22. Roman
22
ROMAN
ALKALINE, SLEEP TOKEN
With the biggest bunch of deep pink roses I could get my hands on, on my way home, I close the door quietly behind me.
I want to surprise Nadia.
Her show was a huge success, and even though we spent all night celebrating in the bedroom, I wanted to do something for her tonight.
As I make my way through the hall, expecting to find her relaxing on the couch, I frown when she isn’t there.
“Nadia, baby?” I call out.
“Out here, Rom.” Her sweet voice brings me peace, yet also makes my cock twitch instantly thinking about what I’ve done to her.
And what I plan to do to her after our date tonight.
I slide open the door to the patio. She has her feet up on the table and a glass of red wine. She bends forward, as she does I can see her pink thong poking out from her shorts and I hold back my groan.
Picking up the empty glass on the table, she pours it and hands it to me. As soon as she spots the flowers in my hand her face lights up and my heart almost skips a beat.
“For you, lastochka.”
Leaning down, I press my lips against hers.
“They’re so pretty,” she gushes. “They are the same color as my dress last night.” Her cheeks flush as she takes the flowers and presses them to her nose to take a long inhale.
“I’m not just a pretty face.” I wink at her.
She giggles, setting them down on the table. I pour myself a drink from the bottle and sit beside her, wrapping my arm over her shoulders and pulling her against me.
“Good day at work?” she asks, resting her head on my chest as I stroke her smooth skin.
“It was okay, the contractors have a plan for The Empire, we should be up and running soon.”
She stiffens against me.
There won't be any doubts in her mind in a few minutes.
“That's good.”
“You’re lying. Do you want to be punished?” I grab her ponytail and tip her head back so she can see how serious I am.
I press my nose against hers.
“If you want to come in the next week, don’t hide what you’re really thinking.”
“You’d really not let me come for a whole week?”
There is panic in her eyes and I chuckle.
“Yes. Seven full days. No orgasms.”
She shakes her head and bites her lip.
“So, tell me the truth.”
She tries to lower her chin but I hold my grip in her hair firm.
“The club. I still don’t want it. It brings up too many memories of my dad. I’m kinda glad it burned down. But, I also need the money to pay off the damn debts and keep my company running.”
I scrunch my brows.
“No. You don’t. You’re my wife. Money isn’t a problem for us. In fact…”
I pull out our original contract and the divorce packet from my pocket, releasing her hair. She looks at me with confusion, that damn pout of hers turning me on.
“Our original deal is meaningless now. You have half an empire, this marriage is a real marriage. I don’t want it to end. We build your company together. We do whatever the hell we want with the building, together. There is no stipulation we have to run it as it was.”
My brain trails off with what could be one of the best ideas I’ve ever had.
“What if we close it as a club and make it into a full workshop for you? We can build off a secret play area that’s just for us. Whatever we want to explore, perhaps for date nights?”
“You’d really lose a club for me?”
I nod. No question.
“I like the idea of a playroom.” I smirk at her and watch the crimson spreads up her neck. It makes me wrap my fingers around her throat and pull her lips to mine. “A place where I can steal you away, spank that perfect ass, and make you scream my name over and over? That sounds like the ideal workplace. Just for us.”
Placing the contracts on her lap, I pull away and search her eyes, filled with love.
“Tear it up,” I demand.
“You’re sure? You really don’t want the divorce?” Her voice shakes.
“Do I seem like a man who doesn’t know what he wants?” I tip my head to the side.
“No. Not at all,” she chuckles, picking up the paper.
Her dark eyes don’t leave mine as she tears right down the center of the pages, the ripping filling the air.
The end of our beginning and making way for something much better. A real marriage, no deal, no club.
Just love.
“Good girl.”
Picking up the torn papers from her lap, I look down at the fractured words. I never want to see this again in my life. Taking out the lighter from my inside pocket, I flick it and let the flame catch the corner of the first half and toss it in the fire pit beside me, repeating the process with the other half.
I turn to Nadia, who is watching me with amusement.
“Really want that gone don’t you? You must really love me.” She licks her lip and I grab her cheeks.
“You have no idea. It’s more than a want, it’s an all consuming fire within me.”
Her soft hand strokes my jaw.
“I like that.”
“Well, I love you.”
Pushing myself back, I do what I intended to do when I stepped through the door.
I sink down onto one knee and retrieve the brand new sparkling diamond ring from my jacket and open up the box for her.
A huge gem, surrounded by smaller ones, glimmers in the patio lights. The price of this is more than the whole damn club.
It’s worth it.
“Roman,” she gushes, her hands covering her mouth.
“I wanted to get you a ring that means something, bought out of love, not obligation. Something to show you how special you are to me.”
“You didn’t need to do all of this, I’m never going anywhere. I’m proud to be your wife.” She leans in closer, brushing her full lips along the shell of my ear.
“And being a good girl just for you,” she whispers.
Fuck. This woman is divine. Complete perfection. And all mine.
She holds out her hand and splays her fingers to let me push the gold band over her knuckle.
“It’s so beautiful.” Her eyes twinkle from the reflections, like stars in the night sky.
Without wasting a second, I push open her thighs. I’m already on my knees for her, I might as well make myself useful and fuck her with my tongue. Show her what a good husband she has.
“Shorts and panties, gone.”
Her lips make an “O” but she doesn’t hesitate, she lifts her hips and pulls her clothes down, spreading her legs, leaving me salivating as I look at her soaking cunt.
“Such a pretty pussy, so desperate for me, isn’t it?”
I trace a finger along the inside of her thigh, relishing the effect I have over her. A simple touch sends her crazy. Her pupils dilate, her skin flushes, her breathing becomes heavier, all from a simple stroke.
“P-please.”
“Is this what you want?” I follow my tongue behind the path of my finger.
“Sir, yes please.”
“Oh, I love it when you beg, lastochka. For that, I’ll give you what you need.”
I reward her with circles on her clit. Her little moans are fueling me.
I want to drag this out, bring her to the edge over and over on my tongue until she has no choice but to fuck my face and take what she needs.
I have all the time in the world for her pretty pussy.
“More?” I ask as her hips roll. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Sliding two fingers inside her, I get to work, sucking and licking until she’s clamping around me and gripping onto my hair hard enough for it to sting my scalp.
“Not yet, baby. I haven’t had my fill.”
Even though my dick is aching to pound into her, I push one of her knees back so it’s to her chest, meaning I can sink my fingers in deeper and curl them to hit her g-spot.
Fuck. She’s soaking my face and I’m licking up every single drop.
“I can’t hold it. Roman. Please. Let me-“”
I look up at her coming apart, barely holding herself together. Her eyes meet mine, wild and full of hunger. For me.
Twisting my finger, I suck on her clit and she bites her lips shut and squeezes her eyes closed.
“Be a good slut and come all over my face.”
Her screams fill my ears, a beautiful sound that almost has me joining her in my pants.
Licking her clean as she rides her orgasm out on my tongue, watching every second she shatters around me, I’ve never seen such a stunning sight.
I don’t let her fully come down before I replace my fingers and release my cock, lining it up with her entrance, using the backrest of the chair to hold myself over her.
She grabs onto the lapels of my suit and tugs me closer.
“Kiss me and make love to me.”
I have never done that before, and right now there is nothing else I want to do more.
So I sink in, inch by inch, kissing her softly until she’s full. Her legs wrap around my waist and she holds me in place.
“I love you, Roman Petrov. I love you so damn much.”
Taking my weight with one hand, I caress her face.
“The only thing that matters to me, now and for the rest of my life, is you. I love you, Nadia.”
Her head rolls back, and she looks at me through heavy lids. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
Jesus.
Resting more forehead against her, with slow strokes I make love to my wife.
Pure fucking heaven.
“I’m going to come so hard and fill you up, maybe even make a baby.”
Her eyes flutter open. “Shit, that’s hot. Do it.”
Her lips crash over mine, and she moans into my mouth as we both reach our peak.
“I love you,” I grit out as I spill into her.
Her body starts to shake and she breaks with me.
“I love you, too.”
She gives me a shy smile and I can’t help but kiss her.
“Again?” she asks.
“We have time for another round. But then we have somewhere to be…”
This could be interesting to say the least. But this woman is important to me and my family needs to meet the woman who changed the course of my life.
“Where?” She raises an eyebrow.
“My father’s. To meet my family.”
“That sounds… fun.”
I nod.
“We can make it fun. Then, we come home and build the life the women in your books would be jealous of.”
THE END