Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
WILLA
“ O h crap.” I try to sit up but can’t move. I'll be late for school is my first thought. A small opening in the curtains reveals that the sun is up. My mind is a little hazy, so it takes me a minute to realize I’m back at Vasily’s place and in his bed.
“It’s Sunday, Princess.” Hearing Vasily's deep voice clears the fog in my mind.
Everything from the past few days comes rushing back. I remember most of it vividly. Right, I must have slept deeply. “I must have crashed last night.” I have a slight headache, but as some of the night comes back to me, I do recall Vasily having me drink water when he’d put me into bed, right before he stripped me down to my panties.
“You did.” Vasily’s hold on me tightens. I can feel his warm body everywhere.
Oh God. Then I’d gone and removed the rest of my clothing. “I’m naked,” I whisper.
“That you are, Princess.” His hand, cupping my bare breast, rubs my nipple back and forth. I suck in a breath.
“I didn’t do anything embarrassing last night, did I?” I remember the motorcycle ride and the club. Then we went to his warehouse. I recall dancing with Mila, and then it gets a bit fuzzy. I'm not sure if it was real or a dream.
“You’re never embarrassing.” He kisses my neck.
“Wait! You got a tattoo?” I wiggle in his hold, trying to turn over. That memory comes flying back. There had been a man there who was touching up one of Anton’s, and then I joked about Vasily getting my name on him. Except Vasily didn’t laugh. He actually went through with my suggestion.
“I did.” Vasily loosens his hold on me so that I can move. When I roll over, my hand goes to his chest to where the bandage is.
“Is my name under there?” I brush my fingers across it.
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe you did that!” He’s insane.
“We had a deal.”
“Deal?” I ask, trying to remember as the light hits my hand. That’s when I notice the sparkle from the ring on my finger. The one that people wear rings on after they get engaged or married. It takes me a second for everything to catch up, but when it does, I’m speechless. “Vasily?”
“Hmm?” He pushes my hair back out of my face.
“What’s this?” I hold up my hand.
“Your wedding ring.” I shake my head.
“We couldn’t have.” I close my eyes as more of the night comes back, and I remember one of the men there did marry us!
“We did. Deal’s a deal, Princess. I’d get the tattoo if you married me.” He says it as though it’s no big deal.
This is when panic should probably set in, but it doesn’t. I mean, when I said I wanted to rebel a little, marriage wasn’t even a thought.
“Talk to me, Princess.” Vasily shifts, pinning me under him.
“I don’t know what to say.” This weekend has been insane when I think back over all of it.
“Are you still with me?”
“Yes.” I nod my head. “You really wanted to get married?”
“I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I promise you that.” I smile up at Vasily. No, I don’t think he does.
“We barely know each other.”
“I know what I need to. You’re pure sweetness. A sweetness I have never had, and I’m not letting you go.”
“You’re the one always saying the sweet stuff.” I wrap my arms around him.
“Only for you.” Vasily brushes his mouth with mine.
“I’m married but still a virgin.” I snort a laugh.
“I wasn’t going to have you forget our first time together.”
“But not remembering our wedding was okay?” I laugh again at his logic.
“Figured if you wanted a wedding, we could do it all over again.”
“I don’t need a wedding.” It isn’t one of the things I’ve ever dreamed about. I’m sure a lot of girls do. What I wanted was to fall in love, but Vasily and I have skipped a few steps here.
“If you ever change your mind, we always can.”
“I know, but I think for now maybe I should pull it back a bit. I think I’m good on the whole rebelling thing for the next year or so.”
“Well, shit. I had a day of debauchery planned out for us.”
“Oh really, and what were these plans?” I run my fingers down his shoulders.
“Was going to teach you to commit petty theft at a couple of local stores, then how to pick some locks.” He leans down close. “Skinny dipping.”
“You’re just full of wicked ideas.”
“You have no idea.” Vasily kisses the side of my mouth as he starts to move down my body. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me moan, my back arching off the bed. Heat swirls through me. My body knows what his mouth is capable of. “I bet I could make you come only sucking on these nipples.” His mouth moves to the other. That’s a gamble I’m never going to take because I know without a doubt I’d lose.
“Probably.” He can take my body from zero to a hundred in half a second. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. My hips jerk up, trying to rub against him.
“I love tasting you and making you come.” Vasily lays open-mouthed kisses down my body, pulling the blanket completely off of me in the process. “My wife is naked in my bed, only wearing my ring.”
I suck in a breath, my stomach quivering as the realization of being his wife really sinks in as he lays an open-mouthed kiss right on my sex.
I moan, my hips starting to rock, but Vasily’s hands slip under my ass, lifting me off the bed so he can bury his face farther between my thighs. My orgasm hits me like a nuclear explosion. I cry out his name. He keeps going, wringing out every last drop of my pleasure, like it belongs all to him.
I want to belong to him. To give him every part of me and for him to do the same.
“Vasily.” He lifts his head to lock eyes with me. I watch as he licks my orgasm from his lips. “Make me yours completely. Claim me as your wife.” His eyes flare with want and need.
“We don’t have to.” He kisses the inside of each of my thighs.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than to be yours completely, Vasily.”
He climbs up my body, losing his boxer briefs as he settles between my thighs, his cock brushing against my sex. My body jerks, my clit still sensitive.
“Willamina,” he says, staring down at me, brushing the hair out from my face. He presses the head of his cock inside me. “You have always been completely mine.” Vasily thrusts into me fully, bottoming out. I gasp at the sharp pain, and he smooths it with a kiss.
The pain is fleeting, though. My body is still buzzing from the pleasure he unleashed on me. The connection that I feel with him at this moment is deeper than anything I have ever felt before. A sense of belonging fills me.
“You want me?” Vasily asks between kisses.
“Always.” He pulls out, thrusting back in. “Yes,” I moan, gripping his shoulders. Vasily starts to move faster, thrusting in and out of me harder with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Princess.” He sounds pained, but his eyes say otherwise. My sex starts to flutter around him. “That’s it, Princess, milk my cock.” He thrusts harder, each one deliberate, hitting a secret spot inside me that feels different. “Come for me; show me you want it.”
I cry out his name as I come. This one from deep inside of me exploding outward and all around. Vasily groans my name, his body jerking over mine as he comes with me. Warmth blooms inside of me—a mix of both of our pleasures coming together.
Me taking a part of him that I never want to let go.