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Nina
The madness shining in Dorian’s eyes knocked the air out of my lungs. He looked ready to cut Sonny into tiny pieces and feed them to his mother’s beloved crocodiles. I tried to soothe him, but the darkness behind his glowing irises was startling.
Not because men in my life hadn’t reacted violently over bruises before. I grew up with men whose first response was retaliation. But this felt different.
Dorian wasn’t angry in a performative, masculine way. There was no ego in it, no offended pride because another man touched something of his. He looked wounded, possessive in a way I hadn’t anticipated. He was dangerously, irrationally protective.
My pulse stumbled. I’d expected rage about the kidnapping, questions, accusations, maybe even disgust once he learned who I really was. But not this. Not Dorian Zhumagulov on his knees before me, staring at my abdomen like the dark blue color there personally offended his existence.
Traitorous warmth spread through my chest because, despite the panic clawing at me, a huge, reckless part of me adored seeing him like this. Focused entirely on me.
“Dorian.” His darkened eyes locked with mine. “Breathe.”
He gulped, glancing at me as if hypnotized, and before I could stop myself, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
For a stunned heartbeat, he stiffened beneath my hands but quickly recovered.
One arm slid around my waist so fast it stole my breath.
My knees hit the carpet, fingers tangled deeper into his dark hair, and my chest pressed against his muscles as if my entire body wanted to melt into his.
All thoughts left me, his warmth enveloping me and forcing me to focus only on him.
The kiss deepened naturally. His tongue demanded entrance into my mouth, which I eagerly granted, carrying all the dangerous affection neither of us could name. When we finally pulled apart, it wasn’t because we wanted to, but because oxygen existed.
“Jesus Christ,” Dorian exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. His muscular arms squeezed me tighter while my chest rose and fell rapidly.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do it,” I whispered, my fingernails gently traveling down his cheek.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked, his palm caressing my side, avoiding the bruises.
My teeth sank into my lower lip. Dorian’s hand shot up instantly, freeing the delicate flesh.
“Why, Nina?” he muttered, brushing his nose against mine.
“Because,” I paused, losing myself in his eyes that had the power to make me tell him my deepest secrets. “I wanted you to know who you are kissing.”
A smile ghosted his lips.
“Well, now that I know…”
His mouth collided with mine once more, stealing the last remains of my sanity.
I clung to him, my arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist when he lifted me.
A moment later, my ass slammed against the piano, and he grasped my hips, pressing my aching pussy against his bulging erection.
A moan slipped from my throat, and I tilted my head back, giving him access to my neck. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin when he licked and nibbled a sensitive spot under my ear, his one hand clutching my thigh while the other found its way to my heated core.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. I leaned onto my elbows, spreading my legs wider, craving much more than his fingers.
“Stop playing, Dorian.” I wriggled my hips impatiently, but he was too engrossed in my breasts. His warm tongue circled my hardened nipple, his hand pumping in and out of me. The knot in my lower abdomen was tightening with every push, but it just wasn’t enough to throw me over the edge.
“Taste me,” I ordered harshly, placing my bare feet on his shoulders.
His eyes sparked with excitement, and he obediently lowered to his knees.
Without having to tell him more, his mouth attacked my pulsating clit, his teeth and tongue teasing it while his hand moved relentlessly.
My breathing grew heavy, my entire body tensing before the massive explosion almost tore me apart.
“Ooh, fuck, Dorian!” I screamed, my toes curling as my body collapsed onto the piano’s glossy surface, which felt like ice against my back. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, my body jerking slightly with the last echoes of the climax as Dorian slowly licked my pussy.
“You taste divine, ma vilaine,” he purred, glancing at me with pure adoration.
My heart jolted, my chest filling with undeniable contentment. Every cell in my body buzzed with satisfaction, and a lazy smile settled on my lips.
It was more than I had ever dared to fantasize about. The man of my dreams, cleaning the remains of my orgasm on his million-dollar piano as if the world wouldn’t erupt in flames if his mafia boss brother found out about us.
Lifting myself, I opened my mouth to suggest a switch because I was dying for his dick when a ringing phone resonated through the living room. Dorian frowned, fishing the cell from his pants pocket.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, scowling at the caller ID. “It’s the hospital.”
“Now?” I groaned, but he only shrugged and answered the damn thing.
It was his colleague, Johnny or Josh—I couldn’t hear clearly—needing a quick consult with a gunshot wound patient.
I shot him an exasperated look, but tried to push the unpleasant feelings away.
Knowing who Dorian was and what he did for a living, it was childish of me to be annoyed, or maybe even jealous, of his work.
The rational part of me knew that, but the crazy, obsessed, possessive one was outraged by the interruption.
Couldn’t these idiots chat an hour later? Or tomorrow?
Seeing that Dorian had no intention of ending the call, I jumped from the piano and moved to the couch.
He sat there like the king of the world, legs spread and an arm stretched over the backrest, listening intently.
His eyes tracked me as I slowly approached, and eagerness danced in them when I straddled him.
With a seductive smile on my lips, I started to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. My fingernails gently grazed his soft, tattooed skin, tracing the lines of his defined muscles. Leaning closer, I kissed his collarbone, pulling a strained moan from him.
“Johnathan, get to the point,” he commanded harshly, his hand gripping my thigh. I smiled against his jaw, peppering it with tiny kisses on my way to his ear.
“Yes,” Dorian drawled, tilting his head. My hand traveled down his abs to his belt as I nibbled his earlobe. “You can’t do that!” he barked into the phone, gaping at my palm that was caressing his cock through his pants.
A laugh escaped me at the desperation in his voice. I didn’t care if the words were meant for his colleague or me.
“You need scans, Johnny,” he exhaled, grasping my wrist to stop my moving hand. “And call Melody.” His blazing eyes locked with mine. “I can’t…”
He trailed off because I won the battle and gripped his dick. His teeth sank into his lower lip hard to stop a moan from escaping, while the guy on the other side panicked.
“No, you can’t,” I sang into his ear. “You won’t say another woman’s name ever, Dorian.” I cupped his chin, forcing our eyes to meet. “You’re mine.”
“What?” a hushed word left him, his eyes wide.
Focusing on his smooth, delicious skin and his manly scent combined with an addictive cologne, I licked my way down his abdomen to his belt. His words broke off mid-sentence again as he tried to give instructions.
Swiftly, I removed everything in my path, freeing his thick, long cock. My palm wrapped around its base, my ears relishing Dorian’s wavering voice.
“Fuck!” he groaned when I took him deep into my mouth. “Call… Dr. Wright! I have to go!”
The phone slammed against the couch, and I released his dick with a pop. A huge, wicked grin split my face as he stared at me in disbelief.
“You’re the devil.” He shook his head, his eyes rolling back in his skull as I resumed my work. I gagged on his cock, taking him deeper with each thrust.
“Beautiful devil,” he praised breathlessly. “Oh, fuck, Nina, you’re the best.”
My name on his lips served like dynamite for my own pleasure. A shiver ran up my spine, my pussy clenching with need for him. Hastily, I released him and sat on his lap. I connected our lips in a passionate kiss, directing his cock into my body.
“Oh, God!” A guttural moan flew from my throat, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as I bounced on his dick. But Dorian grasped my hips with a bruising force, stopping me so abruptly I gasped.
“What the—”
“Dorian,” he growled, his clouded eyes piercing my soul with ferocious intensity. “You’re my wife. You scream my name, not some fucking God!”
My mouth fell open in surprise, and an unspeakable happiness enveloped me.
My wife.
He said, my wife.
Dorian lifted me slightly and thrust into me almost painfully. I cried out, unable to tear my gaze from him.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Say my name.”
“Dorian,” I moaned, my nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck, yes, Dorian!”
His lips crushed against mine in a rough, possessive kiss.
My whole body shook from the rush of feelings and an incoming orgasm.
I didn’t know what to focus on first: his hands clutching my ass and lifting me up and down his cock, his tongue and lips dominating my mouth, or the familiar pressure building in my lower abdomen that pulled everything toward a breaking point.
“Oh, my…”
My head tilted back when the bomb detonated inside me, unraveling me until every nerve felt lit alive under my skin.
Relief overwhelmed me, stars dancing before my eyes as my loud moans echoed through the space.
Dorian followed me almost instantly, his deep, delicious groans ringing in my ears while my own climax slowly faded away.
“Bloody fuck, woman,” he mumbled against my neck, wrapping his arms tightly around me. My face pressed against his chest, the erratic beats of his heart pulling a smile from me.
“Don’t die, old man,” I teased, moving just an inch higher to see into his clouded eyes.
“Old man?” He raised a challenging brow, and before I could react, I was on my stomach, hands pinned behind my back, pressed against the couch.
“Wanna repeat that, ma vilaine?”
“Not bad for a retiree.” I stuck my tongue out at him, but instantly squeaked in surprise when his large palm collided with my ass.
“Did you just spank me?” I yelled in shock, my eyes probably wide as saucers.
“Yes,” he drawled, kneading my ass cheek. “And I’ll do it again.” Slap. “And again.” Another slap. “And again, until you learn manners toward your husband.”
“You asshole!” I shouted, wriggling to slip his hold, but his fingers clamped around my wrists like iron clamps.
“Not, not right, baby.” His hand connected with my cheek once more, making me moan. I hid my face in the cushion from pure embarrassment, shocked by my reaction. I was the dominant one. I spanked, whipped, pegged, and made men beg for mercy. What the hell?
“Aren’t you a naughty one, Nina?” Dorian’s fingers teasing my pussy drew another pleasurable groan from me and successfully dispersed my thoughts. “Whether I spank you or fuck you, you’re wet like a waterfall.”
“Can’t blame… a girl for… enjoying herself,” I panted, looking over my shoulder. Dorian’s gaze was glued to my ass and pussy, his hand caressing my sore skin. “Another round?”
His eyes found mine, a sadistic smirk lifting one corner of his lips, and he plunged his cock into me so hard I saw stars.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, pain quickly melting with searing pleasure. I gasped for air with each deep thrust bringing me closer to the release.
Realizing my arms were free, I leaned onto my elbows. Over my shoulder, I glimpsed Dorian’s lustful expression and hooded eyes. He looked so hot it almost physically hurt.
“You’re so deliciously tight, ma vilaine,” he groaned, noticing my secret glances. His hand sneaked under me, cupped my chin, and turned my face to the side. “So perfect.” His nose brushed against my flushed cheek. “So… mine.”
A primal moan broke out of me with his next push, my fingernails scratching the couch. He lifted himself and entangled his hand in my hair, forcing my back to arch.
“Shit!” I yelled, my body shaking violently, and I punched the couch. “Oh, God! Fuck!”
“Nina!” Dorian pulled me up harshly. “What did I tell you?”
I couldn’t answer. My ears buzzed, and my throat was dry. I was almost there. Just a tiny bit more.
“Nina,” Dorian growled into my ear from behind, pressing my back flush against his chest, his movements stopping. “Whose name are you supposed to moan?”
His cock throbbed inside me, my thoughts scrambled. Frustration flooded my system, but a firm hand around my throat forced me to remember how to speak.
“Your name,” I exhaled, clawing at his forearm. “Dorian.”
He smiled, resuming his torturously slow movements. I sank my fingernails into his thigh, hoping to make him go faster, but nothing. He softly pecked my cheek and licked a drop of sweat from my temple.
“That’s right,” he whispered, nibbling my ear. His hand moved down my abdomen between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. A zap of electricity shot through me, making my body twitch.
“And who am I to you, Nina?” he asked, pressing against my most sensitive spot.
“W-what?” I panted.
“Who am I to you?”
My mind was blank. The overwhelming pleasure combined with him disabled all my functioning brain cells, so I burst out the only thing that popped up.
“My husband!” I screamed, gasping for air.
“Who?” he demanded, slamming into me with renewed force.
“My husband!” I repeated, every nerve in my body tightening in expectation of an incoming orgasm.
“Exactly.” He let go of my throat, enveloping his glorious arms around me like a cage. “Your. Husband!”
I shattered into a million pieces. A violent pleasure tore through me, my toes curling and body shaking with exhaustion and unbelievable satisfaction. Dorian released his load inside me and collapsed on top of me, pushing me into the couch.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned, lifting himself just enough to not crush me with his weight. I was thankful but unable to say a word or make any sound.
What on earth was that?