Chapter 6

Alexei

I glance over at my wife as we sit at a stoplight on the way home from our date. Sera looks as gorgeous as usual in a simple, dark blue dress that makes her pale eyes shine. It also hugs every lithe curve she has. Her hair is up in some kind of knot and strands fall against her neck, just begging to be brushed away so I can kiss her there.

She smiles at me, but it's subdued. In fact, the entire dinner she was more reserved than usual, while also getting distracted and flinching at every passing waiter. As much as I tried to draw her out of her shell so that we could have one of the rousing conversations I look forward to so much, she kept drifting off somewhere else. I even asked about what medical books she'd been reading lately, and that couldn't crack through the shell either.

So much for our first date.

We pull into my building's underground garage and she doesn't seem to notice when I put the car in park and turn off the engine.

"Sera?" I ask, reaching to touch her elbow.

She seems to snap out of a trance and smiles again, and again there's no light in her eyes. She makes no move to open her door. It's as if she's lost and I'm determined to find her.

"Is there something wrong?" I can't stand it if she's truly unhappy.

Everything I've learned about her tells me she's a good person. She comes from vast wealth and power yet only dreams of going to school to learn how to help others.

"I'm fine," she says listlessly.

Fed up, I turn and take her hands, warming them between mine. "No, you're not. I think I know you well enough to see when something's bothering you."

For a moment it looks like she'll speak but only shakes her head. In that moment, I realize I've been yearning to see her true smile even more than I've been yearning to get my hands on her. That smile of hers is now the most important thing in my life. Her happiness is my main objective. Squeezing her hands, I make the decision to lay it all out on the line.

"We've known each other a little over two weeks, and yes, neither one of us really wanted this marriage." She flinches but I barrel onward. "It's unorthodox. Some might even say fucked up."

I pause, hoping she'll laugh, but instead, a tear rolls down her cheek. Frustrated, I swipe it away. "Sera, I don't care how it started. This is how it's going to go. I want us to get to know each other better. I want you to know you can trust me. That I'm loyal to you as your husband. No matter how I came to be that, I take it fucking seriously. Your dreams don't have to be pipe dreams. I'll help you in any way I can—just tell me what you want so I can make it happen for you. For us. Just tell me, because I'm going to stay by your side no matter what."

Her eyes are wide, more tears streaming from them. Oh god, did I go too far, too fast? I swore I wouldn't push her and here I am, making all sorts of demands instead. I start to apologize but the first breath is cut off when she lunges across the center console, flinging her arms around my neck.

Her mouth is hot and eager against mine as she holds onto me. I slide my hand around her neck to bring her even closer, and tangle my fingers into the knot in her hair. She tastes like dark chocolate and coffee and smells like the light, springy fragrance she uses. She fills my mouth and nostrils and hands and it's like a dam has broken for both of us.

She keeps climbing onto me and I jerk the seat back to make room for her. By the time she straddles my lap, her skirt is up around her hips, and we both laugh against each other's mouths when she accidentally honks the horn with her ass. Then she grows serious when she settles on my rock-hard bulge.

"Oh," she says, looking into my eyes with curiosity.

"That's been like that almost all this time," I say gruffly. "You don't know how much I want you, Sera."

She eases herself back and forth against my stiff cock, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation she's giving herself. "Maybe I do."

Overcome, I grip her hair and pull her head back so I can claim her mouth, plunging my tongue inside her. She's still moving against my cock, so much so that I think I might just have to rip her panties off and sink into her slick cunt right here in the car.

Except this will be her first time. "We've been married over two damn weeks and my wife's still a virgin," I growl, holding onto her hips.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore," she says, running her fingers through my hair and pleading with me with her eyes.

My cock pulses against her wriggling body and I hold her still, gritting my teeth against the all-encompassing desire that's about to turn me into a wild animal.

I push her off and jump out of the car, tugging her behind me. Nope, too slow. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I get us on the private elevator that goes up to my apartment. Slamming her against the elevator wall, I dive for another kiss. Her legs tighten around me and her arms link behind my neck.

"Alexei," she murmurs when I let her up for air.

"Do you know what that does to me?" I ask, working the buttons in the back of her dress.

"What?"

"The way you say my name. Any time really, but especially when I can feel the heat of your pussy pressed against me."

She smiles exuberantly and my heart soars. "Alexei," she breathes, grinding her body against my bugle. "Oh my god, why do you live so far up?"

Just then the elevator doors glide open and we tumble out into my foyer. I let her slide down my body and grip her tight little ass cheeks, working my fingers under the edge of her panties.

"Yes," I say, starting to kiss my way down her neck as I back her further into the apartment. "Nice and slick."

Her breath is short and rough as she lets her head fall back. I keep kissing, pulling her dress down to reveal a sheer, lacy black bra. Grinning at her, I step back and let the dress puddle at her feet. Her teeny tiny matching panties barely cover what I'm dying to get at.

"Okay, I might have been hoping," she admits, but for a brief second there's a hint of apprehension in her eyes. "Alexei …" she starts, and it's not a sexy whisper or plea. It's like she's going to try to say something she doesn't want to, and that I don't want to hear.

I pull her close again with one arm behind her back, my tongue invading her mouth and making her forget whatever's on her mind, and my other hand sliding down between her legs.

Her panties were cute, but now they have to go. With a quick jerk of my wrist, I tear the scrap of fabric off of her and ease my fingers into her soaking wet heat. She moans, I moan, and I slide her slick juices to circle the swollen nub that makes her tremble in my arms.

Rain starts outside the wall of windows in the living room, a sudden squall that sounds as loud as bullets hitting the balcony. As crazed as I am with the feel of her on my fingertips, I pause and hold her tighter.

"No, don't stop," she pleads. "I'm not scared."

I look down at her and she digs her fingers into my shoulders, arching her hips closer to me. "Are you sure?"

She grabs my head and pulls me in for a desperate kiss, finally letting me go with a harsh gasp. "I don't care if the roof gets blown off, just keep touching me, please." Her cheeks turn red as she holds my gaze. "I'm not scared of the storm. I trust you to keep me safe."

"Christ, Sera," I say, kissing her again.

The flat of her hand presses against my cock and I take it away, guiding her backwards until she hits the wall, right next to the painting she brought from home. With both of her wrists held tight together, I raise her arms above her head and pin them to the wall while my other hand slides down her body again.

"Now where were we?" I ask. I find her clit and slowly circle. "Here?" Her chest rises as she gasps and I lean down to pull her bra strap off her shoulder with my teeth, tugging it down until one of her ripe, perfect tits is in my mouth. Sliding my hand between her trembling thighs, I palm her, sinking two fingers into her tight channel. "Or here?"

"Yes," is all she can say before letting her head flop back against the wall. "Oh God, yes."

When she's shaking and trying to free her arms, I only hold them tighter, and keep working her pussy, driving her on. She bucks against my hand, bites my shoulder, begs for release.

"Come for me," I tell her, outwardly calm. Inwardly raging harder than the storm that's battering my apartment. "Scream louder than the thunder, Sera."

She does, shouting my name as she pulses under my fingertips. I let her wrists go and she falls against me, clinging to my shoulders as she tries to catch her breath. She's beautiful. A work of art with her hair falling into her face, her bra half off, her legs shaking.

I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom. By the time we're there, she has her legs wrapped around me again, kissing me with abandon. Gripping her waist, I set her feet on the ground and just take her in, even though my cock is pounding painfully against my waistband.

"I want to take you so many ways," I say, my imagination going wild. "My sweet little virgin bride."

"Any way you want," she says, completely trusting in me.

I take her shoulders a bit roughly, easing my grip at once, but unable to rein in my feelings. "This is real now, Sera. Tell me you understand that."

She nods slowly, then more assuredly. "I understand. That's—that's what I want too." There's that flicker in her eyes again. I want to demand to know everything, make her lay herself bare to me.

But then she reaches for my waistband and tugs the button free, unzips the zipper. Presses her hand against my boxer briefs. "This is what I want," she whispers.

Fuck. I've wanted her for much too long, my need strong enough that it's been hard to breathe. And now that she's got her hand wrapped around my cock, sliding her thumb back and forth through the moisture at the tip, there's just nothing else.

Her lips are kiss-swollen and parted, her eyes focused on my pulsing member, her breath starting to come in ragged pants as she strokes me. I want to let her explore, have her fun, but holy fuck do I need to be inside her.

I get her bra off and run my thumbs over her nipples. With a gasp, she looks up at me, reaches for my shirt. "This isn't fair. I'm the only one who's naked."

She fumbles the buttons on the bespoke shirt and I have no more patience. Gently removing her hands, I tear the shirt open, sending buttons flying in every direction and am rewarded with a musical laugh from Sera. She moves her hands up and down my chest, digging her fingernails into my muscles and tracing my tattoos.

"I want you to tell me about all of these one day," she says.

"The next one will be your name," I promise.

"Really?" she asks incredulously, her eyes roaming up and down my chest.

"Really." It's as good as done.

"I, uh, like the way you look," she says shyly, then boldly starts pulling my pants down around my ankles.

Grabbing her under her arms, I lift her toward the bed. "And I think you're the most beautiful woman who's ever walked the face of the earth."

She fake pouts as I lay her down. "Well, your compliment was a lot better."

I sweep her hair out around her on the pillow. "It's not a competition," I say, kissing her.

Her arms lock around my neck and her tongue meets mine, already the best of friends. With my knee, I nudge her legs apart and she eagerly spreads them wide. With a sharp gasp, she pushes on my chest, straining to look down between us.

"That's pretty big," she says as she turns bright red.

If I weren't so turned on I would laugh, but she's deadly serious. I push my fingers inside her and groan. "And your pussy is so fucking tight," I say, easing in and out to stretch her. She relaxes back onto the pillow, her hands holding onto my shoulders as she sighs. "You'll feel so good around me. Your body is perfect," I tell her. "Perfect for me."

"Okay," she says. I can't wait anymore and move my tip to her opening, teasing her until she begs me to keep going. "I'm ready, so ready," she gasps. "This is just the first time. I don't care if it hurts a little. I know you'll make it better the next one and the next one …"

She trails off as her next orgasm builds. "This one's going to be perfect," I tell her. "Mark my words."

As soon as she's about to tip over the edge, I sheathe myself deep inside her in one smooth motion, kissing her to soothe her slight cry. Within seconds she clutches at me, begging me to go faster.

"Did I lie?" I ask, barely holding on myself.

"No, I knew you wouldn't."

I watch her eyes as she tries to focus while I claim her. "You're mine now, Sera," I tell her. "You belong to me, and I take care of my own."

"Yes," she pants. "Yes, I'm yours. All yours."

Damn right. "Now come for me, baby," I command. "Come for me when I spill my seed inside your tight little pussy."

With one last long, hard thrust, I roar as I fill my little bride up. Her fingernails make marks on my shoulders as she screams my name. I keep going, reveling in the feel of her pulsing around my cock. When she melts into the blankets, pale arms loose, brow beaded with sweat, her eyes closed but still panting, I let myself collapse on top of her.

She weakly brings her arms around to hold onto me and I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's half on top now. Resting her chin on my chest, she looks up at me with such adoration that I have to close my eyes.

Is this as real for her as it is for me? Or just sex? Does she really trust me?

I kiss her forehead, wanting to say the words that are racketing around in my mind. But not yet. She's mine now. There's plenty of time for that.

"What's next?" she asks.

Stunned for a second, I think she means the future. But the way her hand is slowly moving back down my body, I realize she means all the ways I promised I was going to fuck her.

I start outlining ideas, enjoying her blush and the widening of her pupils. "In the shower? I'll lick your pussy until you're begging, then pick you up and bend you over the bathroom counter." I nod down at her, getting hard again already. "Spank your cute little ass until it's as red as your cheeks right now, then spread your legs wide, push my cock inside you …"

"Oh my god, Alexei," she says, sitting upright and grabbing my arm. "Let's go do that right now."

I pull her back, twisting my fingers in her hair and kissing her until she's climbing on top of me. "We've got time to go through the whole list, little monster. Plenty of time."

There's that damn flash of hesitation in her eyes again. Something's still bothering her. But she leans down and whispers close to my ear before she kisses me.

"I'm your little monster. Take me again right now."

And I forget everything except her mouth on mine.