Chapter 24
ARTYOM
The soft knock at the door pulls me away from the spreadsheet of forecasts that is concerning me.
Organized crime has a veneer of glamour and mystique, but at the end of the day, it’s a money-making operation.
Dealing in life and death is a business like any other.
There are graphs involved. The money speaks louder than anything else, even though we dress it up in moral codes of honor and loyalty.
I shield my eyes the second I hear her step into the room. I know it’s her, just from the floral perfume and the soft sound of her footfalls.
“I’m not supposed to see you. It’s bad luck,” I call out.
“That’s cute, Art. You didn’t even propose, you’re doing work an hour before our wedding, and now you’re suddenly worried about traditions?”
There’s a slight tremor in her voice. Nina is not afraid of anything.
“Are you nervous?”
“This is the first time I’ve seen your family properly since five years ago, Art. I’m terrified. Your mother’s going to be there, and pretty much everyone you know, and I have no one except Lily and a few colleagues.”
Fuck it. I turn to face her and my heart skips a beat.
Nina is pale and soft and absolutely perfect in her wedding gown. Her dark hair is pinned up, revealing her delicate neck. The lace dress is moulded to her breasts in a heart-shaped neckline. The straps fall off her shoulders before dropping to the floor in folds that drape over her curves.
The dress was worth the burglary. Hell, it would be worth a murder to see Nina looking like an ancient goddess of fertility.
“This is such bad luck, Nenoka. But you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I pull her between my knees, my hand splayed on the small of her back.
“I need you right now,” she says quietly, those brown eyes warm and open on mine. The rush of satisfaction that those words send through me is intoxicating.
If you’d told me three weeks ago that Nina Porter would be begging me to fuck her on our wedding day, telling me that she needs me, and I would be the one hesitating because of a superstitious belief that probably isn’t even real, I’d have assumed this was an elaborate fantasy I’d crafted.
She’s wearing Babushka’s silver tiara, a family heirloom, and looking like an innocent fucking angel in her lacy dress. The ivory sets off her freckles and creamy skin.
But I can see her nerves, her lower lip ragged from biting, and the way she’s looking at me as though she needs my approval.
“Do you think the dress is okay?” Her gaze drops to where her hands are nervously smoothing over the fabric.
This woman.
“I don’t think it’s okay, Nenoka.” Her amber eyes widen, her brow crinkling in a frown, and she opens her mouth like she’s going to defend herself. “It’s not okay, because it’s magnificent. You chose perfectly.”
Her mouth drops into a relieved smile. “Even though you probably blackmailed that shop into giving it to me.”
“Not everything is that complicated.” A smile tugs up the edge of my mouth. “It was just good, old-fashioned burglary.”
“They’ll know who did—”
I chuckle. This is the best day of my life, and Nina’s worried about a bridal shop.
“They won’t say anything. Not after I paid them $100,000 to bump all of their other clients for your fitting, and then they insulted you. And my daughter.”
I sweep my thumb over her lower lip. “You need to stop being so nervous. It’s destroying this lovely makeup.”
Her lips are painted a peachy pink. With her dark freckles and her wide brown eyes, it only adds to the impression of innocent perfection.
“Now, you were saying I could help?” I trail my hand down her neck to the heart-shaped neckline of the dress, then back up.
Nina nods, her eyelids fluttering as I trail my hand over the nape of her neck, caressing one silky curl. I can feel her pulse racing, her breath hitching in her throat as I touch her.
“Please, Art. I know there are superstitions, but I don’t care right now. I want you.”
How I survived five years without this is beyond me. It’s not that I ever forgot it, or ever moved on, because every part of her is burned into me indelibly, irremovably, as permanent as the tattoos that mark my skin. But to have her in my arms… It’s everything.
I fall to my knees.
As she drags the layers of white lace carefully up around her waist, it feels precious. Today is about making up for my mistakes five years ago.
I should have tried harder. We should have gotten here sooner.
But now Nina is begging for me, her voice soft, looking down with her eyes full of a vulnerable longing that lets me know these five years ruined her just as much as they ruined me.
Nina is not the same as she was, but she’s letting me in, and that’s all that matters. Her hand twines in my hair. I can feel the metal of her engagement ring resting against my scalp.
Mine.
This woman is about to be all mine. She spreads those curvy thighs apart, and I run my mouth along each one, inhaling deeply.
My cock hardens just from the scent of her.
I can’t wait until I have a ring too, something to show her that I’m hers as much as she is mine. I trace my fingers over the place where her thigh meets her hip, then push her further apart.
The panties beneath the skirts are anything but innocent. The white lace is a scrap of fabric that only just covers her.
I trail my hand up her thigh slowly, feeling the silken warmth of her skin, then push the lace aside carefully and shove my fingers inside. She’s wet already.
“The next time I fuck you, I’ll be your husband.” I move my fingers in quick thrusts and Nina grasps my wrist. “But I like the thought of you walking down the aisle with me dripping out of you.”
My words are rough and hurried with arousal, and I haven’t even tasted her yet. I hook my thumb under the pieces of silk that just barely hold the panties together and strip them off Nina’s legs.
The moment my tongue connects with her velvet skin, she gives a sigh of relief that sends a throb straight to my cock. I run my tongue over her to taste every drop of her nectar, and it’s like my prayers have been answered. Nina’s here, ready and willing, about to walk down the aisle. For me.
I feel her relax, the tension unwinding from her, as I devour her sensitive skin. Nina opens herself up to me, lets me feel how much she needs me, arching her back, as I taste her carefully. Her sweet, silky clit is swollen against my tongue.
As much as I want to make this slow, gentle, the anticipation of what’s to come has given me a sense of urgency. I can’t go easy on her.
“Don’t cum yet, Nenoka,” I murmur, looking up at her delightfully flushed face when I feel her start to tighten around my fingers.
She might be an angel, but I want her to let go when I do. We will do this together, just before our wedding, as we break every rule in the book.
Just when her whole body starts to tremble with arousal, her back arching as she rides my face, I pull away.
Rising up, I take in the sight of her for a second. Panting, flushed and perfectly angelic, with her bare pussy exposed under her stunning dress.
If I take her just like this, I’m not going to last a second. And I know I’ll end up ripping that bridal gown to pieces so I can watch her breasts bounce. Somehow, I don’t think the bridal shop will be so amenable to our last-minute requests a second time around.
“Turn around.” My command is rough, but she follows without question, bracing herself on the desk with her elbows and pulling her ivory dress up around her waist again. Head down, ass up.
Perfection.
Her bare pussy peeks out, pink and glistening from my teasing.
Nina lets out an impatient whine that goes straight to my aching cock.
I can’t whip it out fast enough, shoving my dress pants down and fisting my shaft as I stare down at her. Obedient, submissive and all mine. Dressed up in that white dress, just for me.
I caress her ass and land a slap on her round ass cheek. The whimper sends even more blood coursing down to my cock.
“Hurry up,” Nina cries out, finally sick of my delaying.
But I can’t resist teasing her a little more.
“Are you so desperate for my cock that you can’t even stand it when my tongue isn’t filling you up for a few seconds?” I tut at her.
Nina’s ass bounces as she clenches her thighs together in arousal.
“Fuck you, Art. Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Only if you say please.”
She huffs out a sound that is half a laugh and half a cry of frustration.
“Please, fuck me, oh please, my husband to be.”
I trace my cock over her soaked pussy and nudge into her soft entrance. Just the tip, spreading her open, so she can feel my girth. But I’m not fucking her yet. I want to hear her beg.
“Again.”
“Please,” she cries out, elongating the sound and grinding her hips around me to take me inside her. Her voice goes strained as I push a little deeper, just the tip inside her now. “Yes, fuck, more. Please, Art. I need your cock so bad.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” I smirk, driving my cock inside her with one long stroke.
My teasing words turn into a moan as I feel how soaked and hot Nina is. I really got her right to the edge. Her tiny muscles are trembling around me, holding my cock so tight that I have to work to get deeper.
“Oh God, you feel good, Nenoka.”
I grab her round ass, taking a handful with each hand, and use the leverage to work myself inside her until I’m all the way in. Finally, I look down at my cock stuffed into her pussy, stretching her glistening skin wide open around me.
She gasps with need, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tight. My balls slap against her as I slam all the way out and embed myself in that tight hole again. Stretching her out. Making her mine.
I thought I would be able to keep this loving. Gentle. To not ruin her pretty make-up. To not make enough noise to attract attention in the busy household.
My cock has other ideas.
I don’t care that it’s our wedding day, Nina’s cunt demands to be fucked rough. I want to hear her whimper with need, right on that edge of pleasure and pain.
“You don’t want me to make love to you, do you, Nenoka? You want me to fuck you like a dirty whore on your wedding day. That’s why you came here. So I could make you forget that you’re about to be my wife.”
I can feel her pussy growing more soaked at my words, her hips squirming against the desk, her hand sliding between her legs.
Then a quiet whisper: “Please.”
My cock jerks at the sound of her begging, submitting to me.
I know if I looked at her face, Nina would be blushing bright red right now. Because she’s ashamed of it, but it’s the truth. She wants to be fucked like a dirty slut, like the 20-year-old who sold herself to the bratva to pay a debt.
It’s so wrong, but it’s what we are. Complicated. Messy. The kind of couple who don’t make sense on paper.
I lower myself over her, wrapping a hand around her throat as I push deeper.
Just as I expected, her pussy goes wild around me, spasming with arousal.
“Not yet,” I growl, barely able to hold back my own release as I feel her tightening like a vice while I fuck her. “God, that cunt likes it when I choke you.”
Nina lets out a whimper, and I feel it vibrate deep inside her. I can feel every shaky breath she takes against my palm, every little moan vibrating through me.
She needs to cum. But I’m not going to let her.
Not until I’m filling her up, deep and rough and hard.
I tighten my hand around her throat and slam into her.
My powerful strokes trap her between the desk and my cock, that plush ass resting against me as I fuck Nina the way she’s begging to be treated.
When I bottom out inside her, I growl my command in her ear.
“Cum, Nenoka. Give me all of it.”
She’s so wound up that it barely takes a second before she’s spasming around me with breathless little moans which set me on fire. Those muscles pulse around my cock in tight waves. I find my release with a low grunt just seconds after her.
Fuck. I needed that.
Nina sighs happily as I fill her up, the nerves and tension about our wedding fading away. I pull my cock out and watch my seed spill out of her swollen pussy.
“Better now?” I place a gentle kiss against the back of her neck.
She nods her head, a satisfied, dazed smile spreading across her face.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her over to the couch, where I pull those tiny panties back over her mound, stroking her and soothing her as she trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Soon, this girl is going to be mine. Completely.
So, being fucked like a whore is stress relief for Nina. I make a mental note of that, filing it away for future reference.