16. Nadia
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NADIA
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I’ve locked myself away from him for the night. Dinner was too much, it all felt… too real. Every time I look into his deep brown eyes, I get lost, yet find myself at the same time.
The idea of our future together, the fear of letting him have my heart only for him to crush it.
But, he’s the first man to really tap into the true me.
He’s opened up a part of me I’ve buried deep for so long, the part of me that felt ashamed.
Rolling over to my side, I pick up my kindle from the night stand.
I’m no further than I was the day Roman knocked and came to my house. I have no desire to finish this. Not when I know I have my own book boyfriend, or fake husband rather, on the other side of this door.
A man who would kill for me.
A man who can unlock every desire I never thought possible.
But can this man love me as fiercely?
My eyes roam over the page. Ah, yes, the MMF. My body starts to burn up as I take in the words, not from them though, from my own experience flashing back in my mind.
Remember how it felt to be under Roman’s full control.
I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts of him, I’ve skipped two pages and have to go back.
“What is wrong with me,” I groan, throwing my arm over my face.
I’m turned on, mildly terrified of my fake husband, but also am desperate for him to storm through that door, lift me into his arms and rail me so hard I can’t walk.
More than that, I want to know everything about this man. I want his heart as much as I want his massive cock.
I manage to get myself through two more chapters, they don’t have their usual effect on me. Just as I’m about to give up and call it a night there is a heavy knock on the door before it crashes open.
I sit up, pulling the blanket up to my neck and bite down on my lip as Roman strides through in his gray sweatpants and black tee.
“This is driving me crazy, lastochka.” There is almost disbelief in his words.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What is Roman?” I whisper, not trusting my own voice.
He steps to the side of the bed, towering over me. His eyes flick to the kindle.
“Knowing my wife is in here, on her own, when she should be being looked after in her husband's bed.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Fuck it. That isn’t what I want, baby. It’s you.”
He gently tips my chin up and strokes my cheek with his thumb. His eyes glisten in the low lights, they tell me everything I need to know.
This is more than business, more than sex.
This is our future. Our hearts. Our new start in life.
“You’re sure? One woman is enough for you?”
I almost want to shake my insecurities away, but they’ll never leave me and I have to know.
“You aren’t just anyone. You are my woman. My wife. You will always be enough.”
He sits down on the bed, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder and I rest my head on his chest.
He picks up the tablet and places it in my hand and my cheeks flush.
“I think the question is, is one man really enough for you?”
I giggle, and he stiffens against me.
Oh shit, he’s serious.
“That was once, never again. I only need you.” I slide my hands over his abs and cup his growing erection through his pants.
“Well, and him too.”
I look up at him and he smirks.
“Keep reading, baby, let me see what gets you going.” His deep Russian accent has me squirming in his hold, I do as he says and as I read, he strokes my bare hip.
“Is it good?”
“Hmm?” I Iick my lip, in all honesty, I’ve been more focused on his hardening crotch and the fact his hands are on me. “Pretty decent.”
He pushes my device down and I let go of it so it drops to the bed.
Letting out a squeal, he lifts me up and places me on his lap to straddle him. With my arms resting on his shoulders, our noses touching and his fingers digging, almost painfully into my ass.
“Books are there to escape reality, the one I can give you will be everything you could ever dream of. You’ve had a taste, now let me show you what it would feel like to be mine completely.”
My heart races at his words.
“I want you, lastochka. For keeps.”
I press my lips against his, the only reaction I can think of right now to show him what he means to me, and then he grips my jaw, pulling me back.
“Say you are mine. Tell me you are my wife, not for business, but for life.”
I don’t waste a second in my response.
“I’m yours, Roman. Now please make me your good little slut and bend me over until I forget who I am.”
“As you wish. But I’ll never let you forget our last name.”
He pulls back my bottom lip with his thumb. His other hand slides down my sides, sending shivers of anticipation through me.
“How wet is my wife for me?” he whispers against my mouth.
“Soaked.”
A sexy smile appears as he dips under my satin panties.
“Hmm,” he mutters as he circles my clit lightly, making me pant.
“You passed your first test, now are you ready to play?”
He sinks his fingers inside me and curls them. I tip my head back, letting out a moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes, baby.” He leans over and begins sucking on my neck.
With his fingers still deep inside of me, I’m flipped over his shoulder and he carries me out of my bedroom.
“Remember, in here, you do exactly as I say. You only come when I allow it. You follow the rules, the pleasure is yours. You don’t, you’ll be punished accordingly.”
“I understand, sir.”
I bite down on my tongue as he slaps my ass and places me down in the middle of his gigantic bed.
“I need you naked, lastochka,” he commands.
Our eyes lock and a darkness flashes across his that only turns me on more.
I quickly get to work, tearing off my cami, shorts and panties. He leans over the bed and swipes them onto the floor.
“On all fours, ass in the air, face on the mattress and arms spread.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and get into position.
Nerves wash over me as he tightens the leather strap to my left wrist. I let out a breath as he strokes his fingertip along my arm, all the way down my side and spanks my ass.
Taking my ankle in his hand, I feel the strap go on.
“Look at you, so beautiful. Completely exposed to me and mine. Are you ready to play, Mrs. Petrov?”
He proceeds with my other foot and finishes with my right wrist.
“Y-yes.”
A sharp pain radiates from my scalp as he yanks my head up by my hair.
My lips part and he places two fingers there.
“Nice and wet for me,” he tells me before sliding them into my mouth to suck.
“Hmm, good girl. I can’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock.”
I nod. Unsure whether to speak.
“Now tell me, Nadia. Do you think you’ve been good enough to be fucked tonight?”
“I think so.”
He tips his head to the side, as if contemplating my answer.