter 10

Victor

I WATCHtransfixed as Laura slowly sinks down between my legs, her eyes dark with desire as she takes in the sight of my straining cock. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling tight in my gut.

Her delicate fingers make quick work of my belt buckle, and I groan as she finally frees me from the confines of my pants. She licks her lips, her gaze devouring me hungrily. Fuck, the way she looks at me… like she wants to consume me whole…

“Such a big, hard cock for me,” she purrs, wrapping her small hand around my throbbing shaft. “All mine now, isn’t it, husband?”

I let out a strangled sound as she strokes me from base to tip, my hips bucking up into her touch involuntarily. “Fuck, kiska… Don’t tease.”

She smirks up at me, laying a soft kiss on the leaking head of my dick. “Mm, but you taste so good. I want to savor this.”

And then her hot little mouth is engulfing me, and I see stars, my head slamming back against the pillow. She takes me deep, sucking hard as her head bobs up and down my length.

Each pull of her lips drags me closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.

“Shit… close,” I grit out, my hand fisting in her hair. But to my shock, she pulls off with an obscene pop, denying my release.

I snarl in frustration, but then she’s straddling my hips, sinking down on my aching cock in one smooth glide. A guttural groan tears from my chest at the feel of her tight, slick heat sheathing me so perfectly. Like she was made for me.

“You don’t get to come until I do,” Laura declares breathlessly as she starts to ride me. And fuck if that bossy tone doesn’t make me even harder.

My hands grip her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rises and falls on my shaft. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, captivated by the erotic sight of my cock disappearing into her wet pussy over and over. Knowing I’m the only man who will ever have her like this again.

As she clenches around me, her movements growing frantic, I pull her down into a searing kiss. Tongues tangling, bodies moving as one, racing toward sweet oblivion together.

“Fuck. kiska,” I groan.

Suka, I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.

The realization hits me like a freight train as Laura rides me with wild abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy. It’s unsettling, these unfamiliar emotions stirring in my chest. I don’t do feelings, can’t afford that complication.

Not when our marriage has an expiration date.

But then she’s slowing her pace, rolling her hips in a sensual grind that has my head spinning. Her eyes lock with mine, the jade tint darkening with lust and something deeper, more intense.

“Victor,” she breathes, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. “I need… I need to feel all of you.”

Growling, I sit up, wrapping my arms around her as I thrust up into her welcoming heat. “Take it, kiska. Take everything I have.”

She clings to my shoulders, her nails digging deliciously into my skin as she matches my rhythm. Each slap of our flesh, each shared moan, ratchets the tension higher.

“So deep… so good…” Laura pants against my neck, her pussy starting to flutter around my pistoning cock. “Gonna come… fuck, gonna come on your cock…”

Her filthy words nearly undo me, my balls drawing up tight. “That’s it, let go. Come for your husband, wife.”

As if obeying my command, her pussy clamps down on me like a vise as she shatters in my arms, screaming her pleasure for all the world to hear. The sensation is too much, too intense, and with a roar, I follow her over the edge, erupting deep inside her spasming cunt.

For a long moment, we just cling to each other, chests heaving, pulses pounding in sync. I turn my head, burying my nose in her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent of our combined passion.

“Fuck,” she murmurs.

As Laura climbs off my lap, I instantly feel the loss of her warmth, my softening cock slipping free of her warm pussy. She won’t meet my eyes as she perches on the edge of the bed, her back to me.

“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “You’ll need to get me more of that Plan B.”

I grunt in acknowledgment, too spent to form words. The casual reminder of our arrangement shouldn’t feel like a punch to the gut, but it does. This thing between us isn’t destined to last. No point in getting attached.

I watch as she pads toward the bathroom, admiring the sway of her hips, the marks I’ve left on her creamy skin. Possession surges through me, primal and fierce. She’s mine in every way that matters.

The bathroom door shuts with a click, and I flop back against the pillows, suddenly drained. Today’s been a fucking rollercoaster—the wedding, her asshole father, the fight, and now this mind-blowing sex. It’s too much to process.

Exhaustion drags at me, and I let my eyes drift shut.

I’ll just rest for a minute…

I wake with a start, my cock hard and aching, reaching instinctively for her. But the sheets are cold, her side of the bed empty.

Pizda.

A bitter laugh escapes me as I palm my throbbing dick. I’m so thoroughly fucked, and not in the way I prefer. Somehow, this woman I’ve shackled myself to for a year has gotten under my skin in mere hours.

I grunt as I slowly haul myself out of bed, ignoring the protesting throb of my shoulder. “Laura?” I call out, but only silence answers me.

Fuck, did she run?

The thought hits me like a blow to the chest. Of course she did.

Why would she stay shackled to a monster like me? I’m an idiot for thinking one good fuck could change anything.

I’m halfway to the door, ready to raise the alarm, when it swings open. Laura slips inside, a plastic bag in one hand, wearing nothing but one of my white button-downs and a pair of sneakers. The sight of her in my clothes, her hair mussed from our activities, sends a possessive thrill straight to my dick.

“Where did you go?”

“I went to the pharmacy,” she explains, holding up the bag. “Got some… pills and supplies to change your bandages.”

I blink at her, thrown off balance. “You did?”

She nods, setting the bag on the dresser. “It’s just across the street. Figured you could use some fresh dressings after…” She trails off, a becoming blush staining her cheeks.

I’m still trying to process that she came back, that she’s here, voluntarily taking care of me. “And where did you get the money for this little shopping trip?” I ask, arching a brow.

Laura fiddles with the hem of her—my—shirt, peeking up at me through her lashes with a coy smile. “Well, since you kidnapped me without packing any of my things, I borrowed some cash from your wallet. Hope you don’t mind.”

A surprised laugh rumbles out of me. Well, well. Seems my blushing bride has some claws, after all.

“Borrowed, huh?” I drawl, stalking closer.

She tilts her chin up defiantly, but I catch the hitch in her breath, the darkening of her eyes as I invade her space.

“That’s right. Consider it my fee for playing nurse.”

My gaze drops to her lips, remembering how they felt wrapped around my cock just hours ago. “I can think of some other ways you can earn your keep, wife.”

Her breath catches, but she plants a hand on my chest, halting my advance. “Down, boy. You’re bleeding.” Her touch gentles, fingertips tracing the edge of my bandage. “Let me take care of you first, okay?”

The soft plea in her voice undoes me. I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to take care of me, no ulterior motives. Swallowing hard, I let her guide me to sit on the edge of the bed.

Perched between my knees, she unwraps my soiled dressings with careful fingers. I’m entranced by the furrow of concentration between her brows, the way she bites her lip as she works. Such a strange feeling to be the sole focus of her attention like this.

“All done,” she declares as she finishes, smoothing the last piece of tape in place. Her eyes meet mine, and the tenderness I find there steals my breath. Slowly, as if she’s giving me time to pull away, she leans in and brushes a featherlight kiss over the bandage.

I shudder at the contact, at the unfamiliar swell of emotions rising in my chest. But as quickly as they come, I force them back down, locking them away. I can’t afford to feel, not in this world, not with her.

Abruptly, I stand, putting distance between us. Laura blinks up at me, confusion and hurt flickering across her face at the sudden shift.

“Don’t get it twisted, kiska,” I say, my voice cold and cutting. “This marriage, it’s just a business arrangement. A means to an end. Don’t start thinking it’s anything more.”

She flinches as if I’ve slapped her but quickly composes herself. “I know that,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. “Believe me, I’m counting down the days until I’m free of you.”

The words are meant to wound, and they do. But I welcome the pain, let it fuel the anger simmering in my veins.

Anger is good, anger I understand.

These softer emotions will only get us both killed.

“Good,” I bite out, stalking toward the closet to find a shirt. “Then we’re on the same page. No feelings, no attachments. Just sex and a signature on a dotted line.”

I hear her suck in a sharp breath behind me, but I don’t turn around. Can’t bear to see the look on her face.

“Fine by me,” she says after a loaded pause, her voice tight and controlled. “I’ll be a good little wife in public, but don’t expect me to warm your bed every night. I’m not your whore.”

Fuck, she’s cute when she’s pissed like that.

The way her eyes flash with indignation, the defiant tilt of her chin… it makes me want to grab her, shake her, kiss her until she’s breathless and pliant in my arms.

No. Stop it. Don’t let her get to you. She’s just a means to an end, nothing more.

I can’t afford to be distracted by a pretty face and a sharp tongue.

I clench my jaw hard enough to crack teeth. “Trust me, I have no shortage of willing women to satisfy my needs.”

I see the hurt flash in her eyes, the way her lower lip trembles for just a moment before she presses her mouth into a thin line. She turns away from me, her shoulders stiff with tension.

It’s a low blow, and I hate myself even as the words leave my mouth. But better she hates me, better she keeps her distance. It’s safer that way… for both of us.