Let the mischief commence!
“I’ll kill him.” I pant as I tighten my forearm around her throat, dragging her into me so I can bend her over the balcony railing.
Her hands dig into it as she clings to me, her pussy clenching my cock while I thrust into her.
“Take it, tsaritsa. Take your husband’s dick. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. Look at that, every fucking inch gone inside that pretty pussy of yours.”
In the near distance, the Eiffel Tower twinkles and gleams mid-light show, but the only thing I’m interested in seeing is my wife explode around my cock.
She chose this precarious position, and that trust only makes me pump into her harder, needing to reclaim her. Over and over again.
It’s been hours and it’s still too long since I’ve felt the clutch of her cunt around me.
“You’re so fucking good for me.” Hell, it’s the only time she ever is! “Just feel me. How goddamn hard you make me. I want to fill you with my cum—”
“Please.” She whimpers. “Maxim. Dorogoy, yes.”
The endearment is my version of catnip.
My head falls back as I savor her love.
But she isn’t close yet. I have to hold off.
“I can’t believe I get to fuck you for the rest of my life.”
A sob escapes her and her head turns, fighting my hold, so that her lips can capture mine.
I fall into that kiss.
Dive into it.
Into her.
She breaks it off to gulp down air and I bite her bottom lip.
“You like me doing all the work, don’t you? So you can focus on pleasure. On getting off.” Her pussy flexes, a soft throb working its way over my length that’s a precursor to the main event. “But nobody can hear you, Victoria. Understand?”
I press my other hand to her mouth, hissing in relief when she accepts the offering and sinks her teeth into the meat of my palm.
Her bite encourages me to move faster, to pump harder. Gravity drags her down, letting her feel every inch as I fill her.
She bursts.
My palm muffles her scream.
As she freezes around me, I grace her with a similar bite on her shoulder, words lost, sense abandoned as I pin her in place so I can rut. At long last.
She falls limp in my embrace, her cunt pulsing around me as I fuck into her tight, wet heat. Even better, her limbs begin to shake again as her orgasm quivers on. I adore it when that happens. If anything, it prolongs my rut and I don’t stop, can’t stop until I’ve pumped her full of my seed.
I don’t care that she’s on birth control.
It always fills me with primal satisfaction to watch my cum saturate her pussy.
One day, there’ll be no birth control…
It’s a vow I always make to myself as I watch gravity, which was my ally moments ago, work against me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as I gently pat her pussy now, making sure to catch her clit. “So sensitive. Too sensitive. God, oh, please—”
With her muscles still twitching, I pick her up, fall back on the outdoor couch the five-star hotel so kindly if unwittingly provided as our fuck furniture, and settle her against my chest, my dick lodged inside her—the only place I ever need to be.
Her thighs spasm against my own and, with my hand on her back, I feel the shivers rushing up and down her spine as she flutters in my arms like the korovka I call her.
Victoria’s hypersensitivity to orgasms comes as more of a delight to me than to her.
There’s no faking that kind of pleasure, and it’s my mission in life to take her to that point every goddamn time I sink inside her depths.
The only tears she’s allowed to spill are the ones that fall when I fuck her past reason and logic and literally make her melt.
“Maxim,” she mewls as I gently rub her clit.
“Shh,” I rumble.
When her lips part, I sink into another kiss. Exploring every divot, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She cups my jaw, holding me captive as I steal her breath, showering her with endless caresses while I flick and tease and taste, savoring her as each of her bones turn to mush in my arms.
Her head falls against my shoulder as I delve deeper. When she sucks on my tongue, a growl escapes me and I nip her bottom lip, earning a gasp.
Gently, I press her backward, breaking the kiss as she wiggles against me, pussy muscles clamping around the base of my dick before she turns her face into my throat.
“You’re missing the light display.”
“It’s fine. I’ll watch it in an hour.” She seeks another kiss, but I just dot them over her cheekbones, her nose, her temple.
Bathing in the tenderness, she hums sleepily. “Who’ll you kill by the way?” The question is distorted by a yawn. “I meant to ask at the time but I was busy melting.”
“Misha. How the fuck he kept me from learning of your plans is beyond me.” I suck on her throat, satisfied when she arches her neck and gives me greater access.
“Don’t kill him. I need him to be sneaky so I can make stuff happen behind your back.”
“That isn’t reassuring, kroshka.” Heaving a sigh, I slide my arms around her waist. “Why are we here again?”
She rubs her forehead against my throat. “Honeymoon.”
“Lies. We could have vacationed anywhere in the States. You brought us here for a reason.”
And considering we’re missing Inessa’s graduation ceremony for this… I know she’s making mischief.
“Capital city of romance.”
“Bullshit. You forget, kotik, I know how your mind works.”
She sniffs. “I’m offended, Maxipoo.”
I growl at the asinine nickname. “Spill.”
That has her pressing down on my cock and—
“Fuck.” Cum slips from her pussy, puddling around my dick. “I didn’t mean that.”
Her laughter has me rolling my eyes. “You told me to spill…”
“Brat.”
“Your brat,” she corrects.
“Da, my brat. Now, why Paris?”
“Have you ever heard of Sarah Mulhearne?”
“The chef?”
“Ahh, so you do know of her. I thought you might.”
“Didn’t her restaurant get a second Michelin star this year?”
“It did.” She pulls back to look at me. “Every May, she hosts a cooking school in her Parisian franchise—”
“Kotik.” I groan, suddenly understanding her intentions.
This fucking obsession she has with me not having any hobbies!
“—and I signed us up for it.”
“It’s our honeymoon! You didn’t have to—”
She presses her fingers to my mouth. “Hush. It’s our honeymoon and I want to spend it together. That’s my only stipulation.
“If that’s in a kitchen while you learn something that could fulfill a part of your childhood dream, then that’ll make me happy.
“If you only learn how to prepare pryanik so that one day in the future, when I’m pregnant and craving it at four AM, we don’t have to disturb the staff, then that’ll make me even happier…
“What matters is that we’re here, together, and that Paris sizzles when it rains…”
I blink. “I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile turns coy, mischievous. That smile, I’ve learned to distrust… She presses it to my mouth, drops a kiss there, then whispers, “I know how you can start.”
“I love you, Victoria Lyanov.” I whisper the words against her lips, against that devious smile that sends equal parts fear and wonder down my spine.
Happily, she gushes, “And I love you, Maxim Vas—I mean Lyanov!”
I slap her ass just as, with a squeak, she darts off my lap and leaps into a run.
I shake my head when my recently sated dick reacts to the sight of her nudity as she streaks across the twenty-thousand-dollar-a-night suite.
There are shadows in our lives. Secrets and danger. A country to rule and a future to foster. But none of that matters right now.
Nothing.
No one.
Just her.
I get to my feet then growl, “Victoria… there’s no hiding from me, korovka…”