Chapter 20 Enough
Chapter twenty
Enough
Maxim snatched Kira’s arm. She stared up at him with fear and worry, begging him to believe her. And though he knew she was good at acting, it no longer mattered. He pulled her into him and faced his brother. “Did you try to rape my wife?
Lazar scoffed, holding his bleeding head. “You’re gonna take her side? Really? After everything you’ve told me?”
“I’ll ask one more time. Did you try to rape my wife?”
Trina stepped between them. “Let’s take a minute. Lazar wouldn’t do something like that.”
Maxim watched Lazar. There was something off in his brother. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Whether it was because he was drunk or high on his win, Maxim didn’t know, but then with a flick of his gaze, Lazar’s rage shone in his eyes for a flash of a second when he looked at Trina.
“Unless he knows.”
Trina spun her head to her husband.
Lazar sneered. “Of course I fucking know.”
She sucked in a breath, still and silent. But Lazar overlooked her and glared at his brother. “I suspected her betrayal, but not yours, Max. So I thought, what the hell. Since you and Trina got something going on, and your wife was being ignored, I’d do what you couldn’t.”
Maxim raised a fist as he stepped forward, but Trina was still in front of him and pushed back against his chest. “He’s hurt. He’s hurt. Don’t, please.”
Maxim pulled out his gun and held it over Trina’s shoulder, pointing right at his brother’s heart. “You fucking prick.”
“I’m the prick? You knew my wife was cheating on me for months! And you didn’t say shit.”
“It wasn’t my place.”
“You’re my fucking brother! If it wasn’t your place, whose place was it?”
“That doesn’t give you the right to touch my wife!”
“Oh, you don’t give a shit about her, Max. She’s practically throwing herself at you, and you’re so busy hating her. Now we are fucked until one of them gets pregnant.”
“What?”
Lazar hesitated, looking away. “It was part of the deal. The Utkins have a time limit. And since I’m not fucking my bitch wife and you ain’t fucking yours, I had to do something.”
The quiet settled in around them, and Maxim didn’t know how to process or accept the fact that a child that wasn’t even in existence would one day be taken away from him.
“They gave us a year.”
Maxim stepped forward. “Or what, Lazar?”
“They’ll kill us.”
Maxim clenched his teeth, tightening his finger on the trigger. Lazar had never done anything so disappointing. It was a spiral he didn’t recognize, perhaps created by his cheating wife, but Lazar had done nothing like this before.
Kira interrupted. “And you believe that? You don’t think my father would have something to say?”
Lazar glared. “Your name doesn’t always help you. Sometimes it puts a compelling target on your back, and they won’t always be afraid of your daddy.” When Trina made a move for the exit, Lazar called after her. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.” She shot over her shoulder.
Lazar collapsed on the stairs, leaning back. “Got to get fucked by the end of the night,” he mumbled.
Trina whirled around. “I told you it’s over.”
“Doesn’t really matter what you say, does it?”
Maxim didn’t care for their bickering. He pulled Lazar up by the shirt and punched him hard in the face.
The man groaned and held his bleeding nose.
“That’s for touching my wife.” Maxim grabbed him again and punched him again, letting him drop hard on the floor.
“That’s for making a ridiculous bargain. You’re gonna undo it, you hear me?”
Lazar spat blood as he attempted to sit up. “I can’t.”
“That better not be true. And you better fucking fix it. Now get the fuck out of my house.” Maxim only gave Lazar a second to struggle before he lifted the man to his feet, nearly dragging him out.
“And if you ever look at my wife again, I’ll shoot you in the fucking cock.
” He tossed his brother out and then slammed the door.
The rage wasn’t smothered. He wanted to do more damage, but Kira popped into his head, and he swung around to find her.
He darted back down the hallway and saw her picking up the marble horse statue and putting it back softly on the shelf.
Her fingers ran over it. The quiet continued, and he wondered what she was thinking about.
He stepped closer, “Kira–”
Her name only brought pain, and she darted for the door, but he had her arm, pulling her in front of him. She fought, twisting and shoving, tears spilling down her cheeks. But he kept hold of her, as gently as he could, unrelenting.
She shook her head, pushing against him. “No. No.”
“Would you please stop?”
“No!” Kira shoved him. “From the very beginning, you believed I was this cold-hearted liar. And all I wanted was to be loved. You twisted me into a monster, and you thought I was capable of horrible things. All because of my name. It’s not my fault my father does what he does.
It’s not my fault I was born to this family.
But you blame me. You blame me and hate me, and you don’t want me. ”
“I want you,” he admitted, and for a moment she didn’t speak, staring wide-eyed at him.
She shook her head. “You almost believed him. I saw it. You almost believed I’d cheat on you. How could you think that of me?”
“Because I’ve seen it before. With Trina and my mother. I put their faults on you. And I shouldn’t have.”
But Kira shook her head. “I don’t care.”
“What would you have me do? I believe you.” He took hold of her face, gripping her cheeks so her eyes could look nowhere else but his. “I believe you.”
“No,” she whimpered. “It’s not enough.”
Maxim clenched his teeth, staring down at her as she hung her head, trying to clear her face.
What would be suitable to gain her forgiveness?
How did he go about earning her affection after screwing up so much?
If he had just believed her from the moment they began their marriage, things would have been so much different.
Pride chewed at him, but it didn’t stop him.
Maxim kneeled, gripping her hips as he now stared up at her.
Her eyes widened, and she stiffened, unable to move as she watched him.
“You have me on my knees, Moroz–Kira. Kira. Not because of your name, but because of you and everything you are. I was a fool to not trust you. But I am blinded no longer. You are my wife, and from this moment on, it is you and me.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, feeling them flex against his cheek. “I am yours, Kira.”
Kira had never had a man like Maxim kneel before her. She was undeserving, and yet, the power it filled her with was addictive. She had control. She had him in the palm of her hand.
Exactly what Papa wanted.
It happened naturally, and Kira didn’t know what it meant. Was it because she was a Morozov? Was it in her blood to manipulate without even realizing it?
And now that she had power over him, what could she make him do?
But nothing was springing to mind with him staring up at her, desperate for approval.
She flicked her gaze down to his lips, and it thrilled her.
More than anything else, she wanted to taste him.
Kira bent over, brushing her lips over his, but she was scared.
She didn’t want to be denied again, and she leaned above him, waiting because though she had power, she didn’t want it.
She wanted him to take control, to own her, to enjoy her.
Maxim didn’t hesitate. He smashed his lips against hers as he stood, lifting her up to keep her aligned with his mouth.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping tight to his broad shoulders.
He propped one large hand under her ass, clenching her as the other dove into her hair, twisting her head to the side so he could slip his tongue into her mouth deep, nearly cutting off their air supply.
Feeling her tongue against him surged the adrenaline, and his heart pounded, and his cock pulsed.
He knew she felt it when she moaned into him.
They broke and panted against each other’s mouths.
She met his gaze, hazy and nearly blind with desire.
She didn’t know what to do next, how to get him to understand that she needed him to cure this terrible ache inside her.
She feared telling him she was a virgin would still be met with disbelief.
Kira wanted him more than she wanted to breathe and couldn’t risk this being stopped for any reason.
Maxim kissed her again. After so many weeks apart from her, he had no control. Her desire was sinking into him, making him rash and hasty like a pubescent boy.
He propped Kira on the piano as he devoured her neck and bustline, kissing the tops of her heaving breasts.
Her hands were chaotic over him, seeking skin.
He pulled his hands off her if only to rip at his shirt, tugging the buttons harshly, caring little if they broke off.
As soon as his skin was exposed, her lips were on him, kissing his clavicle and traveling down his pectorals.
He pulled her away, however. This wasn’t about him.
He didn’t want any attention. She deserved to be worshiped, and that was precisely what he planned to do.
He lowered to his knees again, his eyes on her, observing the way she panted, how her cheeks reddened, and how she tried to tighten her knees together, but he wasn’t having it.
He slid his hands up her ankles, slowly, noticing the way her breathing increased as he tentatively pushed at her knees, pulling them apart while guiding her dress up.
The idea of being able to see her pussy for the first time was the only thing that broke his concentration.
Maxim pulled her ass closer to the edge of the piano. He kissed her knees, inching the dress up even higher.
“Maxim,” she whimpered.
Her legs parted just slightly with every gentle kiss, and soon the dress was up high enough to reveal her panties.
He hooked one finger aside to expose her shaved vagina, her clit, and her tight lips.
He groaned at the sight and then dived in.
His tongue stretched out, eager for a taste.
From bottom to top, he licked, and Kira gasped and bucked against him, her legs inching apart so he could get in deeper and deeper, which was precisely what he did.
He pulled her lips open to get access to her clit and attacked, devouring her like it was his last meal.
Kira’s hands fell back to catch her as she panted and moaned.
The pleasure pulsed in every inch of her limbs, and she could hardly breathe.
A hand moved to the back of his head, holding him in place as she flexed her hips.
She propped her feet up to the edge of the piano, letting her knees fall open, exposing her more than she’s ever experienced.
It was freeing to be so daring, to be desired and wanted not for any other reason. Maxim was hers, and she was his.
Minutes were all it took for her to feel the orgasm rise. Her mouth fell open and she clogged her throat to keep her moans from escaping in case the servants heard. Her body trembled with release, and even in the aftermath, he tried to lick at her clit, but she folded, too sensitive to let him.
Maxim was kissing her cheek and neck, admiring how she panted. She was the most beautiful woman, and to think he’s missed out on weeks of seeing her in such a state made him resent himself.
Kira slowly regained the strength to open her eyes.
He was gliding his fingers up and down her back, and it felt warm and welcoming.
But Maxim wasn’t about to let her rest. She heard the zipper of his pants, and when she opened her eyes, he was standing at her feet with his massive cock in his hand.
With his other hand, he gripped her ankle and yanked her back into position, where her ass was on the edge of the piano and her pussy, wet and bare before, clenched.
He leaned over her, his tip pressing against her lips as he kissed her, drowned in everything she was. “Are you ready?”
Kira could only nod as she gripped his shoulders.
“I’ll go slow.”
It was an acknowledgment that he now believed she was a virgin.
It made her eyes water. Validation from him was a gift.
And as he continued to kiss her and suck on her tits, Kira wrapped her legs around him, gently pushing him closer, wanting him in her more than she wanted to breathe.
He filled her bit by bit, knowing his girth alone would hurt most women, but a virgin wasn’t something he was prepared for.
He cursed at the tightness, having hoped eating her out would have loosened her up, but he was in uncharted territories.
He had never had sex with a virgin before.
“You want me to stop?” He panted against her collarbone.
“No.”
“Kira, I–” He clenched his teeth. The words ‘I love you’ were on his lips, but it was so minimal to what he was feeling.
He’d rather show her. He flexed his hips, diving an inch deeper.
He could hear her gasp, and he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure.
Leaning up on his hands, he watched her face as he rocked his hips.
In moments, the knit of her brow transformed.
Her moans escaped her mouth despite how hard she tried to keep quiet.
Maxim fell in love with the way pleasure appeared on her face.
He spat on the tips of his fingers and reached between them, rubbing her clit.
The way she only got louder told him to go faster.
He stopped thrusting into her, if only to focus on driving the most pleasure out of her.
She clenched him harshly as she came, her whole body arching.
There was something about fucking Kira Morozov on her family’s piano that brought a level of confidence he could not have gotten otherwise.
This was what had been missing. Kira was now not only his in marriage, but she was his in soul.
Everything that came between them was erased.
He was going to heal her and put her first, the way her family never did.
He would deserve her in every way possible.
Maxim gripped the back of her head, kissed her with his tongue, and came hard inside her, groaning and flinching with every wave.
Kira’s head fell back as he collapsed on top of her.
His breath was heavy on her neck. She ran her fingers on his back as she stared up at the ceiling.
A smile was on her lips, and nothing was going to take it away.
This was the life of a daughter to the Morozov family.
And for once, she wasn’t ashamed of her name.
Father will be proud.