Chapter 28
ARTYOM
The two-word e-mail reads, “Fuck off.”
“Is that any way to speak to your superior?” I shoot back.
One of my new favorite hobbies is communicating with Nina at work like this. She's been working non-stop since we got back from the honeymoon, picking up shifts like she has something to prove.
I wish I could see her, but she has banned me from going into her workplace. She says her home life and work life need to be separate.
I’m respecting her wishes, but it’s a foreign concept to me.
For the Petrovs, family and business are synonymous. For most of the Bratva, actually.
Nina’s raises the topic before bed, her expression anything but amused. “I’m serious, Art. You need to stop this.”
“What have I done now?” I sigh.
Nina takes a deep breath, like she's about to confess something. “I know you've never had a normal work life, never had to deal with annoying colleagues or gossip. But everything you're doing right now is making my life hell.”
My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
“The flowers, Art. The pay checks. The goddamn office. I’m a resident. I’m not supposed to have an office.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re—”
“No. Stop. I am a resident, Art. Not even a doctor yet. I’m just trying to get through the busiest three years of my career without fucking up majorly. But when my husband, who owns the hospital, starts to interfere in the workplace… It kinda fucks things up for me.”
It’s then that I see the tears forming in Nina’s eyes and I realize that she’s deadly serious.
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Nina.” I pull her against my chest.
She leans against me. “I know, Art. It’s just… My world is very different from yours, and sometimes you think you’re helping, but you’re not.”
“I do want to know about your world,” I tell her. “If people are being assholes at work, I want you to tell me about it.”
“What, so you can put a hit on everyone who was an asshole to me at work?”
“Only if it can be justified for business purposes as well.”
“Art!” she pushes my chest. “This is not a negotiation.”
I tilt her chin up to mine with my thumb, sweeping a line over her silky lower lip. “No? Then why does it feel like I’ve just made a great deal?”
Nina squeals with laughter as I push her onto her back, brushing my lips over her throat and inhaling deeply.
Whatever differences we have, whatever mistakes I make, we’ll always have this undeniable physical connection.
I’m never going to get over this, having her exactly where I want her. Knowing where she is, every second of every day.
Her amber eyes turn pure and molten as I trace my mouth down her torso, slowly unbuttoning her silk nightgown.
She might not like spending my money, but she has been wearing the hell out of the expensive lingerie I bought for her. I might need to restock soon, because every day we’re ruining another piece of designer silk.
Every cent is worth it.
“What do you think, Nenoka? Does this help my negotiating position?”
I bring the silk ties out from the bedside table and Nina’s eyes light up with interest.
“I don’t know if it’s a fair negotiation if I can’t move,” she pouts.
I straddle her with my knees on either side of her waist, reaching down to tweak her hardening nipples.
“You don’t seem opposed,” I note, dropping my hand under her dress to feel the trickle of moisture forming between her legs. She can’t hide the goosebumps that break over her skin when I touch her gently between her thighs, applying the lightest teasing pressure to her clit.
“There’ll be no stopping me from breeding that fertile little pussy if you’re all tied up.”
Nina’s breath quickens as I swipe a finger through her slick lips.
Since our marriage, I’ve been more and more determined to breed her. Before, it was never on my mind.
But now that I know that she’s already had my child, and I missed it, I am determined to knock her up again. She’ll be ravishing when she’s pregnant.
I take Nina’s hands roughly and loop the silk ties around the headboard, her beautiful breasts on full display, masses of creamy skin topped with pale pink nipples.
I smooth her dark hair over her shoulders, admiring the way she looks like this. Her eyes sultry yet defiant, her lips pouting, ready to be edged until she’s begging to take my cock inside her.
Fucking irresistible.
But tonight I’m taking it slow, no matter how much I’m dying to slam inside her and claim that cunt again.
I cup her face and cover her mouth with mine, starting gently at first, but I can’t hold back for long. I never can with Nina. Something about the taste and feel of her drives me mad.
I have a deep need not just to make love to Nina but to claim her, to make sure that everyone knows she’s mine. Tying her up? Making her give herself to me fully, so that I can control her every move? It satisfies that deep, primal need to possess her.
“Please, Art,” Nina gasps, trying to beg me through our kiss.
Unable to pull me closer or take my hard-on in her hand, all she can do is arch her back and grind her hips against me as I ravage her mouth. I slide my hand between her thighs to tease her pussy, fucking her with just one finger.
I growl with satisfaction as she lets out a moan and tug at her lower lip. I can taste blood in my mouth but I can’t stop, and the rougher I am, the more she gives herself to me, her hips bucking wildly around my hand.
But she’s getting too excited, and I want this to last a long time. I remove my hand from her clit and bring it to her mouth, shoving my fingers between her lips.
She lets out a whine of disappointment, her wide brown eyes pleading.
“That’s right, your needy pussy made a mess of my hand, Nenoka. Time to clean it up.” She takes my finger in her mouth like a good girl, sucking it clean, and I move down to her neck, sucking and licking at her skin until I know she’s going to be covered with hickeys.
Good. Everyone should know that she’s spoken for, satisfied and well-fucked.
Nina arches her back to press her nipple into my mouth. I take it inside, flicking my tongue over her swollen bud. She squirms happily on the bed, and I know that if I moved my hand between her legs, I’d find her trembling and more than ready to be fucked.
But I don’t want to give her the satisfaction just yet. She lets out a whine as I move to her other nipple, keeping my pace unhurried as I lick her velvety skin.
When I get to her stomach, I slow my pace, tracing my hands over the white silk that covers her curves, the narrow sweep of her waist, the gentle dip of her belly button.
“This belly’s going to swell up with my baby again, Nenoka, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Nina just pulls against her restraints and arches her hips up to me. So damn eager to take my seed in that tight cunt.
My cock throbs at the sight of her, tied to the bed, trying desperately to grind herself against my cock but unable to reach . Her back arches off the bed and she lets out a whine of frustration.
I need to fuck her right now.
The silk nightdress is still buttoned over her hips, in the way.
The row of buttons is no longer a tease but an unnecessary frustration.
I take the thin fabric in my hands and rip it apart, allowing me access to the smooth skin of Nina’s waist, her soft lower belly, and then silken skin of her thighs.
With a whimper, she parts her legs for me. I drag a finger through her slick wetness. She grinds her mound against my hand, panting with need.
“Not yet, Nina,” I whisper roughly. My cock is aching to be released, because her every response is music to my ears, but I want to make her beg for it.
I take my cock in my palm, and Nina’s eyes go wide. “Art… mmph,” she moans as I rub the tip against her clit.
Fuck, she’s feverishly hot and soaking wet.
I let out a moan myself as I explore that tight slit, dragging my cock slowly against her pussy. She rubs herself against my shaft with little gasps that set me on fire.
“So needy today, Nenoka. I think I know what you want.”
She lets out a squeal as I place a thumb on her clit, then rub it once. Twice. A third time, until her whole body is tensed and ready for release.
I rock my shaft against her again.
“But I need to hear you say it.”
Nina’s eyelids flutter with release as she looks up at me, tender and submissive and dazed with need. “Breed me, Art. I want to have more kids with you.”
“That’s fucking right.” I groan as I notch myself at her entrance, pushing her thighs back. So flexible, so receptive, even as I can feel how much her tight pussy is straining to take my girth.
“Oh God,” she gasps. I slide in inch by inch until I’m fully encased inside Nina’s pussy.
“You take it so well, baby. I know it’s big, but you were made to take this cock.”
I glance down at the place we’re connected, her pink pussy stretched obscenely wide to take me. But Nina’s face is nothing but pleasure, her lips parted in a cry and her chin tilted up to meet my gaze.
I rock inside her, not withdrawing an inch, just letting my girth stretch her further. “This cunt.” I bring my thumb to her clit. “These tits.” I slap her breasts. “This womb.” I place my hand on her lower belly.
“All of you is mine, Nenoka, and I’m going to prove it. Again, and again.”
Then I let go. Nina does too, her cunt strangling my cock as her body tenses beneath me, her nipples tight against my chest.
Her hands are already bound but I grab her wrists anyway, pinning her down for leverage as I slam inside her with one last thrust.
Panting, helpless, perfect, she looks up at me with those eyes sultry and half-lidded. I tilt her chin up and devour her plush lips, still inside her.
This woman. She’s everything.
I would do anything for Nina. But if she wants me to tone it down, I suppose I can hold back from showering her in the lavish gifts she deserves.