32. Natalya
Chapter 32
Natalya
I ’m sitting on the couch with my legs on the ottoman when the house talks to me. “What do you think you’re doing right now?”
I stare around the room, heart racing. “Alex? What the hell was that?” I grab a pillow and pull it against my chest like that’s going to protect me from a ghost intruder. But there’s nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the hallway, no spirits floating up near the ceiling.
“Up here, darling wife.”
The mechanical whirr of the motor that moves the camera in the top corner. The red light blinks to life.
“How are you talking to me right now? And do you actually hear me?”
“I see all and I hear all.”
I hold up my middle finger. “Fuck you, creep. Do you hear and see that?” The camera stares at me, the red light unblinking. I hesitate, feeling a little stupid, and slowly lower my hand. “Alex? You still there?”
“I’m still here.”
“Seriously, what’s going on right now?”
“I installed an intercom system.”
“I guess that makes more sense than ghosts.”
“No, darling, I’m not haunting you. But you can pretend I’m a vengeful spirit if you want.”
“I’m not roleplaying.”
“Good, because I’m not playing. You’ve been mouthy, my darling, and you haven’t gotten up off that couch since I left earlier.”
“Are you seriously calling your pregnant wife lazy right now?”
“Lazy, filthy, and selfish.”
My mouth falls opens in outrage. “Selfish? How dare you.”
“You are a selfish girl, Natalya. Look at the way you touch yourself while I watch.”
I start to protest—I’m definitely not touching myself—but the words die on my lips, because that red light’s still staring, and excitement sizzles in my core.
Not only can he watch me this time, but he can hear me too.
“You say I’m the selfish one, but I think we both know you like this too.” I adjust myself on the couch so I’m facing the camera. I’m wearing a light cropped t-shirt and a pair of loose black satin sweats. Slowly, one hand moves down my body, cupping my breast slightly. I lay it on a little thick and play it up, but I’m only faking a tiny bit when I let out a soft whimper as I tweak one of my own nipples.
“I only do what I have to. You make me this way, Natalya. If you weren’t such a bad fucking girl and worthy of punishment, I wouldn’t have to watch you all the time .”
A thrill runs down my spine. Watching me all the time? Any normal person would be disturbed by that idea.
But it only drives me wild with excitement.
“If I’m such a bad girl, why aren’t you here punishing me yourself?”
“I’m on my way, but first you need to prove that you deserve my firm hand. Show me what a bad girl does. Tell me a fantasy of yours while you slide a hand down between your legs.”
I’m breathing fast as I slowly obey him. This is crazy, but it’s so fucking hot that I can’t help myself. My core’s pulsing as my fingers slowly glide up and down my pussy over my underwear, and I am absolutely soaking through already.
“Tell me something. Something dark. Something you’ve never admitted to before.”
I lick my lips, chest rising and falling quickly. “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me back home. Somewhere we could get caught. You’d come into my room and I’d pretend to be surprised and pretend to get away, but you’d hold me down and push me down and fuck me from behind. You’d have to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming as you filled me over and over again, fucking me into submission while everyone else is asleep.”
I slip my fingers down below the waistband of my underwear and slide them up and down my wet lips. God, I’m so fucking soaked. I’ve never admitted that little piece of fantasy to anyone before, and now saying it to him, to the guy very much involved in that twisted piece of sexy theater, it’s so revealing but also an insane turn on. I like sharing with him—I like letting him see me for who I really am.
“You are a bad fucking girl, printsessa. You wanted me to defile you in your childhood home while your brothers were sleeping. You really do want to be punished.”
“God, yes,” I moan, sinking my fingers inside of myself. I lift up my thin top with my other hand and tease my breast. I know he’s watching, and I know he likes this.
“Look at you, messy girl. Touching yourself. Thinking about my thick cock between your legs. Do you know how much we’ve given up for this? How wrong it is to want each other? And there you are on my couch, moaning for me, like a dirty fucking girl.”
“Alex,” I whimper, fingers gliding in and out faster. “IF you’re on the way, you better hurry.”
“Hurry? I’m taking my sweet time and watching you touch yourself. You fucking like it too. You love that I might be right outside the door waiting for the right moment to come inside and shove my thick cock in your mouth while you come in your own fingers. You love the thought that I’ve already snuck into the apartment and right as you’re close, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you until your scream my name. Go deep, my darling wife, and tell me how much you love it when your husband makes you nice and messy on his big dick.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, back arching as a series of filthy images flit through my mind. My core’s pulsing wildly and pleasure bursts into my veins as I keep going, faster and deeper, stroking in and out as I moan and gasp his name. “I’m a bad girl, I’m so fucking bad. I need you, Alex.”
The front door bangs open. I yelp and sit up straight in shock as he strides into the room. He stripes off his shirt, throws it aside, and storms over to me like a god striding through a city and smiting all the sinners. I moan as he grabs my hair, pulls my chin back, and buries his mouth on mine.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls and my god, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
My fingers keep going as he takes off his pants. I slide them in and out, soaking wet and slick and making the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard as he watches me. I feel exposed, totally vulnerable, with no possible way to hide from his intense gaze. Finally, as I’m close to coming, he grabs my hair again and slides his cock into my mouth as promised.
“Suck,” he commands. “Moan on my big dick while you make yourself come, you filthy fucking girl, and if you make me nice and wet and you don’t stop, I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”
That kills me. I’m thrown over the edge as I suck him like a greedy slut, gliding up and down his shaft, not caring is my spit’s rolling down him. I come on my fingers in an explosion of bliss, my body twitching and aching as my fingers dive in dive before rubbing my soaking wet clit.
Then he’s dragging me into the bedroom. His hands are on my body. He strips off my top and sucks my nipples, yanks down my pants and palms my ass. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my shoulders, before shoving me down on the bed.
“Don’t be loud, you messy girl,” he says as he presses his dick against my entrance. “If you so much as moan, we’re going to be caught, and you won’t kike the consequences.”
I bite down on the comforter as he fills me from behind. Bliss rips into my core, and he fucks me slow at fist. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I suck them as he fucks me faster, in and out and stretching me wide.
“That’s right, you feel so fucking good. You grip me like you were born to hold onto my big dick. I could fill you to the brim for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. I’ve needed you for so fucking long, and now that you’re mine, I’m going to use you until you’re a moaning puddle of bliss on my fucking floor, begging for more.”
Holy shit, this man’s got a mouth on him.
I push back against his cock, and when I whimper he spanks me ass hard and pulls my hair.
“Too loud,” he warns, thrusting in hard.
I’m right on the edge already. His hand covers my mouth, and I moan into his palm as he fucks me faster.
“That’s right, baby, take me, you dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Every inch of my body’s on fire. My nerves jangle with heat for him. “You’re so fucking bad, let ting me fuck you like this. You’re soaking wet and taking my thick, bare cock, moaning like my personal little slut, and you love that, don’t you? You love that you’re going to get caught.”
I moan his name, over and over, and I can’t handle any more. He thrusts again, again, and I spread my legs and lean forward, moaning into the comforter as I explode on his shaft. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and by the time it finishes my body’s tingling and my vision’s blurry, and I have only seconds before he drags me by thee hair, turns me around, and strokes himself to completion all over my breasts.
I lay there, breathing hard and staring at him, half in shock and half in bliss, as he glides his fingers through his cum and pushes them into my mouth. I protest, but he pushes them deeper, and he makes me lick them clean while staring at me the whole time.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Such a good girl. All mine. All fucking mine.”
I’m a sweat, satisfied mess when he’s finally finished, just like he promised I would be.
We stay like that for a little while before he gets a damp towel from the bathroom and cleans me off. He’s smiling as he does it and peppers me with soft kisses. I’ve never seen him like this before as he lavishes me with attention and praise, and even asks about my piano playing. I tell him about writing the songs, about how my process works, and after a while I barely even remember that he just ripped into me and gave me some of the best and dirties sex of my life.
I only notice the bleeding because the comforter is stained.
“Oh, shit, Alex.” I push him onto his back and check the wound on his leg. Sure enough, the stitches broke. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. I never should’ve let you do that.” I grab another clean towel and press it against the wound.
But he doesn’t seem bothered. “You didn’t have much say in the matter, did you?”
“Seriously, that was really, really good, but you have to take it easy.”
“I doubt that’s going to happen. Not while you’re here.”
“Alex—“
“Besides, I went to see Adriano earlier. I could’ve broken them when I was running around.”
I stare at him in surprise. “You did what?”
“We had a nice, productive chat, actually.” He takes the towel and holds it against his leg as he shuffles over to his phone and shoots off a text. “Doctor should be over in a little while to patch me back up.”
“Hold on a second. What happened with Adriano?”
He tells me the story, how he ambushed him outside of the club, and how they made their deal at the bar. The terms of their agreement hang in the air between us and I let them sink into my skin like burning hot coals.
“Lev won’t do it,” I say quietly and start pulling on clothes. “You know he’ll never agree.”
“He’ll do it.”
“Why would he? After what we did? It’s insanely unfair.”
“That’s true.”
“So why would he agree to marry a stranger when I refused to do it twice and managed to get out of it both times?”
He sighs and looks at the ceiling. “Lev believes in the family. I think it’s all he believes in, actually.”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“Losing Step nearly killed him. Then when you and I eloped, he felt like he was losing what was left of his family, and I think it pushed him off the deep end a little bit. He loves you, Natalya, you and your father and the whole fucking organization, maybe more than anyone else does. It gives him purpose. It defines him and helps keep some of his darkness at bay.”
I nearly laugh. Lev? Darkness? He’s the most lighthearted guy I’ve ever met.
But the more I think about it, the more I can see what Alex means. Lev’s always had to edge to him, but he’d very good at hiding that edge behind his charming laugh. He pretends to be this easygoing guy, and that might only be the mask he wears around other people. When we were kids, I remember catching moments when he wasn’t hiding himself, and it was terrifying. The coldness, the frosty chill beneath his warm exterior.
“It’s just not fair,” I say quietly.
Alex lays next to me on the bed, still holding the towel to his wound. “I know it isn’t.”
“We fucked up. We slept together in Paris and I got pregnant. Then we ditched my wedding and eloped. We did that, and now Lev has to pay the price for it?”
“You’re right, it’s not fair,” he says quietly and puts a hand on my thigh. I lace my fingers into his, and it feels strangely right, holding him like that. “But did anyone ask what you wanted? Either time?”
“No, of course not. But it’s not like I did it.”
“You don’t care about the family the way Lev does. You don’t get anything in return from the organization the way he does. Lev’s powerful and wealthy because of this family.”
“I was comfortable too,” I say very softly.
“Yes, you were comfortable, but you were never free to do what you want.”
I breathe in through my nose and blow it out. “It just feels wrong.”
“I know, baby, but we don’t have any other choice right now.”
“And if he won’t do it? What then?”
“We’ll figure something else out.”
I nod to myself and lean into him. There’s a quiet voice in the back of my mind that is extremely aware of how satisfied I’ve been sine marrying Alex, and not just sexually. The deep, horrible loneliness has slowly faded away, until now I feel like it was never there to begin with, like it’s only a bad memory.
“I trust you,” I say and I think I mean something else, but I’m not ready to give voice to that just yet.
He squeezes my hand, and I think that means he trusts me too.