Chapter 3
Three
Zakhar
A dull throb in my side wakes me, reminding me I got shot last night. But it was fucking worth it. Because my wife is in my fucking arms. We signed papers by accident, got married in utter chaos while I was hiding from the Sokolov men. But none of that fucking matters. She’s mine, I’m keeping her.
I tighten my hold on her sexy, curvy body, and she sighs in her sleep, burrowing deeper into my chest. Her sweet ass pressed against me, all that softness molding to my hardness. I fucking love the feel of her. I picture her full, heavy tits; that would perfectly fill my big hands…
I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent.
Vanilla and all woman. My hand spans her waist, and I can’t help but squeeze, remembering all that gorgeous dark skin.
I want to see all of it. All of her. Spread her naked under me, have her thick thighs wrapped around my hips while I sink into her tight, wet heat…
I’ve never wanted to keep a woman. But this one?
Fuck, my wife is fierce, fucking funny; she doesn’t cower in front of me, didn’t lose her shit at the sight of blood.
And she’s so fucking hot that when I should’ve been focusing on not getting shot, all I could think about was that smart mouth wrapped around my cock, her full tits in my mouth, her sitting on my face, my dick buried balls deep in all her softness…
The Sokolov situation’s handled for now.
My men dealt with the ones who came after me last night.
Sent a fucking message they won’t forget.
Our Nevada territory’s been disputed for fucking months.
Those assholes thought last night was their big move.
They thought catching me alone meant they could take me out and claim my operations.
They were fucking wrong. But I know the threat’s still real.
But none of that matters right now. All that matters in this moment is my woman, sleeping in my bed. My fucking wife. Snuggled into me, the weight of her ass against my thigh, the soft sound of her breathing. How gorgeous she is, how fucking good she smells.
She just jumped into action and helped me even though I was some random who put her in danger. My girl is so fucking brave. Goddamn perfect.
I think about last night…how she felt against my huge-ass in that tiny photo booth, then later the way she knelt between my legs to check my bandage…
I was losing my fucking mind watching her on her knees for me, her full mouth so fucking close to my cock.
All I wanted to do was fist her pretty curls, pull my dick out, and slide down her throat.
Then she goes and falls asleep in my arms, trusting me to keep her safe…
I’m not a good man. I do things that would make her run screaming. But I’m fucking keeping what’s mine. This amazing gift fate sent me. For fucking ever.
Nadia stirs against me, her hand resting on my chest, right over my heart. Her sexy body shifts, and I have to fight the urge to roll her under me and take what’s mine right fucking now.
I watch her slowly wake up. Her long, dark lashes flutter against her soft cheeks.
She takes a slow breath before fully opening her eyes.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. And cute as fuck with her big brown eyes blinking up at me.
Her lush lips parted… For a second, she just stares like she forgot where she is.
Everything that happened. Then I can tell it all comes back.
My wife’s pretty eyes widen, and she pulls back, sitting up.
My shirt riding up her glorious thighs, the fabric stretching over her full hips.
“Morning,” I rumble.
She blinks at me, looking unsure about how to handle our situation in the light of day. Swallowing hard before letting out a hesitant, “Hi.”
For a moment, we just stay there, neither of us moving.
Then she runs a hand through her curls and starts talking. “Zak, I need to call my family and work. And… and Leah. And I have a cat at home; I need to check on him.”
I nod. “Okay, baby. Calm down.”
She takes a breath, and I already know what’s coming. “And we need to go to the pol…”
Fuck no. I move fast, grab her, pulling her under me before she can finish that sentence.
I kiss her. Deep, hard. Swallowing what she was about to add. My hand cups the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair, holding her exactly where I want her. And fuck, she tastes good. Sweet. Perfect. All Nadia. All mine.
She makes a small sound at the back of her throat, that’s part moan, part whimper, and it goes straight to my cock.
I break our kiss just long enough to look at her face. Her eyes are wide and dazed. Her lips, swollen from my mouth. Fucking beautiful.
“No police,” I growl.
“But…”
I kiss her again. Slower this time. Tasting every inch of her mouth. Learning her. My tongue slides against hers and she fucking melts into me, her soft body molding to mine. Her hands come up to my chest, feeling me while I lick, suck, and gently bite her lips, her tongue, the inside of her mouth.
When I pull back, she’s breathing hard, staring at me like she doesn’t understand what’s happening.
So I tell her. “You’re mine, Nadia. My. Wife.”
“Zak…” Her voice is shaky.
I slide a hand down her side, feeling her full curves through my shirt. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. I fucking love having her in my clothes.
I let my hand settle on her thick thigh, and she swallows hard.
I lean, bringing my mouth to her ear. “I’m not letting you go, wife. Ever.”
She shivers under me, and I feel her body respond even as her mind fights it. Fights me. Us. Her breathing picks up, and she presses closer instead of pulling away.
“Zak, I don’t know you,” she whispers, one of her small, soft hands resting on the side of my face, like she can’t resist touching me either.
“You know enough, sweetheart.” My fingers slide under the hem of the shirt, finding bare skin. Warm. Soft. Fuck.
“This is crazy.”
“Yeah.” I run a thumb along her ribcage, and her breath hitches. Her heart pounding under my palm.
“We can’t just…”
I kiss her again. Just as deep, long, wet, fucking hungry… My hand moving up to cup one perfect, full, round tit through her bra. And fuck, she feels incredible. Heavy. Soft. Her nipple hardens against my fingers.
Nadia gasps into my mouth, arching into my touch.
“You feel that?” I murmur against her lips, squeezing and kneading her flesh. “Your body knows exactly what’s happening, baby.”
“That’s not…” she tries to argue, but then I roll her nipple between my fingers and she moans instead. Loud and needy. Fucking amazing.
I pull off the shirt and unhook her lacy bra, dropping them aside, completely exposing her chest. And, fuck me, she’s gorgeous. All that brown skin, her big tits just begging for my mouth. I stare at her like a fucking starving man looking at a feast.
“Zak…”
I lower my head, take a pebbled nipple in my mouth, and suck hard. Nadia cries out, her hands coming up to fist my hair. Pulling me closer. Like she fucking needs the contact, the closeness, as much as I do.
I worship her tit with my mouth. Sucking.
Licking. Biting until she’s writhing under me.
Then I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
My tongue swirling around her tight peak, teeth grazing, my hand kneading her full flesh.
Every touch makes her gasp. Each suck, moan. Her full, round hips rolling under me.
“Please…” she whimpers.
“Please, what, wife?” I kiss my way down her body. Over her stomach. Down to the waistband of my shorts. Fuck, I love how soft she is. All curves. All woman. All fucking mine.
“I… I don’t know…”
I hook my fingers into the waistbands of the shorts and panties and look up. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, and she’s breathing hard.
“Yes, you do.”
I slowly pull down, revealing more of that fucking perfect skin. Her glorious thighs. And fuck, now she’s naked.
“Fucking hell, baby.” I spread her legs, settling between them. Staring at her pussy like it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Because it fucking is. “Look at you,” I say reverently.
She tries to close her legs, but I hold them open with my hands on her inner thighs. Spreading her wider. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her pussy is plump and wet. All for me. I run my thumb through her folds, spreading her juices, and she gasps. Her body jerking at the contact. I do it again, slower this time, watching how she opens for me. How her cream coats my thumb. I find her clit and circle.
“Oh, God…” Her head falls back against the pillow.
“No, baby.” I lean, breathing in her scent. Sweet, so fucking sweet. My girl. “Say my name.”
“Zak…”
“Louder.” I slide two thick fingers inside her tight, wet heat.
“Zak!” she cries out when I push deep.
Fuck, she’s hot. Gripping my fingers like she never wants to let go. I pump slowly, watching her face. The way her full mouth falls open. How her big eyes flutter closed…
“That’s it, wife,” I growl. “Take my fingers, baby. Get used to feeling me inside you.”
I curl my fingers inside her cunt, my thumb working her clit.
“Oh, shit… oh shit… oh shit.” She’s babbling, wide hips rocking against my hand, chasing everything I’m giving her, taking it like a good fucking girl.
“You’re so fucking good for me, sweetheart.” I lean, replacing my thumb with my tongue. Tasting her for the first time. And, fuck me, she’s delicious.
Nadia screams, pulling on my hair while I feast on her, licking through her folds, sucking her clit into my mouth, finger-fucking her sweet pussy. Fucking devouring her like a starving man.
She tastes fucking incredible. I growl into her; the vibration making her cry out. Fuck, I could spend hours between her thighs, fucking worshiping her. Making her come over and over until she can’t remember her own fucking name or where the fuck we are.
I’m rock-fucking-hard. My cock throbbing in my sweats. I might come just from the taste of my woman on my tongue, the sounds she’s making, how hard she’s pulling me against her, the sting on my scalp, the dig of her nails on my skin, her thighs clenching around my ears, her hips rolling…
“Zak… baby… I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“Come for me,” I command against her pussy, sucking hard on her clit. “Let me taste it, baby. Give it to me.”
And she fucking does. Her body goes rigid, then fucking explodes, her pussy contracting around my fingers, gushing all over my hand and face.
Her long, shapely legs trembling around my head as she rides out her orgasm, screaming my name like a madwoman.
Fucking beautiful. And I don’t stop. I keep licking, pumping my fingers, drawing every last bit of pleasure from her until she’s whimpering, shaking, trying to push my head away, but I’m fucking relentless. Merciless.
When I finally pull back, Nadia’s fucking wrecked.
Watching her fall apart in my bed might be the most perfect moment of my life.
And now she’s glistening with sweat, her chest heaving, her perfect tits rising and falling with each ragged breath, eyes glazed over, hair a wild mess around her face.
Goddamn perfect. Exactly how I want her. Well-fucked, fucking mine.
I pull my fingers out slowly. Soaked, coated in her cream. I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean while she watches with wide eyes.
I hum low in my throat, licking every drop. “Could fucking live off your taste, baby.”
She stares at me, breathing hard. I lower myself, caging her in with my massive body. Letting her feel how hard I am, how much I want her. Teasing her and myself.
“Go get ready. Then we’ll check on your shit.”
She blinks up at me, slowly coming back to herself. “Wh… what just happened?”
I smirk, kiss her forehead, then her lips. Sliding my tongue inside her delicious mouth, letting her taste herself. “You came. Hard. All over my face.”
“W…”
I force myself to roll off her and stand, adjusting my cock in my sweats because I’m fucking dying here.
“We need to go deal with your cat, sweetheart,” I say to snap her out of it.
She nods, then slowly sits up, still trembling a little.
Gloriously naked, her curls wild, lips swollen.
Looking so fuckable, it takes everything in me not to pull her back to me and finish what we started.
Bury myself deep inside her and make her mine completely.
Fill her up and fucking breed her. Soon…