Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Maksim
The thought that Enzo could have hurt Natasha – my wife – is making me feel fucking crazy. Never in my life have I felt this possessive for anyone before. But Natasha is mine now and I don’t want Enzo getting his hands on her.
I sit her onto the couch and kneel down on the ground as I kiss her. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it. Natasha and I may have started off on the wrong foot but there’s something between us. A desire to want to make this work so we’re not miserable forever.
I know I care for her. I know she’s beautiful. And now we share something in common: we both have blood on our hands.
It’s time to show my wife that she’s mine and that I want her.
I pull back from the kiss. We’re both breathing heavy like we ran a marathon. “I want to taste you,” I say darkly.
She flushes, which only makes her look more pretty. “Taste me?”
“You’re so innocent. Lean back. Let me show you.”
Slowly, Natasha settles back against the couch. I spread her legs. Even though she’s on the shorter side, she still has great legs. I haven’t been able to stop looking at them since we married.
Natasha doesn’t stop me as I push her dress up and pull her panties down.
The only sound she makes is a little sigh that makes my cock hard.
I want nothing more than to fuck her but I also don’t want to scare her.
I know this is all new for Natasha. If we’re going to make this work, I can’t risk scaring her ever again.
I slip her panties down her legs and press them to my nose. Natasha’s cheeks turn an even deeper red but there’s a lustful darkness to her eyes that speaks to how much she wants this.
“You smell so fucking good,” I growl before I grab her knees and part her legs more. I can see her entire pretty pussy on display for me. I only got to touch her between her legs once before and it wasn’t enough. I want to explore all the depths of Natasha’s body.
“Maksim?” she whispers.
“I just had to look at you, baby. You look good enough to eat.” I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the couch. The soft gasp that escapes her lips turns me on more.
Then I place my face right between her legs. The moment my tongue touches her nub, Nat lets out a cry of both pleasure and fear. She knows it feels good while this is also new for her. It makes me burrow my face deeper between her legs.
My tongue runs along her clit, flicking it. Tasting her. She’s like an earthy musk mixed with a little bit of sweetness. God, I could eat her out forever. She’s the best woman I have ever tasted. Maybe it was meant to be between us, even though neither one of us chose this marriage.
Natasha’s hips buck up to meet my face. When I raise my eyes to hers, I can see the confusion and pleasure written across her features.
“It’s ok, baby,” I murmur against her inner thigh. “Just feel. Just let go.”
She nods and settles down.
I lick all along her folds and nub. The soft moans that come out of her are beautiful. Maybe we have a chance at a good marriage after all.
My tongue probes her entrance. A strangled cry leaves her mouth. Her hands grip the blanket on the couch like it will steady her. Nat’s legs open wider as I grip her thighs tighter.
I push my tongue inside of her, needing to feel every inch of her body. Someday it will be my cock but for right now, I’m glad to use my tongue on her. I’m so fucking happy she’s letting herself go in this moment. Nothing has ever been sweeter.
Bringing my tongue back to her clit, I flick it fast. Nat’s hips become uncontrollable as she rolls them around. She loves what I’m doing to her and I love that I can make her feel this way.
I let out a growl as I hold onto her thighs and play with her sensitive nub. The cries leaving her mouth spur me on faster. I need this. She needs this. We both do.
I lock eyes with hers as I roll her clit around with my tongue. Nat lets her legs flop open as she finally lets herself go.
Her body shudders her release. A wave of pleasure washes over her face. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I kiss along her inner thigh before I finally pull back. I slip her panties back on. “There. How was that?”
“That was…” She blushes all over again, making me smirk.
“Great?”
“Perfect,” she admits.
“I’m glad.” I place my hands on either side of her waist, boxing her in. “I want this marriage to work, Nat. I know I didn’t want it at first. But neither one of us wants to be miserable forever. I’m attracted you. I like you. Let us try.”
“I want that. I really do.”
“Good.” I clear my throat. “Now, I have to go take care of something. But I’ll be back.”
“Take care of what?” Her innocence is going to be the death of me.
I nod towards my waist. “My cock is hard. I need to take care of it.”
“Oh.” The way her eyes widen only makes my cock harder. “Do you…”
“Do I…”
She can’t look me in the eyes. “I’ve never done that, you know. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Are you offering to take care of my hard cock for me?”
“Don’t say it like that,” she whispers. “It’s not romantic.”
“I’m sorry,” I say with a smile. When Nat finally looks at me again, I plant a small kiss on her lips.
“Would I love for you to wrap your hand around my cock? Yes. Would I love to feel your mouth on my cock? Absolutely. But if you’re not ready for that, I won’t push you.
I know I scared you once before. I have no desire to do it again. ”
Her eyes soften. “Thank you. That means a lot. Um…” She bites her lip and I can’t resist giving her another kiss. “But maybe I can try? I want to try.”
My cock hardens even more. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she whispers like it’s a secret between us.
“You’re cute, you know that?” I stand up and unzip my pants. Natasha looks at my waist like her life depends on it.
When I push my pants and underwear down, her eyes widen so much it’s almost funny.
“You’re a lot bigger than I thought you would be.”
“You thought I’d have a small cock?”
She flushes all over again. “No. I just meant… I don’t know what I meant.”
“It’s ok.” I push a piece of her hair back. “Touch me. I want to feel your hand around me.”
With a determined nod, Nat wraps her small hand around my cock and the sensation almost makes me come right here and now.
I haven’t had anyone touch my cock in weeks.
Not since my dad made it clear I wasn’t allowed to sleep with any other women after we made our alliance with Lev.
I’ve had to use my own hand and it’s been fine but it’s nothing like the touch of another person.
“Move your hand up and down,” I advise. “Play with the tip.” I groan when her fingers slip over the tip of my cock.
She pulls her hand back. “Was that ok?”
“Yes, baby. Just touch me.”
Natasha is a fast learner. She quickly figures out what I like based on my moans. Her fingers brush against my balls and I almost come but I hold back. I want this moment to last forever.
“Does this feel good?” she asks so innocently, rubbing my cock up and down.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, dropping my head back.
And then I feel it. Natasha’s lips touch my cock.
She brushes her lips against my tip just barely. Experimentally. I snap my eyes back to hers and she pulls away.
“Don’t,” I groan. “You can place your lips on me.” I sound more desperate than I mean to but I need this. Fuck, do I need this.
Slowly, she brings her lips back to my tip. Her fingers run along my shaft and balls while her lips just brush against the tip of my cock. I don’t thrust my hips forward. The last thing I need is for her to choke on my cock and get upset with me. Not when things are finally going well.
She sucks on the tip of my cock right as her fingers brush my balls and it’s too much.
“I’m going to come,” I pant.
She pulls back quickly. Obviously she’s not ready for me to cum on her body so I grab a tissue from the coffee table and wrap it around my cock. I come right away, shuddering my release.
Natasha watches in fascination.
I sigh once I’m done and pull my underwear and pants back up. Neither one of us says a word as I throw away the tissue.
I come back to her and there’s an awkward quiet moment between us where we don’t know what to do before Natasha holds out her hand and I take it.
We settle on the couch together. I open my arm and she snuggles against my side. It’s the first time we’ve ever done this.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Good. Really good. I was so scared of this marriage at first. Scared of you. But now… everything has changed.” She flinches. “Every time I look at the coffee table, I see… her. And I remember what I did and it still haunts me. But when I look at you, I feel a sense of calm I’ve never had before.”
“I told you before, Nat. I’m not going to hurt you. I need you to believe that.”
“I’m starting to.”
“Good.” I tighten my arms around her. “And I know that what happened with Alexandra will stay with you. But I learned how to deal with the deaths I’ve experienced and so will you. I can help you through them.”
“But I don’t want to get used to death. I don’t think that’s a good thing.”
“In our world, it is. It’s common.”
She goes silent for a long moment. So long that I think she fell asleep before I glance down at her and see a frown on her face. “My mom is dead. I know it.”
“What happened there?”
“She left one day. Tired of my dad. But she didn’t take me with her even though she promised she’d be back. But she never came back.”
“Maybe your dad didn’t kill her.”
“I know he did,” she says with certainty. “I know it. My mom would not have left me alone with him. She was going to get us both out but she never came back. I know he did it. I just can’t prove it and even if I could, it wouldn’t change anything. He’s still a powerful man. And I’m just a woman.”
“You have me,” I offer. “I can’t go against your father and risk the alliance we built. But you can trust me to take care of you. I promise I’ll stop being a fuck-up. I want you to trust me.” I’ve never wanted anything more, I realize.
“Do you really think we can make this work?”
“If we try, we can. Do you want to try?”
She doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I do.”