Chapter 26 - Raisa

It has been six months since I married Oleg for the second time—or if you ask me—for the first time. The time that really counted.

Our wedding was absolutely perfect. I had the most beautiful dress. We got married at their family holiday resort in Hawaii. All of my siblings were there and no one caused any drama.

Since then, things have only been getting better.

The last six months have been the happiest time of my entire life.

Oleg is the most perfect man. He smothers me in love and kindness. His gentle heart is my safe place and every time I fall asleep in his arms, I fall deeper in love with him.

He is my entire world and I can’t imagine my life without him.

I officially moved in with him.

I found an amazing tenant for my apartment in the city and I think it might even be the start of my property investment portfolio.

My studies are going really well. I passed my first set of exams top of my class and I am pushing to do the same again for the next set. It’s exhausting but so rewarding and lucky for me, I have the most incredible man who is continuously showing me his support.

On some evenings, I get together with my new study group, and Jenna is part of i,t which is really amazing. We help each other through the complicated parts and provide loads of moral support when things seem overwhelming. It’s nice to have a group of people who are going through the same challenge that you are—trying to become a doctor.

I sit at my desk in the sunroom, tapping my pencil on the pages of the textbook like I usually do when I start to lose focus because I’m trying to push too hard. The words are beginning to blur into each other because my eyes are so tired. I rub my eyes, trying to force them to be more awake.

I hear Oleg come into the room and turn to see him carrying a cup of coffee towards me. Oh, my word, I just love him. He seems to know what I need before I even know what I need. He sets it down on the table and leans down to kiss my forehead. I pick up the coffee and sip it with a happy heart.

“Little flower, I think you need a break. You’ve been at it for hours.”

“Ugh. I was trying to get through this last chapter, but I can’t focus anymore. I think this coffee will be my saving grace, though. I can just push—”

“You aren’t pushing anymore—you’re done.” He says sternly.

He pulls me out of my chair and my legs ache from sitting down for too long. He wraps his arms around me and I melt against him, breathing in his scent.

“We still have the dinner tonight at my brother’s place. Are you up for it? I can cancel if you like. We can snuggle up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, watching horror movies all night, “ he grins, looking hopeful. I know he hates all of this socializing.

“We are going,” I laugh. “Don’t use me as an excuse to get out of it.”

He chuckles, hugging me tighter. “Fine. Then you definitely have to stop studying now. It’s almost time to start getting ready.”

“It can’t be that late,” I say in shock, glancing down at my watch.

But it is—I can’t believe the entire day has just disappeared.

I groan loudly, leaning more into Oleg.

He laughs, picking me up in his arms. “I’ll help you with the shower.” He grins as he carries me towards the bedroom.

I squeal and wiggle away from him. “If you help me with the shower, we will never get out of the shower,” I laugh, escaping his grip.

“That was my plan.”

I gently push his chest and throw him a naughty smile.

“You have to wait until we get home. If you’re good you’re nice to everyone at the dinner, then I will reward you with something extra special,” I laugh.

“Hey, I’m always nice—but fine—I accept your deal.” He slaps my butt cheek as I walk away from him to go and get ready.

Later that night we arrive at Leon’s house just as the last light is fading from the sky.

I can see my brothers are already here. Their cars are all parked in the driveway, scattered between Oleg’s brothers' cars.

Oleg and I walk into the dinner party and I grin when I see Anya and Ruslana sitting together, laughing over a cocktail. Those two get on far too well. They are trouble—I can just see it.

I walk right over to them and hug them both tightly.

“Are you two causing trouble?”

“Who us? Never,” Anya laughs, winking at Ruslana.

“Well, I’m just happy that both of my sisters are getting along,” I say, sitting down to join them. Oleg comes to hand me a drink, smiles at me, leans over to kiss me and then disappears to talk to the brothers.

“Is everyone getting along?” I ask Anya, who has been here the longest and can update me on things.

“Actually, yes. Alexei and Rad seem to get on like a house on fire. I don’t know if that’s good or not. Overall, all of our brothers are tensely getting on. Like there is awkwardness—but it’s not bad. Definitely an improvement every time we have a dinner,” she laughs.

“And you?” I raise my brows towards her.

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t even get me started. I am not ready to get on with your brothers yet. I’m happy just being friends with your sister.”

Ruslana smiles and lifts her glass towards Anya. “Cheers to that. Who needs boys anyway?”

I roll my eyes at both of them.

“You two might need boys if you don’t want to be single for the rest of your lives,” I laugh, standing up to go and find my husband.

“I’ll get married when a man comes along who deserves me,” Anya calls after me. I shake my head and wave my hand to dismiss her silliness.

I do hope she finds someone amazing one day. She deserves it.

I find Oleg outside in the cool night air. The brothers are all standing around, smoking cigars and drinking whisky.

I snuggle up against my husband’s side and he wraps his arm around me.

“You look tired, little flower.”

“I am tired. Exhausted actually. I think your idea of staying home and snuggling was actually the right one.”

“Oh no, we can’t leave now. You have to witness me being nice to everyone,” he chuckles and I playfully punch his side.

He turns to face me and lifts me in his arms. “Come on. I know exactly what you need.”

“Oleg—“ I whisper, laughing as he carries me into the house, past everyone, to the downstairs guest bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask softly, afraid someone will hear us.

“No one saw us—don’t worry—they are all too busy discussing business.”

He moves slowly when he closes the bedroom door though, pushing it softly until it clicks into place, then he turns towards me with a mischievous grin.

He winks and walks right over to me, grabbing my top and pulling it up over my head. I laugh a little too loud and clasp my hand over my mouth, but he takes my wrists and moves it away. “Make as much noise as you want.”

“They would definitely hear us if I did that.” I giggle.

Oleg cups his hands over my face and leans close to kiss me. The warmth of his mouth locked over mine is so seductive and sensual that I forget where I am for a moment. I grab his shirt in my hands and tug him closer to me.

He runs his hands over my body, then kisses me even deeper, sending shivers running through my spine. He makes my heart race and my skin burn with need. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this man. He is the most perfectly gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes on.

Oleg slips his fingers under the waistband of my pants and I feel my cheeks flushing pink. “Are we really doing this here?” I giggle again.

“Try and stop me, little flower.” He growls.

I gasp when he yanks my pants off and pushes me onto the bed as he stands looking down at me.

He smirks, then with a dark tint to his voice he commands, “Touch yourself. I want to watch.”

His eyes dance over me while he unbuttons his shirt, moving as though we have all the time in the world. The thrill of it makes me grin and I slowly brush my hand over my stomach, between my legs, rubbing my fingers over my pussy.

My fingers slide between my pussy lips, brushing over my clit and sending delightful waves of pleasure through me. I gasp softly as I slip my finger inside myself, feeling my pussy tighten and then shudder with anticipation and desire to have his cock thrusting into me.

“I love it when you bite your lip like that,” Oleg says, stepping out of his pants and climbing onto the bed. He pushes my legs apart. His eyes locked onto my pussy.

“Don’t stop. Keep touching yourself. You have no idea how beautiful it is to watch,” he says, kneeling between my legs.

I rub my fingers in small circles over my clit as Oleg pushes his rock-hard cock against my pussy. The lust that surges in me at that moment is so intense I almost come just from the idea of him filling me up with that monster cock of his.

I gasp as he slides into me, slowly, pushing deeper as I arch my hips up towards him. My body is out of my control. I am entire his to do with as he pleases.

I don’t even care where we are anymore. And I don’t care about any sounds I’m making. I just want him. I want him deeper and harder and fucking me like I am the only thing he ever needs.

He grabs my ass in his hands, lifting me up and pushing all the way inside me. His cock is stretching my pussy open, making me shudder with delight.

He licks his thumb and reaches behind to press it against my ass.

I feel my body tense in fear.

“Relax, little flower,” his deep voice vibrates through me. “I won’t hurt you.”

I take a deep breath and do as he asks, trusting him and giving in to his commands.

He gently rubs my ass while I rub my clit and he fucks me with his cock.

My sanity is slipping quickly over the edge.

The sensations come at me from every angle and soon I am moaning loudly, rocking my body against him, wanting to feel more and more.

Oleg slips his thumb inside me, not deep, just enough to tease me and push the boundaries of what my body can handle.

I feel him go harder inside me. He is enjoying this as much as I am. Playing with me is teasing him.

He starts to fuck me harder, his cock thrusting deep into me, my fingers are moving faster over my clit as my pussy swells around him. The dark smile on his lips tell me that he can feel how close I am to the edge.

My body is tired from a long day of study and all of these sensations at once are making me lose control. My skin is hot, burning and tingling with pleasure.

I want more.

More.

His cock slams into me and I let out a sharp cry. He clamps his hand over my mouth.

My legs begin to shake and I cry out again, muffled against his hand.. I stare at him, still moaning, unable to hold back the sounds of my desire.

The smile on his face is so fucking sexy. He loves this.

And seeing him so turned on is making it even more intense for me.

I can feel his cock growing harder inside me as he thrusts in and out of my pussy.

He pushes in deep and I can’t take anymore.

My eyes flutter and roll back as a wall of pleasure slams into me, over and over again my body shakes wildly as the orgasm steals me away.

I feel Oleg stiffen and explode inside me.

He lies down next to me, pulling me up against him.

We both grin as we catch our breath.

“So, do you want to go home and watch movies on the sofa, all snuggled up under a blanket?” he whispers against my ear.

“Only if we can do that all again when we get there,” I grin.

“Oh, little flower, I was counting on it.”

Oleg and I don’t even say goodbye—we just sneak out the house, to the car and drive straight home.

Everyone is getting on fine and they can survive the night without us. For now—all I want to do is cuddle up against the man who has completely stolen my heart.

I want to wrap myself in him and close my eyes and enjoy every moment of him.

Sitting together on the sofa, my head resting on his chest, his fingers brushing through my hair, Oleg leans close and whispers, “I will fall more in love with you every day until my time on this earth is over. That much, I promise you. You are my entire world, little Raisa flower. You are everything to me.”

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THE END

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