Chapter 9
Viktor~
As soon as Aurora lowered the gun, I reached out, grabbed her by the throat, then yanked her towards me, slamming my lips down on hers like one more second without touching her would have killed me.
When I heard the gun drop on the floor, I didn’t care about it possibly going off.
All I cared about was how my wife was kissing me back, and the relief was enough to almost drop me to my knees.
Then, when she reached up to grab my shirt in her hands, it was all I could do not to consume her completely.
She believed me.
Even though she still had no proof of my innocence, Aurora was choosing to believe me, and that was a generosity that I would never be able to repay.
Of course, knowing her the way that I did, this could simply be a ruse to infiltrate the enemy to get her revenge, but it was a chance that I was willing to take.
I was literally willing to risk my life to have this woman, and if that wasn’t a sign that I was already in love with this crazy menace, then I didn’t know what was.
Pulling back from the kiss, I reached down to rip her blouse off her body, and I hadn’t been prepared for the way that seeing the bandages on her arm and waist would affect me.
Aurora was standing before me, her tits presented to me in the prettiest yellow bra ever, but my eyes only cared about the two flesh-colored bandages that were covering her wounds.
I also knew that both injuries were going to leave a scar, and Aurora was the type of woman to reject cosmetic surgery just to make me suffer, which I’d gladly do if it meant that I was able to keep her with me forever.
Plus, truth be told, I didn’t deserve the grace of her covering up the scars.
Not that I’d ever forget, but the sight of them would always be a reminder to not take my wife for granted.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she dipped her head to look up at me.
I dropped my forehead against hers. “I just need a second.”
“Why?”
Instead of answering her with the brutal truth, I took her face in my hands, then kissed her again, this time slow and purposeful.
As much as I wanted to bend her over to fuck her hard enough to make up for these past couple of weeks, I had to remember that she’d just been shot and stabbed, and I’d have to be an asshole of the highest order to not care about that.
“Because I don’t want to hurt you,” I answered candidly. “Because you were shot and-”
“I’m fine,” she lied, cutting me off. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“The two bandages on your arm and waist say otherwise,” I replied pointedly.
“Viktor, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t one-hundred percent okay,” she said. “Do you really think that my family would have let me come here alone if I wasn’t?”
“Why did they let you come here alone?” I asked, her unguarded freedom something that was unheard of in our lives.
Sidestepping that question, she asked, “Do you really want to talk about my family right now?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want?”
“You...I only want you,” I answered truthfully. “You’re all I’m ever going to want.”
“Well, I’m here,” she said.
“Yeah, but for how long?” I asked seriously. “How long before I turn around, and you’re gone again. How long before you’ve gotten your revenge and no longer need me?”
Aurora’s head jerked back in surprise a bit. “Is that what you think this is?”
“I don’t know,” I quickly replied. “Right now, all I know is that letting you walk out that door again is not an option for me. I will never let another night pass without you in our bed, never mind weeks.”
In true Marchetti fashion, she said, “Then you better do everything that you can to make sure that’s where I want to be.”
Very aware of her injuries, I reached down, then grabbed my wife by her hips, lifting her until she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist, then I walked us over to my desk, sitting her down on a bunch of shit that I didn’t care about at the moment.
As soon as I had her where I wanted her, I removed her shirt completely, doing my best to ignore the bandages.
Then, reaching down, I removed those deadly heels of hers, already knowing what she could do with them.
Once those were off, I reached for her pants, and with Aurora’s help, I pulled them down over her legs until they were discarded alongside the rest of her clothing.
Left in only her bra and panties, there was only one thing left to do.
Make up for three fucking weeks.
I leaned down, then placed a kiss on her left shoulder. “I don’t know how I made it these past couple of weeks without you. I also don’t know how I’m going to ever let you out of my sight again.”
“I’m not some fragile rose petal,” she replied softly, but she couldn’t be more wrong.
Lifting my head from kissing her soft skin, I said, “You say that like I didn’t watch a video of you fighting for your life a million times.”
“Which proves my point.”
“It only proves that I need to do a better job of taking care of you,” I countered before my lips found her sweet skin again, my wife dropping her head back to give me more access to her neck. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
As soon as Aurora did what I’d instructed, I stepped in between her thighs, my dick already hard as a rock. Luckily for me, as soon as I pressed up against her, she pushed her hips back, needing to feel me just as badly as I needed to feel her.
“Viktor...” she mewled, and it was enough to steal my breath. I never thought that I’d ever hear her say my name like that again, and now that she’d had, it was fucking everything to me.
“Tell me that you missed me, baby,” I ordered. “Even if it’s a fucking lie, just say it.”
“Viktor, I don’t lie,” she said softly.
I lifted my head to look at her, and once I had her attention, I said, “I watched you get shot and stabbed, so I need you to just lie for me this one time, baby.”
Aurora reached up, grabbed my chin, then said, “I missed you, Viktor,”
Now, while she sounded sincere, her dark gaze gave nothing away, and vulnerability was not a feeling that I was familiar with, and I definitely did not like it.
It was clear as day that Aurora had the upper hand here, and while I had suspected it early on in our marriage, it was now a fact, and she probably didn’t even care.
Aurora Marchetti was confident enough not to need validation about any-damn-thing, and while sexy as hell, it was also a very dangerous thing to be true.
So, sticking with something that we both knew was certain, I said, “Tell me that you want me.”
Without missing a beat, she let go of my chin as she said, “I want you.”
Straightening, I reached behind her, then unclasped her bra, and when those magnificent tits of her spilled out, I let out a low hiss, the sight of them enough to distract me from everything else. The way that they hung heavily, her nipples already hard and waiting for me, for my touch, my kisses.
“Perfection like yours shouldn’t exist,” I said seriously, weakened in a way that I hadn’t ever imagined was possible.
I didn’t say anything more as I reached for her panties, then watched as Aurora laid back across my desk to help me finally get her naked.
The second that her panties dropped from my hand, I had her legs spread wide open for me, and when I covered her with my body, she let out a low moan, welcoming me, and I’d never felt so grateful before in my life.
Taking one nipple into my mouth, my right hand slid between our bodies, and my fingers immediately found her sweet wetness, making it too easy to slide right on in.
Even Aurora’s moans couldn’t drown out how wet she was, and maybe my wife really had missed me after all.
Even if this was the only thing that we were getting right, I’d take it.
Like a beggar, I was willing to take whatever scraps that she was willing to give me, clearly the beginning of my downfall.
Yet, I was still here.
“Oh, God...” she moaned softly, arching her back as my mouth and fingers worked her body.
“You say my name,” I demanded as I pushed two fingers deep inside her. “It’ll always be me making your body sing, baby. Only me.”
“Viktor...” she whimpered, complying, catering to me like a mother satisfying her spoiled child.
I moved to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention, and I honestly couldn’t tell you how long I spent just sucking on her tits and finger fucking her. I felt like a soldier coming back from war, knowing that he’d never get enough.
“I’ll never be without you again,” I told her as I straightened, looking down at where my fingers were stretching her open. “Never again.”
Her dark eyes looked up at me, and I’d hand over my entire empire if she would just tell me what she was feeling.
I wanted to know if I was still just a business deal, or if I was something more.
Of course, I already knew the answer to that question, and I also knew that the answer was never going to change.
After all, greatness never showed their weaknesses.