Chapter 36
A rush of adrenaline hits me as I admire Liliya’s naked body when she enters the bathroom.
Last night, I left no part of her untouched.
I tasted her like a starved man.
Doing that for the rest of my life is my newest goal.
Liliya smiles at me, a little too smug for my liking.
I take one step, grabbing her by the hips, and spin her around. Her palms hit the wall as I press into her, dragging my hand down her spine and the dip of her ass.
“You’re making a face that looks like you’re up to trouble,” I murmur into her ear.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “I was hoping you’d be my trouble.”
I draw my hand back and slap her ass.
She yelps but tilts her hips toward me, like she wants more.
“Are you going to behave while we’re in Chicago, guaio?”
She doesn’t answer, just bites into her lip.
I give her another whack.
This one stings my hand, and I can already make out my handprint on her skin. Her moan tells me she’s loving this.
I inch back and push down my shorts. My cock bobs forward, throbbing and hard as a rock. She peeks over her shoulder, eyes dropping to my cock, and presses her thighs together, rubbing them.
“Come here, Liliya,” I say, stepping away from her and stroking myself. “You want to play games and tease me? Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
She saunters toward me, being so obedient.
Such a contrast to my normal runaway bride.
She sinks to her knees in front of me and rakes her nails up my thighs. My fist clenches around my cock. The pain feels so good.
I buck my hips forward. “Deep throat me.”
Her lips part, just barely, but she pauses.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says shyly.
I stop stroking myself at her admission and stare down at my perfect wife on her knees before me. She looks up at me, vulnerable but also trusting.
“You’re joking?” I ask before realizing my response was an asshole one.
When she shakes her head, something inside me shifts.
She gave me her virginity last night.
I saw the blood with my own two eyes.
That monster inside me awakens more, burning for her.
Never did I think I’d be one of those men who got off, knowing this woman had only been and would ever be mine.
I lower my hand, brushing her cheek, then slowly cup her jaw to raise it.
“Guaio,” I say lightly.
Her eyes meet mine, a touch more confidence in them at how softly I said her nickname.
“You were made to please me, Liliya,” I tell her, my tone low. “You already know how. It’s instinct.”
Grabbing the base of my cock, I piston my hips forward.
She opens her mouth, and I guide my cock inside.
I ease into her mouth and admire the sight of her lips stretching around my cock. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
Her throat tightens as I bottom out. She gags, and I back out a few inches. As I do, I groan at the sight of my cock coated with her spit. I wipe the corner of her mouth with my thumb.
“We’ll work on that gag reflex, baby,” I say with a hint of praise.
Spit drips from her lips, trailing down her chin. I fist her hair and push myself in deeper. She adjusts herself on her knees, making herself more comfortable, settling her thighs against her ass.
My balls draw tight, pressure building as I fuck her face.
So slow, so gentle, so unlike me.
Hell, at this pace, I’m making love to her face, if I had any romance inside me.
My cock twitches in her throat as I buck my hips. Shutting my eyes, I allow my head to fall back as she sucks me.
“Add your hand,” I rasp out. “Stroke me, guaio.”
My body shakes, as if my veins were on fire, and her fingers wrap around my throbbing cock. She sucks harder, moaning around my dick, and tightens her grip around my base.
“Good girl.” I tip her chin up. “Look at you, right where you belong. On your knees for your husband. Sucking his cock. Not running off.”
I thrust deeper, harder, and she eagerly welcomes it.
The pressure in my body builds fast.
Too fucking fast.
I pull back, stopping her before I fall apart. “I’m finishing inside your pussy.” I release her hair and draw my cock from her mouth. “Up. Shower. Now.”
Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips swollen and slick as she scrambles to her feet.
As she passes me, I drag my finger down her spine, and she shivers.
She steps inside the shower, water cascading down her perfect curves and full breasts.
My wife is a vision.
Her nipples tighten, and I stroke my cock, watching her. She drags her hand down her body and then crooks her finger at me in a silent invitation. I step in, shutting the door behind us.
The shower space is small, but cramped or not, I’d fuck her in a mop bucket if I had to.
Nothing will stop me from having my wife.
My cock presses against her stomach as I back her up against the wall.
Ownership and need flare through me.
She’s mine.
My fucking wife.
I make eye contact with her. Water clings to her lashes and beads on her lips. I lean in, brushing my lips over hers and collecting the droplets before shoving my tongue inside her mouth.
Our bodies tense, pressing into each other’s as we kiss.
Fuck, how I want to wreck her.
To shove my cock inside my wife and take what’s mine.
But I don’t.
I force myself to go slow.
And it’s motherfucking torture.
My thumb strokes her cheek as my other hand tangles in her hair, curling in the wet strands.
One day, I’ll have this fistful of hair as I fuck her from behind.
My cock jerks when I think about it.
I breathe against her lips, “Last night, when I buried myself inside your pussy, it was nothing I’d experienced before.
” I trail my hand from her face down to her thighs to cup her slick heat.
“You were made for me, Liliya. While you might not have been the first bride in the contract, you were the one who was supposed to show up at the altar.”
Her sharp nails dig into my arms.
I nudge my nose against hers and then rain kisses down her jaw.
“I won’t be the perfect husband,” I whisper, my throat sore and voice hoarse. “But you’ll always come first with me. You’ll wake up with a kiss to the forehead and go to sleep with an ache in your pussy from how hard I fucked you. That’s my added fucking vow I didn’t say at the altar.”
I slip my hand behind her to grab a handful of her ass and pull her against me.
She gasps, and I catch her moan in my mouth. Her thigh lifts and wraps around me. I grind against her, my cock sliding against her folds, but I don’t give in to my desires yet.
At least not with my cock.
Her body arches as I thrust three fingers inside her, spreading her for me.
She moans against my neck as I finger-fuck her. Her heat clenches around me, and I’m close to losing my goddamn mind.
Her hips slap against the shower wall as she rides my hand.
She’s on the brink—her pussy tightening around my fingers, pulsing, and her body trembling.
I bend my knees to line up my cock with her soaked entrance. With one hard thrust, I enter her tight pussy. The longest groan of my life leaves my lungs.
I don’t move for a moment.
Just stay there—deep inside her pussy—before torturously drawing back.
A breathy moan leaves her lips as I pull all the way out.
“More,” she begs, tilting her hips forward like she’s trying to pull me back in. She kisses the corner of my mouth. “I want all of you, always.”
I crash my lips into hers and thrust back inside her.
I lift her thigh higher on my waist, slam her against the wall, and catch her hand in mine, threading our fingers and pinning them to the shower wall.
I fuck my wife good, hard, and so fucking deep.
“How does my cock feel inside you?” I whisper against her throat before biting it.
“So good,” she moans, her voice breaking as I suck on her neck. “I’ve never felt so good.”
I rotate my hips, rolling them slowly, finding her G-spot.
When I do, her body jolts forward, and I smirk.
Her moans turn into whimpers. I release her pinned hand and slide my thumb between us, circling her clit as I pound into her. Her nails claw at my shoulder as our bodies smack against each other’s.
“Yesss,” she cries out, dragging out the word as her pussy pulses around me.
“Come for me, Liliya,” I grit out. “Tighten your pussy around my cock and squeeze every drop out of me. I want to know how good my cock makes you feel.”
A moan of desperation leaves her lips, and her orgasm rips through her. Her body spasms, her legs giving out. I catch her before she collapses, flip her around, and hike her ass up.
With one hard thrust, I’m back inside my wife.
I slap her ass and run my finger down her spine, feeling her tremble beneath me. It only takes a few more deep strokes, and I lose it, groaning her name.
As I slowly release her, she drops to the shower floor and catches her breath.
I kneel beside her, slide my hand between her thighs, and gather my cum leaking from her.
I smear it over her lower stomach, rubbing it in. “I’m putting a baby inside you.”
Liliya hops on the vanity, tugging my robe tighter around her body. “So … do we have a niece or nephew?”
I stop mid-towel-drying my hair to peer at her in question.
“Did Aurora have a boy or a girl?”
I hang my towel on the hook and smooth back my wet hair.
She gasps. “You didn’t ask, did you?”
“She had a healthy baby. That’s all that matters. Andre said she was sleeping and they needed to rest.”
She throws her hands up. “Next time you talk to them, you hand me the phone to ask all the important questions.”
I open a drawer for my deodorant and swipe it on. “Andre’s the one who called. We’ll find out today.”
“Speaking of Andre, what’s his deal? Guy screams serious Mafia vibes.”
“That’s because he is Mafia. Somehow, my sister escaped one mob family, only to fall in love with the son of a Chicago mob boss. Guess it’s in our blood to be attracted to this life.” I shake my head, remembering how against it I was when I found out.
But at least with Andre, I know she’s well protected.
No one can hurt her.
“What’s the plan today?” she asks. “Besides finding out if I need to buy a pink or blue onesie.”
“We need to get you a new phone and clothes.”
I should’ve taken her off Aleksy’s phone plan the night of our marriage. He could easily track her location. Big mistake on my part.
I wait for her to argue, but she surprisingly doesn’t.
“You’ll also get a new number,” I add, knowing this part may be a problem for her.
She bites into her cheek. “Is that so I can’t call Dasha?”
“No, so Aleksy can’t track you.” I step into her space, and she parts her legs, giving me room to stand between them.
“Fair point,” she says around a long breath before lowering her voice. “Are you still not going to tell me how you knew he’d asked me to kill you?”
“Nope. Just know, in this world, talking too much gets you killed.”
“Ah, so that’s why you’re always so quiet.” She presses a light kiss to my chest. “Aleksy is going to think I’m the one who told you. They called my father a rat. He could easily say I’m just the same.”
I slide a strand of wet hair off her cheek. “No one would dare hurt you.” I run my hand along her cheek. “Do you think you could’ve killed me?”
“Do you think I could’ve killed you?”
“It’d have been fun, watching you try.” I smirk, sliding my hand beneath her robe to stroke her bare thigh.
“I could’ve done it when you were sick, you know.”
“Yet here I am, still standing.”
“That day, when Antonio came over, did he know what Aleksy had asked me to do?” She gnaws at her bottom lip.
I slowly nod, kneading her thigh with my knuckles.
“Does he want to kill me?” Her body trembles, as if Antonio is the big bad wolf, coming to destroy her.
“No,” I say around an amused lie. “He told me to keep an eye on you. We wanted to see where your loyalty was.”
I raise a hand from her robe, and she shivers as I brush my knuckle along her jawline.
She rests her hand on mine. “I chose you. I will always choose you.”
I kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” I pat her thigh, then retreat a step. “Now, get dressed. Either grab something of mine or what you wore yesterday. We’ll run all our errands and then visit Aurora and the baby.”
“That sounds wildly domestic.” She playfully elbows my stomach. “Look at us, being so husband and wife. Showering, shopping, not wanting to kill each other.”
I help her to her feet and smack her ass.
As she walks away, I notice something.
My entire body isn’t as tense as usual.
My jaw isn’t tight. My neck isn’t strained.
I feel light, and for the first time in a long fucking time, I smile.