Chapter Nine #2
“Nope.”
“Exactly. It’s about the position. If I relax even more,” he uttered, sitting back a bit. “It almost looks like you’re taller.”
“True,” I agreed, nodding.
“So, it’s not just possible, it’s normal,” he stated, his hands still holding my waist as he sat up, his chest so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his body.
I blinked. His gaze remained on my face.
His eyes dropped lower when I instinctively bit my lower lip, not sure of what to do with all the heat in his gaze.
So I moved to get off his lap.
But his grip held my hips down.
“Indulge me,” he uttered, his voice just above a whisper.
Fuck. How does one say no again?
I let out a breath. His eyes locked on mine seemed to pin down the most reasonable of my thoughts, leaving me with the feeling of his muscled body beneath me and his strong hands holding me with a kind of possession I’d never experienced before.
“What…”
He silenced me with an ardent kiss that left no holding back. His hands slid up my sides as our tongues fought for domination.
When he broke the kiss, my confusion must have been clear on my face because he dropped another wet kiss on my lips before saying, “You’re still sore.”
Oh, that?
“Yeah, well it doesn’t…” I started with rapid breaths before he interrupted me with another quick kiss.
“Hm-mm,” he negated, shaking his head side-to-side. “We can always compromise.”
I didn’t know exactly what he was insinuating, nor was I willing to accept what he said without a protest. But his hands landing on my breasts rendered me unable to speak.
Then his lips captured mine again, and I didn’t want to speak anymore as he caressed my breasts through the fabric of his shirt.
When he broke the kiss again, his hands worked on unbuttoning the shirt while his eyes met mine.
“We both want the same thing,” he expressed. “Your pleasure.”
He parted the front of the shirt, and I automatically let out my hands from the sleeves, making it fall to the floor behind me. I heaved a sigh as his palms rubbed my breasts, pressing slightly on my already-sensitive nipples.
“Between these rosy buds and those sexy lips of yours, I don’t know which I love the most,” he divulged, rolling my nipples with his fingers as he swallowed my low moans in a hungry kiss.
“Put your arms around me,” he instructed as his lips moved to my neck.
I brought my hands around his neck, and his left hand trailed lower until his fingers were in my panties.
“Is it just me, or you’re wet already?” he asked, his voice dangerously low as he rubbed my core.
Before I could ask him not to tease me, his other hand reached behind me to undo my bun, making my hair cascade down my upper body.
I sucked in a breath, and my back arched as two fingers entered my pussy. My hand locked behind his neck was the only thing keeping me from buckling over to the floor.
His mouth captured my nipple, and he sucked and nibbled, accelerating my race to orgasm. Then he moved to the other nipple, his fingers moving even faster.
“Yes…yes…yes…” I moaned, my eyes unable to focus as my whole body quivered on his lap.
“Come for me,” he urged. “I can’t wait to taste you all over my fingers.”
That did it.
My back arched even higher as my knees weakened and my whole body quaked. Pleasure washed over me as a galaxy of stars exploded inside me.
He didn’t stop moving his fingers and, just like that, the race to another bubble of ecstasy began. His eyes were locked on mine as he moved even faster, the orbs darkening with something that looked like desire.
“Oh…yeah…I…fuck…” I babbled as a second orgasm washed over me.
When he pulled his wet fingers out, his eyes remained on me as he licked them clean, making me want that mouth all over me.
He leaned back and pulled me into him, my panting melding with the movement of his hard chest. He brought his arms around my naked back, holding me close in a way that made me feel strange.
We remained like that for a few more minutes: the silence wrapping around us like a blanket or sated lust, with the television sounds a distant murmur in our minds.
Until I sat up, making him move his hands to my waist.
“Your turn,” I said, my hands cupping his length through his black joggers.
“Isabella,” he called, his low voice betraying the effect my touch had on him. “You don’t have to.”
“You called it a compromise. It works both ways.”
He held my wrists, stopping me from moving my hands.
“Giving you pleasure has also given me satisfaction,” he informed. “For now.”
“Besides, I’d rather you owed me. I can ask for it anytime later. Only if you can take it?”
“Have it your way, then,” I answered, rolling my eyes.
“I love it when you do that. I find it sexy as hell.”
I had nothing to say to that. A situation that was probably made worse due to the fact that I only had panties on.
As if he read my mind, he released my hand and took his white T-shirt off, bringing it over my head. I put my hands through and pulled it down.
“I look good on you,” he whispered, pulling me into him again.
Why do I feel all warm?!
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I hummed in delight as I changed into my black silk nightgown.
I had just had a refreshing early night bath, having had dinner.
What was there not to be happy about? We hadn't even been married for a week, and my plan was already progressing well. I already had a list of two names that often repeated in calls that brought about Mikhail raking his hands through his hair in anger. I was sure there were people who wouldn’t think much of lending me a hand for the right price.
Also, I now knew about one of the secret routes his men sometimes went through whenever their alliance with the police went sideways.
All this information and more was neatly scribbled in the hardback journal I kept hidden from his view.
I gathered my moist hair and rolled it into a bun as I looked at my reflection.
The fading hickey on the skin of my neck flooded me with memories that made me pause my humming.
Memories of him lying on his side behind me while he powered into me like a starved beast. Memories of him grabbing my breasts like they were special treasures.
Memories of him dropping a lingering kiss to my forehead like I was his prized possession, while I pretended to be asleep as he left for work.
I need to get it together.
And that, right there, was the problem I feared.
The hot, living attraction between Mikhail and me.
I could no longer lie to myself that he was the only one attracted to my body, and I was just playing my wife role well.
I knew for a fact that I was attracted to Mikhail. Every night with him was fire.
I won’t let that stop me.
Men and women get attracted to each other every day in the world; it wasn’t that big of a deal.
He’ll pay for taking Giovanni from me.
That much was sure. A determined smile crossed my face as I moved away from the dresser, picking up my phone. I tapped the screen to check the time.
10:48 pm.
It was late already, but I couldn’t bring myself to go to bed just yet. It had nothing to do with Mikhail.
I’ll see a movie.
So I resumed humming Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams as I stepped out of the room. I was a few feet away from Mikhail’s home office door when I saw the light spilling onto the dimly lit hallway. Still humming, I took one more step. Then I saw it.
His office door was open. It made me wonder how I missed that all day.
Opportunities just keep calling my name.
I went over to the door, my hum turning into actual lyrics. Just as I stepped into the room, I threw my hand over my mouth. Mikhail was there. And he was on a call, I could see that even though he had his back to me. And I had just sung my way into his office, totally uninvited.
He turned around to face me at the same moment I spat, “Sorry.”
Steel-rimmed glasses sat atop his nose, giving him a sexy but worn-out professor look. His blue shirt had the first two buttons undone, revealing a white vest beneath, and the tattoos disappearing into his rolled-up sleeves made my hands itch to touch him. I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t.
“Isabella,” he uttered, holding his phone to his chest. “Come in.”
I nodded and swallowed, unable to speak as he turned around again to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, resuming his call.
Recovering from my stunned state, I went further into the wide room, my hands sweeping the edge of the dark wood desk to my right.
“Sorry you had to have dinner alone.”
I half rolled my eyes, not expecting anything like that.
“What’s there to be sorry about. I eat alone most of the time.”
“But you didn’t make dinner to eat alone,” he pointed out, coming towards the desk with the glasses now in his hand. “Why are you standing? Sit down.”
“Sorry, I disturbed your call. I wasn’t aware that you were back,” I apologized, not quite knowing why, as I sat on one of the two chairs facing the desk.
“You didn’t disturb anything,” he dismissed, leaning against the desk, partially facing me.
“I was held up in one too many meetings at the warehouse. I didn’t realize until today, when I thought to text you, that I didn’t have my wife’s phone number.
And I couldn’t send any of my men to let you know I’d be late, seeing as they can’t get in.
Only Yuri and my brothers have access. Yuri is out of town. ”
“Oh.”
That was when he saw my phone in my hand.
“Unlock it,” he demanded, gesturing towards it. “We might forget again.”
I did as he said and handed the phone to him. He thumbed in a number, and his phone was vibrating in the same minute. Then he gave me back my phone.
I placed it on my lap and looked back up to find his gaze on me.
“I missed you. More than I would have thought,” he revealed, taking my hand in his.
Didn’t I feel the same?