Chapter 9

Laura

HOLY GUACAMOLE, did my brain just take a vacation to Crazytown?

I bite my lips hard, freezing in place.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I’m about to turn, to face him, when suddenly his hands are on me, spinning me around and pulling me down onto the bed.

He hovers over me, his eyes blazing with a hunger that steals my breath. “You have no idea how badly I want that tight pussy of yours,” he rasps, his hand sliding up my thigh.

My pussy clenches tightly. My mind is a chaotic mess of conflicting desires.

But before his hand can reach my wet core, I grab it and place it over my heart, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. For a brief moment, everything feels right.

This feels good.

He is alive.

With my other hand, I reach out to caress his bruised face, my fingers gently tracing the swollen skin around his eye, the cut on his lip. In the depths of his eyes, I see a flicker of something unexpected. Something raw and vulnerable.

“But you are still an ass,” I tease.

Victor exhales a heavy sigh before he speaks, the sound heavy with something that might be regret. “I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, surprising both of us. “About what I said earlier.”

I bite my lip again, feeling caught off guard by his apology. “It’s okay,” I reply softly. “What you said wasn’t… wrong.”

Victor’s jaw clenches, his gaze darting away briefly before returning to mine. “No, it was a dick move. You’re in a shitty situation, no question. Broke, cheated, ripped away from your life…”

“Wow, thanks for listing all my wounds in one go—again. Really twisting that knife, aren’t you?” I shake my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips as I interrupt his attempt at an apology.

Victor’s hand moves from my chest, his fingers grazing my jaw before coming to rest gently against my lips, silencing me. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not a man of sweet words, little firecracker.”

Lip tucked under my teeth, I peer at him. “Did the great Victor Morozov just admit to being less than perfect? I never thought I’d see the day.”

His lips twitch, a hint of amusement softening his features. “Don’t get used to it, kiska. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

I let out a shaky laugh, trying to calm the riot of butterflies in my stomach.

“Well, I suppose I can find it in my generous heart to accept your apology. Even if it was a bit lacking in the groveling department.”

Victor arches a brow. “Groveling, huh? You’re a demanding little thing.”

“You have no idea,” I shoot back, feeling a smile curling my lips despite myself.

And with that reassurance between us, something shifts in the air.

Slowly, I guide his head down to mine, our lips meeting in a kiss that starts soft and sweet but quickly ignites into something deeper, more urgent. I part my lips, inviting him in, and he responds with a groan, his tongue sliding against mine in a sensual dance.

“Fuck, you make me so horny,” he growls softly.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is insane.

I’m insane.

But I can’t deny the hunger clawing at my insides, the need to feel his skin against mine, consequences be damned.

His hands are everywhere, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples through the lace until I’m arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

“Victor,” I pant as he bites down on my neck, marking me as his.

“Quiet,” Victor commands, his hand gripping my jaw firmly as his thumb brushes over my parted lips. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, wife. Until you’re trembling and begging for mercy.”

“Please,” I whimper, arching against him wantonly. I moan as he moves up, nipping at my earlobe.

“Touch yourself for me, wife,” he instructs, and I comply.

My panties are drenched, clinging to my skin as I frantically seek out my throbbing clit. My fingers move in small circles, desperate for release, as I moan softly.

He pulls back and raises himself up to kiss me again. Our tongues entwine with a fiery passion as his hands expertly work their way under my bra, freeing one of my breasts. His strong hand caresses the soft flesh, kneading and massaging it before his mouth descends upon my nipple.

As his lips and tongue continue their skilled ministrations, I let out a soft moan and shut my eyes in pleasure. I keep rubbing my clit, matching the intensity of his touch.

“Yes, just like that,” I gasp as his hands pull my panties aside, and two fingers penetrate inside of me. “Ohhh…” I gasp, the sensation driving me wild.

He begins pumping his fingers deep and hard as I circle my clit at the same pace, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans in response. “I can feel your pussy clamping around my fingers.” His voice is rough with desire. He increases the speed of his movements, and I match it, my hips rocking back and forth as he drives me toward the brink.

My hips move in harmony with his touch, chasing the climax that’s building within me.

“Fuck, fuck,” I whimper, feeling the intensity building. And then it hits me like a tidal wave—an explosion of pleasure that leaves me sobbing and shaking.

“My God, I love to see you come,” he exclaims breathlessly as his hands continue their delicious torment, prolonging my aftershocks.

Shit, that was fast.

Too fast.

I’ve never come so hard, so quickly. Fuck, what is this man doing to me? I barely recognize myself anymore.

A rough growl tears from Victor’s throat, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, I want to see you come again,” he rasps, the evidence of my arousal gleaming on my inner thighs. “I can practically taste how badly you need me.”

Whimpering, I rock against him shamelessly, chasing the delicious friction. I’m so far gone, I almost don’t notice the fresh blood blooming across his bandages. Almost.

“Shit, Victor, your stitches,” I pant, even as my treacherous body screams at me to just take what I need.

“I’m fine,” he snarls, one hand fisting in my hair as the other cups my pussy to plunge two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my clenching heat again. “I’m not stopping until I’m buried inside this tight little cunt.”

The lewd words send a bolt of lust straight to my core, and I keen helplessly, fucking myself on his fingers. But the sane part of my lust-fogged brain won’t let me be selfish, not when he’s already bleeding so much.

Gritting my teeth, I wrench myself away from his magical hands, ignoring his growl of protest. Before he can stop me, I push him flat on his back and climb astride him, pinning his wrists above his head.

“You’re going to lie there and let me ride you,” I demand breathlessly, holding his darkening gaze.

Slowly, deliberately, I grind my dripping pussy along the rigid length of his cloth-covered cock. “Understand?”

For a moment, he looks mutinous, his hips bucking up in a bid for control. But as I lean down to bite his ear, my nipples grazing his chest, I feel him shudder beneath me.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he rumbles, but there’s a glint of admiration in his blazing eyes. “Alright, little firecracker. Light me up.”

With a triumphant grin, I kiss my way down his straining body, determined to show him that his pleasure is safe in my hands…