Chapter 6Damir
6
Damir
T he elevator ride to my penthouse is silent. Elena stands beside me, her body rigid with tension. The wedding reception had been a success. My associates are convinced of our union, and the federal agents are watching from a distance. Now comes the real test of living together.
I unlock the door and hold it open for her. She steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the space. Huge windows showcase the city skyline. The penthouse is minimalist, with clean lines, neutral colors, and expensive furniture. It’s a space designed to impress, not to comfort. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say, moving toward the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
Elena nods, following me. “Please.”
I select a bottle of vodka, Stolichnaya, imported directly from Russia. The good stuff, not the watered-down version Americans drink. I pour two glasses, neat, and slide one across the marble countertop toward her.
Elena eyes the glass warily, her fingers hovering over the crystal before finally wrapping around it. She needs this. She takes a slow sip, wincing slightly as the warmth burns down her throat.
“Tell me about the loser who put you in this position,” I say abruptly. “Casey Harris.”
She seems briefly surprised I know his name but doesn’t ask how. “I was with him for two years,” she mutters. “Casey. Med school dropout. As you said, a loser.”
I watch her, keeping my expression neutral despite the surge of anger I experience at the mention of the man who hurt her.
“He stole everything, which was my inheritance from my mother and left me with nothing.”
I take a measured sip of my vodka, savoring the burn. “And now you want your money back.”
“Not just the money.” Her eyes harden, a darkness passing over her face that I recognize all too well. “I want revenge.”
The word hangs between us, heavy and poisonous. I understand revenge. It’s been my constant companion for years now.
“I seek revenge from someone too,” I say, surprising myself with the confession. “It’s not about money.”
She doesn’t press for details, which I appreciate. Instead, her gaze drops to my mouth, lingering there for a moment too long. I notice. Of course, I notice. I’ve been watching her every move since she walked into my life.
I set down my glass and lean back, watching her like a predator waiting for prey to make the first move. “You know, I saw you before we officially met.”
Her eyebrows lift. “What do you mean?”
“At the hospital. Three weeks ago.” I take another sip of vodka. “You were taking care of Anton and didn’t see me.”
“You were watching me?” Her voice rises slightly.
“I noticed you,” I correct. “There’s a difference.”
Elena shifts in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with this revelation. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I’ve wanted you since that moment.” The words are more straightforward than I intended. The vodka has loosened my tongue, perhaps, or maybe it’s the way she looks tonight, still in her wedding dress, with her hair falling around her shoulders.
She laughs, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “No, you haven’t.”
“You think I’m lying?”
“I think you’re confusing convenience with desire.” She takes another sip, longer this time. “You needed a wife. I was available and desperate.”
I study the defiance in her eyes, and the slight flush on her cheeks from the alcohol. “If that’s what you believe, prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“That you don’t feel this too.” I gesture between us. “Kiss me. If you feel nothing, I’ll never mention it again.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” I drain my glass, setting it down with a decisive click. “One kiss to settle the matter.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“No,” I agree. “You don’t.”
She stares at me, conflict evident in her expression. I remain still, waiting. The tension between us thickens, electric and dangerous.
“I won’t touch you unless you ask,” I say, my voice low and deliberate, “But if you want to know the truth, come here and kiss me.”
Her breath stills for a tick. She hesitates, just for a second. Then, slowly, she stands and crosses the space between us. My muscles tense in anticipation. She stops directly in front of me, our gazes locked, then presses her lips to mine.
The contact is tentative at first, a mere brush of skin to skin, but it’s enough to shatter my restraint. I remain motionless for exactly three seconds before I move my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
She tastes like vodka and something sweeter. I explore her mouth with my tongue, claiming her with a hunger I’ve been suppressing since I first saw her. To my surprise, she matches my intensity, gripping my shoulders.
When we break apart, her pupils are dilated, and her breathing is rapid. “That doesn’t prove anything,” she whispers, but the tremor in her voice betrays her.
“Liar,” I murmur, tracing my thumb across her lower lip.
She shivers at my touch. “This is a mistake.”
“Probably.” I don’t move, keeping my promise not to touch her unless she asks. “What do you want, Elena?”
Her gaze searches mine, probably looking for deception or manipulation. She won’t find it. With her, I’m more honest than I’ve been in years.
“I want...” She swallows hard. “I want you to touch me.”
A thrill runs through me. I keep my gaze on hers as I reach up, sliding one strap of her dress off her shoulder. She tenses but doesn’t stop me. I repeat the action with the other side, and the silky fabric falls away, revealing beige lingerie beneath. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the lace barely containing them.
My cock strains against my pants, desperate to be free. I ignore it, forcing myself to go slowly. This isn’t about just me. It’s also about her.
I trace my fingers along the edge of her bra, watching her reaction. She inhales sharply, her nipples visibly hardening through the thin fabric. I slide my hand around to her back, unhooking the clasp. The garment loosens, and I pull it away, exposing her fully.
Her breasts are perfect. Full and round, and her pink nipples beg to be touched. I cup one in my palm, teasing the sensitive flesh. She gasps, arching into my touch as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Do you like that?” I whisper.
“Yes.” Her voice is strained.
I lean forward, replacing my hand with my mouth. She moans as I suck gently, running my tongue over her skin. Her nipple hardens even more under my ministrations, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I’m painfully aroused now, but I ignore my own needs, focusing only on her. It beats through my mind in a hypnotic tattoo that this woman is my wife.
My wife.
Only six months, but still my wife.
Mine.
Elena moans when I rake my teeth around the sides of her taut bud, arching her back more frantically. I give her other breast equal attention, reveling in every gasp and shudder. Each sound she makes drives me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.
I need to taste her. All of her.
I stand abruptly, lifting her by the waist. She lets out a startled cry as I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the mattress before removing the chemise. She’s in just beige lace panties, and her pussy is hot and throbbing, dribbling moisture that makes the silk panel translucent. I trace the plump contour of her lips, noting she has a neatly trimmed dark bush that matches her hair.
She shudders at my touch, whimpering softly. “Please...”
“Tell me what you want,” I demand, sliding my finger under the wet fabric.
“I... I can’t.” She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.
“You can.” I hook my fingers under the elastic, pulling the panties down her legs. I toss them aside, leaving her completely naked.
My cock twitches again, aching for release, but I hold back, wanting to savor every moment of this. I run my hands up her thighs, spreading her legs open. Her pussy glistens in the dim light, swollen and pink. I dip my head, inhaling her sweet scent.
And then, I press my mouth to her folds.
She cries out as I lick her slit, tasting her honeyed juices. They coat my tongue, making me groan with desire. I explore her thoroughly, finding every spot that makes her moan and writhe beneath me. When I flick her clit with my tongue, she bucks, nearly coming off the bed.
“Oh, my...” The guttural reaction makes me balls ache, and I press the palm of my hand to my cock as a way to control my reaction.
“I want your pleasure. Every bit of it. It all belongs to me.” In the moment, I sound like a man possessed, but she’s deeply enough enmeshed in desire that she doesn’t seem frightened. Maybe she doesn’t even notice.
I use my fingers to spread her wider, licking and sucking until she’s writhing uncontrollably. She grinds her hips against my face, seeking release. I lap at her hungrily, feeling her body tense as she nears climax. I slip two fingers inside her, curving them upward to stroke her inner walls.
She cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as she comes undone. Her orgasm ripples through her, flooding my mouth with fresh juices. I drink them greedily, prolonging her ecstasy as long as possible. Only when she collapses back onto the bed do I finally relent, withdrawing my fingers and sitting up.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gazing down at her. That was nice, but like a snack. It only whets my appetite for more of her. I stand and start shedding my clothes as she watches, at first too drained to do anything. Slowly, she sits up, her hair falling over her shoulder like she’s about to pose for some sultry painting.
“Would you like some help?” She’s staring at my belt as she asks that.
I lift my hands aloft. “Of course, darling .”
She stands, crossing the short distance between us. With deft movements, she unbuckles my belt, unfastens my pants, and pulls them down my legs. My cock springs free, thick and erect. She pauses, eyeing it warily.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” She licks her lips but still looks a little daunted. “It’s almost embarrassing to admit this as a doctor and a woman, but I’ve never seen such a large cock before.”
I laugh. “I’m sure you always say that.”
She gives me an earnest look as she wraps her hands around my beefy shaft. Her thumb and finger barely touch. “You know that’s not true.”
She starts stroking me slowly, exploring my length and girth. A drop of precum forms on the tip, and she rubs it over the head with her thumb. I groan, resisting the urge to thrust into her grip.
“Does that feel good?” she asks, sounding genuinely curious.
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Very much so.”
She continues stroking me, increasing her pace. I close my eyes, giving myself over to sensation as she drops to her knees in front of me. Before I realize what’s happening, her warm mouth envelops the tip of my cock.
I grunt, fighting the urge to shove myself deeper. She swirls her tongue around the head, teasing me mercilessly. It’s clear she’s struggling to fit my cock in her mouth, so she’s licking me enthusiastically while loosening her jaw. My breath hisses between my teeth when she slides the first couple of inches through her lips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, tangling my fingers in her hair.
She takes me deeper, bobbing her head back and forth. I let her set the pace, enjoying the sensations of her soft lips gliding along my shaft. She sucks harder, using her hand to stroke the base of my cock in time with her mouth. She chokes, and I start to pull back, but she holds me immobile, refusing to relinquish her prize.
“ Solnishko moya ...” I whisper, tightening my grip on her hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
She ignores me, continuing to work my cock with her mouth and hand. My balls tighten, signaling my impending release. With a growl, I yank her head back, forcing her to release me. She looks up at me, confusion written across her face.
“Why did you stop me?” she demands.
“Because I want to be inside you when I come.” I grab her arm, hauling her to her feet as I sit down without looking behind me, landing on the bed. I press my knees together. “Warm my cock.”
Her eyes widen, but she complies, straddling me. She lowers herself onto my erection with agonizing slowness, taking every inch of me deep inside her. I grit my teeth, trying desperately to stave off my orgasm as her tight pussy grips my cock. She’s struggling to take all of me, but she persists. I help by reaching between us to gently stroke her clit, keeping her relaxed.
When she’s finally seated fully on top of me, we both pause, breathing heavily. I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her steady as I begin moving my hips. She whimpers softly, clinging to my shoulders as I fuck her from below. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Is your cock warm yet?” she asks with visible effort and a slight chuckle. “I’m not sure what that means.”
I smile against her skin. “It just means I want you to sit on me for a moment, savoring this sensation before we build on it.”
“Ahh.” She nods, rocking her hips slightly. “In that case, yes, it’s very warm.”
“Good.” I kiss her neck, trailing my lips up to her earlobe. Her pulse quickens beneath my tongue, sending another surge of blood rushing to my groin. Her pussy clenches around me, making me groan. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.” She moans as I nibble her earlobe. “Please.”
I reach up, cupping her breasts in my palms. I squeeze them gently, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She arches into my touch, grinding her pelvis against mine. I continue playing with her tits, alternating between gentle caresses and rough kneading.
Finally, I can’t hold back any longer and start thrusting slowly. She gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders as I increase my tempo. Soon, we’re fucking furiously, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy of lust. Sweat beads on my forehead, dripping down my cheeks. Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss, tongues entwining as we devour each other. I grip her ass, pulling her closer while I pound into her.
We break apart, panting heavily. I stare into her eyes, seeing nothing but pure desire reflected there. She wants this. Needs it, and so do I.
With a roar, I flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. She cries out, bucking wildly beneath me. I drive into her relentlessly, pounding her pussy hard enough to make the bed shake. She screams, thrashing beneath me as she reaches climax. Her muscles spasm around my cock, milking me dry. I erupt inside her, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine. The idea of taking her any way but raw like this is unthinkable.
My roar of triumph echoes through the room as I collapse on top of her, spent. We lie there for several minutes, catching our breath. Finally, I roll off her, lying beside her on the mattress, our bodies still fused. She faces me, smiling shyly.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face. “You are amazing.” I’m fucking obsessed with her. My cock is already hardening again, and I haven’t even pulled out of her. For a minute, it flashes through my mind that she’s more dangerous than anything or anyone else in my life, even Nikolai, because she undermines my determination and slips under my walls.
I should pull away from her and reestablish some distance. Instead, I grasp her wrists above her head again and turn her onto her back once more, already fucking her even as my cock returns to full hardness. She gives a startled yelp but doesn’t protest. Her body softens, and her expression is as welcoming as her pussy. For now, she’s my real wife. There’s nothing fake about the desire between us.