Chapter 4
Nikolai
My wife. The word sends an electric buzz through me as I watch Zara press herself against her door, putting as much distance between us as possible in the confined space at the back of the car.
But I felt the way she responded to our kiss at the courthouse. How her lips parted under mine, soft, hungry, and pliant. My little wife wants me too.
“Take the long way home,” I tell the driver through the partition.
Zara’s breathing quickens. “Wh… why?”
Instead of answering, I slide across the leather seat until I’m right next to her. She tries to shrink further into the door, but there’s nowhere to go. The sight of her trapped like this, all soft and curvy, makes my fat cock throb with need.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur, reaching out to stroke her face. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“You already have,” she replies fiercely.
My thumb traces the line of her throat, feeling her pulse racing under the soft skin. I shake my head. “I’m giving you my name, my protection.”
“You took my freedom.”
“Freedom is overrated.” I lean closer, breathing in her delicious scent.
My hand slides down to rest on her lush thigh. I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her pants, the way her muscles tense under my touch.
“Don’t,” she snaps between clenched teeth, eyes burning with fury.
“Don’t what?” I let my fingers trace patterns on her leg, watching emotions flash across her gorgeous face. Fear, anger, desire… “Don’t touch my wife? Don’t claim what’s mine?”
“I’m not yours.”
My fingers slide higher, and she grabs my wrist with both hands, trying to stop me. Her fingers are so small compared to mine, so delicate. “You said, I do.”
“But it’s not real. We can’t…” She’s breathing hard, her full tits rising and falling. I can see the way her nipples have hardened against the fabric of her shirt…
“We can’t what?” I ask, fucking loving the flush spreading across her dark skin.
“Consummate it,” she finally manages.
The word sends heat straight to my cock. “Is that what you’re worried about, baby?”
She nods, jaw working tightly.
I lean close enough that my lips are touching her ear. “That’s exactly what I plan to do the moment we get home.”
She makes a small, shocked sound.
“I’m a virgin!”
My hand moves higher on her thigh, and I feel her whole body shudder. “Yeah? Fucking perfect. No one else has touched what’s mine.”
“Please…”
I pull back to look at her face, taking in the tears gathering in her eyes, the way her lush lips tremble. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My fingers find the hem of her shirt, toying with the fabric. I slide a hand inside her waistband, feeling smooth skin. She’s so warm, so soft.
“You can’t force me,” she says, but her voice is shaky with more than fear.
I laugh softly. “Baby, I don’t think I’ll have to force anything.”
To prove my point, I let my fingers trail almost to the edge of her panties. Her breath hitches, and I feel her thighs part instinctively.
“Your body wants me,” I murmur against her ear. “Even if your mind is fighting it.”
She shakes her head vehemently. “That’s not true.”
“No?” I cup her, feeling the heat radiating from her juicy cunt.
She doesn’t answer, just stares at me with wide eyes.
My fingers brush the cotton of her panties, and she gasps. The fabric is already damp. My innocent little wife is wet for me, whether she wants to admit it or not.
“You’re sick,” she grits out, but there’s little conviction in her tone. Or the way her body responds to me… Her pupils are blown wide, big tits rising and falling fast, nipples hard, panties wet for her husband.
Grinning wickedly, I pull my hand out, bring my fingers to my nose, and inhale. Her eyes go wide. “You smell fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
My wife makes a strangled sound that’s half protest, half something else entirely.
I settle back in my seat but keep a possessive hand on her thigh. “Can’t fucking wait to spread you on my bed and taste you properly.”
“Stop,” she grits out.
I cock an eyebrow.
She can’t deny the evidence. I can still smell her, sweet and intoxicating.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, sweetheart.” I lean back, studying her pretty face. “You hate that you want me.”
“I don’t want you.”
I chuckle again. Fuck, haven’t had this much fun in… ever.
The car slows as we approach my building
“Welcome home, Mrs. Maksimov,” I say as the driver opens my door.
I step out and offer Zara my hand, but she ignores it. Instead, she tries to slide across the seat to the other door, but I’m faster. I grab her wrist and pull her out on my side, pressing her body against mine in the process.
“Try to run, and I’ll carry you upstairs over my shoulder with my palm burning your ass,” I murmur in her ear. “Your choice.”
She looks up at me with fire in her beautiful eyes.
“Good girl,” I say when she doesn’t fight me.
I keep my hand on her as we walk toward the elevator. My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants as I imagine what I’m going to do to my wife once I get her upstairs.
My virgin wife. Mine to corrupt, mine to claim, mine to breed.