Chapter 18
SCORPION
I wake up in a bed that’s not mine, the scent of ripe summer berries and sex in the air. My cock is hard, a combination of morning wood and the memory of Katya’s wet pussy strangling it.
I was out of my mind last night. But then, so was she.
I’ve been wanting her since I first laid eyes on her, and I knew we’d be good together.
Still, I didn’t know we’d be fucking combustible.
She liked when I spanked her ass and her pussy.
Liked when I talked dirty. Loved my cock pounding into her.
If she weren’t a Bratva princess, she’d be perfect.
The unfortunate fact that she’s the sister of Mikhail and Dmitri Sidorov is not going to keep me from fucking her, though.
Rolling over, I reach for Katya, but my hand meets with rumpled bedding instead of a lush tit or the inviting curve of her ass. I groan with disappointment, belatedly taking in the faint strains of the shower in the bathroom.
But then it occurs to me that my wife is showering, which means she’s on the other side of the wall, naked and wet.
We might be headed for a war with the Bratva, but I’ve got more important things on my mind at the moment. Like fucking my wife.
I throw back the covers and slip into the bathroom, not bothering to knock.
Steam fills the room, along with the fruity scent of shower gel. It’s not the kind she usually uses—this one smells tropical, like pineapple. Must be something Luna stocked the shower with. I skipped it last night because the bottle was pink.
The scent is pleasant, but it’s the sight of the woman on the other side of the glass shower doors that rivets me. Her ass faces me, her long, dark hair plastered down her back as she lathers up.
“Morning, cara mia,” I say when I realize she hasn’t noticed my entrance.
She makes a high-pitched sound and whirls about.
I’d feel bad for frightening her, but it’s given me a killer view.
Damn. She has a body that would make most grown men weep like blubbering babies.
Long, toned legs and feminine curves. Her tits are the ideal handful, tipped with responsive pink nipples I can’t get enough of sucking.
And her perfect pussy.
Cazzo, I’m ready to be on my knees worshiping it. Worshiping her.
“You’re awake,” she says, sounding a little breathless.
Soap suds glide down her chest, pooling on one nipple before heading to her belly. Lucky suds.
I run a hand through my hair, wincing as pain shoots across my arm, and I remember I was grazed by a bullet and that I probably overdid it when I fucked Katya to oblivion last night.
“I need a shower,” I say.
“I’ll be out in a few.” She spins back toward the shower spray, giving me another opportunity to admire her ass.
It’s high and tight, perfectly sculpted from years of dance and yoga. The memory of those sweet curves turned red from my hand makes my dick twitch. And her response…damn. She was fucking soaked.
I open the shower door and step inside. She tosses a surprised look over her shoulder.
“We can both shower. There’s plenty of room.”
But it’s not getting clean that’s on my mind. It’s spanking that pert ass again, then gathering up all the wetness seeping out of her pussy and smearing it over her hole. Fucking her with my finger while I tongue her clit.
Her gaze slips to my cock, and I palm it, watching as her pupils flare.
“Unless you don’t want to,” I add, reading her reaction to me.
“That’s fine,” she mutters, jerking her gaze away and shuffling over to make more room.
I take a step toward her and bend down to bite her shoulder before pressing my lips to her ear. “I bet if I touched you right now, you’d be soaked, and it wouldn’t have a fucking thing to do with the shower.”
She swallows. I can feel the movement with my lips as I press them to the side of her throat.
The spray is hitting her breasts, and her nipples are tight, pink points.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything, and it should scare the fuck out of me, but right now, my cock is too hard for me to care.
I settle it between her ass cheeks, letting her feel the effect she has on me.
“Somehow, I don’t think it’s a shower you’re looking for,” she murmurs.
“My mind’s not always in the gutter, cara.”
That’s a blatant lie. It is when she’s around. All I’ve been able to think about for weeks is fucking her every way I can. But Katya doesn’t need to know that.
I pick up the pink bottle and squirt some tropical shower gel into my palm. “Let me help you.”
“I don’t need help,” she protests.
But it’s too late. I’ve already rubbed the gel into my palms, and I’m cupping her breasts now, toying with both nipples. She makes a needy sound low in her throat and arches into me.
“Isn’t it better this way, cara?”
I kiss her throat, then drag my teeth along her skin before taking another little nip.
“Enzo.”
I like the way my name sounds in her husky voice, so I reward her by rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, then giving them a solid tug before gently squeezing her breasts as I soap her up.
“Yes, baby?”
“I already washed myself.”
“I think you missed a spot.” I drag my sudsy hand down over her belly to cup her mound. “You didn’t touch this pussy, did you?”
I stroke her clit with my thumb, and she gasps, hips jumping into my touch.
“Because if you did, I’m going to have to show you who it belongs to,” I add, swirling my thumb over her.
She moans and rolls her hips, dropping her head back to my shoulder.
I like the easy way she’s surrendering. I wasn’t sure what version of her I’d get by morning light.
But it’s a good sign that she’s melting into my touch.
She wants this every bit as much as I do.
We may not have wanted to marry each other, but here is where we can find common ground.
I glide my dick through her slippery cheeks, playing with her pussy and sucking on her throat while she moans.
Ruthlessly, I strum harder over her clit, letting the water take the suds down the drain.
My cock finds her asshole, and I have to suck in a breath and rein myself in.
She’s not ready for that yet, but I want to fuck her everywhere, to claim her in every possible way.
“You didn’t answer me,” I remind her, lifting my mouth from her throat to look down at her beautiful body on display, water making every curve glisten.
“I…washed myself…there,” she gasps out, bending forward as I stimulate a particularly sensitive place.
I give her a quick spank on her clit. “You shouldn’t have done that, cara. Now I’m going to have to show you that this pussy is mine, and you can only touch it when I say you can.”
“We’ve been over this…”
I give her pussy another quick spank, and she gasps again. “No talking back, or I’ll get you on your knees and fill your smart mouth with my cock.”
Then I stroke her again, in the same place as before, intensifying the pressure, replacing my thumb with my fingers so I can swirl over her faster. She makes a choked sound of helpless need that has my dick leaking as I thrust lightly between her cheeks.
Holding her against me so she doesn’t lose her footing and slip, I squeeze a nipple with one hand and work her clit with the other, my cock surging against her ass.
“This is my pussy, cara mia,” I murmur against her ear, loving how hot and wet she is, how quickly I’ve gotten her to the edge.
The spray of the shower surrounds us, heat and steam filling the air along with her breathy little moans.
“Tell me, were you playing with yourself in the shower? Did you make yourself come?”
My fingers still as I await her answer, my cock throbbing against her tight hole.
“Yes,” she admits, her voice so quiet, I almost don’t hear it.
I spank her again. “That’s for making yourself come without me. Only your husband can touch you. Only your husband can make you come. You have to ask me if you want to finger yourself in the shower. Do you understand?”
“Oh fuck,” she mutters, grinding herself against my hand as she seeks another release.
“Say it.” I stop again, splaying my hand over her. “Say you understand.”
I wish I had a bottle of lube right now, but this isn’t my house, so ass play will have to wait for another time.
“I…understand.” She’s out of breath.
Fuck, I love edging her. I could do this all day long and to hell with everything and everyone else.
“Beg me to let you come.”
“Please.”
“Please what, cara?” I spread her lips and look down at her engorged clit. “Look at how badly you want me. Look at how beautiful and needy you are.”
She doesn’t do what I ask, so I bite her earlobe to get her attention. “Do it now. Look at this gorgeous cunt.”
Finally, she gives in, looking down at the obscene way I have her on display. She likes it. I feel her go slack in my arms, another breathy moan slipping from her lips.
“Please let me come,” she says.
I finish, my fingers flying over her until she’s stiffening and crying out, doubling over as the pleasure rushes through her.
I take advantage of the position to guide her all the way down, until her palms are flat on the floor of the shower.
Fuck, having a woman who’s so flexible is an incredible turn-on.
Then I notch my aching cock against her pussy and thrust inside.
We both groan at the feel of it. She squeezes my cock, surrounding me in her heat and wetness.
Gripping her hips, I start to fuck her, ignoring the twinges of pain in my arm with every thrust. Fuck yes.
Her cunt is perfection, wrapping around me like a velvet glove.
I’m so far gone that when she tightens on me and shouts my name into the tiles, I lose control.
One fast, hard pump, and I’m coming inside her, filling her up.