Chapter 24 —Demyon
Dressed in my impeccably tailored black suit, I sat across from her at our table. The air was filled with the faint scent of fresh flowers and the aroma of the culinary masterpiece set before us.
I leaned back in my chair, watching her eat in silence, trying her hardest to avoid my gaze. She was beautiful tonight, dressed up in a fancy red gown, befitting of this high-class fancy restaurant.
Her chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in effortless waves. As she ate, her lips closed around the fork, her jaw moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
I’d decided to take her out tonight, to show her off to the world as mine and mine alone. I figured she was suffocating within the mansion’s walls and could use some fresh air. The smile on her face when I told her we were eating out tonight still played in my head, over and over again.
Although we’d barely spoken a word to each other all through the drive here, it felt good to do something right by her for once.
I ordered the most expensive wine and the most delicious dish on the menu. The plan was to impress her and prove to her that being a Tarasov wife wasn’t as bad as she thought. In my own little way, I wanted to spoil her and just make her happy.
Considering the way she handled me last night, the way she twirled on my cock with deliberate slowness, she deserved more than this. It was hard to reconcile the innocent young woman taking delicate bites of her medium-rare steak with the lioness that had ridden me until I came the night before.
It was like I’d unlocked a version of her that even she didn’t know existed. This version was shameless, wild, and fuckin’ fierce. She matched my energy, tangling in the sheets with me without holding back.
Even now, I could still hear the sounds of her sweet moans echoing in my head. The images of her face contorted in pleasure hadn’t stopped flashing in my mind all day. It was a reminder that with just the right push, even the most innocent of them all would turn wild.
I hadn’t expected her to lose control the way she did last night, and I was grateful that she did. She proved to me that she could be whatever I wanted in bed. She could be shy and delicate. She could also be wild and dangerous.
She’d said the most daring things to me last night, challenging me to go harder and faster. Initially, I was skeptical, thinking she wouldn’t be able to take the full dose of my strength. I was wrong.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d been possessed by the spirit of sex last night. We began with me hitting her hard and rough. Then we transitioned to her riding me slowly with an intensity that had me mumbling gibberish.
For an inexperienced woman who was having sex for the second time in her life, she’d sure outdone herself. She moved her hips back and forth, side to side, and even up and down. She twisted and twirled on my cock buried deep inside.
She’d made sounds—soft purrs and delicious moans—that sent shivers running down my spine. The way she moved, like her waist had no bones, was therapeutic—fuckin’ relaxing. And perhaps if I hadn’t seen the blood on our first night, I wouldn’t have believed that she was a virgin.
Reminiscing about the whole scene sparked something inside me, and as I watched her in silence, the heat spread across my body.
“You do realize it’s rude to stare, right?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
I blinked back to the present, a small grin tugging at a corner of my lips. “It’s not if you’re staring at your wife.”
She managed to meet my gaze, lips pursing to suppress her smile. “Well, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Her manicured fingers clenched around the stem of her glass, half-filled with red wine.
“It’s not my fault you’re pretty,” I answered, my gaze steady on her. “Get used to it.”
Her cheeks flushed at my remark, and she looked away, lifting her glass for a sip. “Flattery will get nowhere.”
“Wanna bet on that?” I flashed her a teasing smirk. “Five hundred bucks says you’re wrong.”
Eva let out a soft chuckle, her fingers tucking her hair behind her ear. As she beamed at me, her stormy blue eyes offered a glimpse of something I’d yet to name.
My God, she was absolutely gorgeous!
“You’re beautiful,” I said, unable to stop myself from blurting it out.
Her expression softened, and she turned her head, but not before the blush gave her away. Color bloomed across her face, soft and unguarded.
“Thank you,” she murmured, almost as if the words embarrassed her.
I twisted my lips into a mischievous grin and reached for my glass of wine. “You weren’t this shy when you were riding the hell out of me last night.”
“Shhhh….” Her eyes widened in shock, her brows rising instantly. “Keep your voice down, Jesus!” she whispered, glancing around as if to make sure no one was listening.
I chuckled lightly.
“It’s not funny, Demyon,” she said through gritted teeth.
“The truth sucks. I know.” I sipped from my glass.
She set down her cutlery and lowered her voice. “You wanna know what actually sucks?”
“I’m guessing you’re gonna tell me anyway,” I teased, basking in her unease.
“You’re damn right, I will,” she said, staring right at me. “It’s you, Demyon. You suck.”
I let out a quiet laugh. “Of course I do. I’ve sucked you before, and I’m looking forward to doing that again.”
“Oh, my God, Demyon.” She hid her face in embarrassment.
I watched her try so hard to hold back her laughter—lips pressed together, shoulders twitching despite her best efforts to stay composed.
A strange sense of satisfaction washed over me when she finally gave in. A brief, amused laugh slipped from her, and she shook her head, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
That radiant smile that lit up her face thawed something inside me. For the first time, I was able to make her not just smile but laugh. A weird feeling of triumph swelled up within me, and as I met her gaze, I felt…peaceful.
In that moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath, the world around us slowly fading into the background. I couldn’t explain the feeling of staring into those amazing eyes of hers, but it felt really good.
When she looked at me with that soft expression, her usual hint of hatred and disdain was nowhere to be found. I wasn’t sure if this was a sign that she was starting to accept her new reality or if it was just a fleeting moment of bliss.
My phone buzzed on the table, interrupting our peaceful staring contest. A faint frown flashed across my face. My eyes left her face and settled on the phone’s lock screen.
It was an incoming call from Ilya.
She glanced at the buzzing device. “Aren’t you gonna take that?”
I didn’t respond, just sipped my wine in silence.
“It might be important.”
“If it is, he’ll call me back.”
Soon, the buzzing stopped, but before my brain could even process anything else, it began again.
She dug into her steak, her cutlery clinking against the ceramic plate. “I guess it is important after all.” She took a bite.
I hesitated for a second, hating the idea of leaving her alone, even for less than a minute. “Excuse me.” I picked up the damn phone and rose from my chair. “Speak.” I walked away toward the front door.
I stepped outside, listening to my lieutenant as he filled me in on an important mission I’d sent him on. It was successful, as expected. However, there were some complications along the way that needed my intervention. I told him it would have to wait until I returned home.
With that, I ended the call and walked back into the restaurant, only to find my wife embracing another man. The sight of that young man’s arms around her and the smile on her face made my blood boil with anger.
I’d stepped out for less than a minute, and she was already flirting with someone else?
Blinded by my rage, I rushed toward them, my fingers clenched into his fists at my sides.
“Oh, there he is,” she said amidst chuckles, gesturing to me. “Ethan, this is my….”
She was still talking when my fist connected with the man’s jaw. The impact was so powerful that it lifted him inches off the ground. Seconds later, he crumpled to the floor, bleeding from his lips.
“Demyon, what the hell?!” Eva snapped at me, her voice laced with anger and humiliation.
Gasps rose from the onlookers as they murmured amongst themselves.
Before I could strike a second time, she threw herself between the stranger and me. “Stop!” she yelled, her scowl deepening. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Who is he?” I demanded, my voice a low growl, my hand hanging in the air.
“He’s my cousin!” she blurted out. “And he was just saying hello!”
Silence.
I could feel everyone’s gazes on me, but that wasn’t half as unsettling as the disappointment on Eva’s face.
She glared at me for a moment, then crouched down to help the man to his feet. “I am so sorry, Ethan,” she said, wiping the blood from his lips.
“It’s fine,” he answered, pulling his head away as if uncomfortable with her touch. He met my gaze and said, “Nice meeting you.” With that, he walked away, embarrassment trailing him at every step.
“Ethan…” she called out softly, her voice laced with remorse.
He ignored her and just kept going.
She turned to face me, her eyes flashing with anger. “Happy now?”
I lowered my head, pissed at myself for acting so irrationally. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I should’ve handled the situation better.
She grabbed her purse from the table. “Take me home. I’m done here.”
I watched her walk past me, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor.
My jaw clenched, chest tightening at the mere thought of losing her because of my lack of self-control. If I didn’t find a way to fix this soon, she just might slip through my grasp.
I hated myself for being so impulsive and ruining this rare moment of sheer bliss.
“Fuck,” I mumbled to myself, fingers rubbing my eyes.
By the time I looked in her direction, she was already outside and was heading toward the car.
Be more patient next time, a small voice whispered in my head. We can’t afford to lose her now.