Chapter 21
Aurora~
Viktor knew that I was lying, but he was choosing not to call me out on it.
Besides, what would be the point? Just like he was never going to divulge any family secrets, I wasn’t about to share anything Marchetti with him, and that was never going to change.
Even if I fell madly in love with him tomorrow, that still didn’t earn him an invitation into all that my family did.
“What I got is a wife who has no regard for her safety, but who I also can’t keep my hands off of,” he replied seriously, and I hated how he could set my skin on fire so easily.
“Is that all you think about when you look at me?” I asked, my voice deeper than it’d been just a second ago.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I can scarcely think of anything else.”
“Your bed must have a lot of miles on it if all you think about is sex,” I joked, unbeknownst to me that my new husband lacked a sense of humor.
“Apart from blood relatives and the staff, no woman has ever been to my house, much less slept in my bed,” he said, his voice taking on a hard edge.
“Second, I don’t think about sex all the time.
I think about sex whenever I see you. I think about sex whenever I hear you.
You are what makes me think about sex, and if I’m thinking about sex when you’re not near, then I’m thinking about how I need to get home, so that I can bury myself inside you.
” Viktor stepped closer until I had no choice but to brace myself against the edge of the desk.
“You did this to me. Every-fucking-thing about you has turned me into someone that I don’t recognize, and I don’t like it. ”
“Then divorce me,” I dared, staring up into those blue eyes that I was beginning to memorize as if they were my own.
“Never,” he hissed down at me as he placed his hands on the desk, each one on either side of me. “I will never divorce you, and if you think that I’ll ever allow you to divorce me, then you’re sorely mistaken, zhena.”
Fishing, I said, “Until you get bored of me or someone else catches your eye.”
“There is only you,” he said, and I hated how that’s what I’d wanted to hear.
“There is only you, and there will only ever be you. Even if you tried to slit my throat in my sleep, there’d still only be you.
I don’t care what it takes to keep you, I’ll do it.
In fact, this entire city should fear just what I’m willing to do for you, and that’s only after one week of marriage, Aurora. ”
Knowing that we’re both headed down a very dangerous path, I said, “And what are you willing to do for me right now?”
“Whatever you need me to do, baby,” he answered, and it was so hard not to believe him when he was like this; when he was looking down at me like I was his everything.
“Well, maybe it’s what I can do for you,” I amended.
“Meaning?”
Very slowly, I reached out, then slid my right hand over the zipper of Viktor’s jeans, and when he let out a low hiss, I knew that we were going to christen this dirty office, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about the people on the other side of this room, or that I’d never done this before.
Up until now, sex with Viktor had been limited to the privacy of his bedroom or bathroom, and while that was all good and well, I was no longer a virgin and no longer wanted to be regarded as one.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Christening my new office,” I answered as I cupped his hardening dick. “Is that a problem?”
With his eyes burning like two beautiful blue flames, he said, “I’ll fuck you in the middle of this goddamn club if that’s what you want.”
“Because you’d be okay with other men seeing me like that?”
“No,” he bit out. “But if it’s what I have to do to show everyone that you belong to me, I’d do it.”
“How about a compromise?” I suggested as I began unbuttoning his pants. “How about we let them hear how I belong to you?”
Instead of smiling at my light teasing, instead of answering me, instead of playing along, Viktor asked, “Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you belong to me?” he asked. “Because I have a feeling that you never really will. I have a feeling that I’m going to be chasing you for years, and you’re never going to slow down long enough for me to catch you.”
“You’ve got me now,” I pointed out as I finally slid my hand inside his boxer briefs.
“I don’t have you, I own you, and there’s a difference,” he replied darkly, but now wasn’t the time for this conversation. Even if I didn’t want his hands on me, this wasn’t the place for a conversation that wasn’t ever going to turn out favorable for either of us.
“And what is it that you own, exactly?” I whispered as the heat from his dick warmed my entire hand. “What do you own, Viktor?”
“Every single inch of your body,” he answered, his eyes hooded. “While your mind, heart, and soul may still be your own, that body of yours is mine.”
“Tell me,” I dared him. “Tell me what you’ve been dying to tell me since our first night together.”
Knowing exactly what I was talking about, he said, “Get on your knees.”
Now, while it wasn’t a complaint, since our wedding night, Viktor had done his best to make all of our sexual encounters all about me, never letting me give back.
It’d been all about my wants, my needs, my desires, and my pleasure.
He went down on me constantly, and every night, he made it a point to touch and kiss every inch of my skin.
He explored me, and he didn’t stop until I was the one to tap out.
While I was no longer a virgin, my body was still getting used to sex, and so he could still outlast me, something that might always be true.
After all, his words were easy to believe because he backed them up with how he couldn’t seem to ever get enough of me.
So, finally happy to have some power, I slid to my knees in front of him, and thank God that I’d worn pants when coming out today.
As always, I had dressed in a simple blouse, some dress slacks, and heels, and it was my signature look for when I went out in public, especially now.
If ever there was a time when I needed to be taken seriously, it was while in Korolev territory.
When my knees hit the floor, I reached out to pull Viktor’s jeans and underwear down over his hips, and as soon as he was comfortably freed, I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, and his moan had me looking up at him, and all I saw was his Adam’s Apple as his head was thrown back, and I couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t a mouth-watering sight.
Looking back down, I took in a quiet breath as I tried to remember everything that I’d ever seen in all the porn clips that I had masturbated to in the past, and I figured that I’d be good as long as I watched the teeth.
Plus, with Viktor knowing that my sexual experience was limited to only what we’d done so far, I figured that he’d take over when he needed to.
Licking my lips, I finally moved forward to take his thick length into my mouth, and when I did, Viktor’s hands immediately slid into my hair to hold on, and good thing that I’d chosen to wear it down today, though it was probably going to be a mess by the time that we were done here.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hips moving almost immediately. “Fucking Christ.”
Whether it reeked of jealousy, insecurity, or doubt, that’s what I wanted to hear as I did my best to succeed at this. This was the first time that I’d ever been on my knees for a man, and I wanted to drive Viktor crazy with my attempt to be more than the virgin that he’d met a week ago.
I also didn’t realize how hard this simple act could be.
Viktor was thick and long, and my jaw was struggling to accommodate how he was pushing his cock to the back of my throat, but I’d shoot myself before ever admitting that this might be too much.
So, instead of pulling back to catch a breath, I used my hand and mouth to cover him completely, letting my gagging noises echo throughout the room.
I also wasn’t worried about the mess that I was making.
In every porn movie that I’d ever watched, the man loved how sloppy wet his dick got underneath all the saliva that just couldn’t be controlled.
“Aurora...fuck, baby,” he groaned. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”
Now, I wasn’t sure if that was a wish or a warning, but I found myself wanting to swallow him. I was curious about how he tasted, and even though he’d made me taste our releases and my blood on our wedding night, I knew that this would be different.
So, instead of pulling off of him, I pushed my head down faster, taking him as far as I could down my throat, and his tortured moans were everything.
For the first time in our marriage, I was pleasing him, and now I understood why he was such a selfless lover.
It felt good and empowering to bring someone else to their knees, and when it was the enemy, victory tasted so much sweeter.
“Aurora, I’m going to cum,” he warned, and when Viktor finally realized that I wasn’t going to let up, he pulled at my hair, started thrusting his hips harder, and it wasn’t seconds later that he was erupting inside my mouth, the hot taste of cum hitting my tastebuds for the first time in my life, and I swallowed every drop the best that I could, determined to be the perfect slut for him.
After all, how else did you get the enemy to let down his guard?