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“You can—hold me harder,” I gasped out, my pussy rippling around his cock when the tip glanced the spot that always made me come. A deep groan ripped from my lips when his hands tightened in my hair, sensations flashing like starlight down my spine until I shuddered, riding him frantically.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “That’s it, Vasya. Don’t you dare stop until you come on my cock.”
To push me even closer, his hand left my hip, thumb sliding up and down my pussy, finding every spot that made me quiver. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders when he reached my clit, struggling to catch my breath when he stroked me from all angles.
I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. My head lightened, my whole body erupted with tingling sensitivity, and when his mouth fastened to my chest, renewing his mark on my body, I came so hard that every deep spasm made my toes curl.
Damien’s breath hitched. He snapped both arms around my back as deep, growling breaths left him, in perfect sync with each violent jolt his cock made inside me.
“Fuck,” he panted, his head falling on my shoulder. “Fuck, Vasya.”
I was too wrung out to contain my smug little laugh. Damien responded by swatting my ass, but it backfired on him when my pussy tightened around his cock.
In another second, we were kissing again, hot and deep and ravenous, and when he hardened inside me again, he flipped me onto my back on the sofa and took me so hard that I screamed his name.
CHAPTER 6
DAMIEN
Because I knew we were going out that afternoon, the caveman in me wanted to fuck Vasilisa full of my cum until it trickled down her upper thigh under her pretty purple dress, but the rational man in me strangled that neanderthal desire and wore a condom.
Compromise: I’d just kill anyone who looked at her for a second too long.
That satisfied my dark desire. And fuck, the rest of me had been nothingbutsatisfied these past two weeks. No wonder Vasya had been so wrecked over my self-imposed distance; sheneededsex, craved it with the force and demand of a wolf in heat. She’d wrung me out more than once and still demanded more. I walked around with a constant smile on my face.
I’d dared to imagine how incredible our marriage would be on the emotional side, and it was a fucking honour to hold her, to be her shield and protector. But I’d never imagined we’d fuckthis much, or that it’d be so explosive, or that every time we were together Vasilisa would ask for more, harder, deeper.
I resented my job every time I had to leave her, but it couldn’t be avoided. I’d finished working on Seb Castro weeks ago; he’d been stubborn but useful. We knew the Castros were expanding into territory owned by three different families, and we were one, but not which other two. It would be nice to be less neurotic right now; I could rush sloppily through my work, return to Vasya’s side, and sink inside the divine grip of her pussy again. But I wouldn’t half-ass a job.
I was almost tempted to call off our outing, but her trips out of the house had been limited to shops five minutes from the apartment and Marshall House for Sunday dinners. I knew it was chafing, knew she was starting to feel trapped. I’d have loved to lock her in the flat where she’d be safe, but Jonathan had already shot that idea down. So had Rae and Wyn when I spoke to them last weekend. My sisters called me a crazy, controlling bastard just for thinking it.
Besides, Vasilisa loved an excuse to get dressed up and she hadn’t had one for… fuck, over a month. We’d be fine tonight. It was only a gallery, and I’d upped our security team from ten to thirty. No one would touch my wife. If they even tried, they would die.
Finally done, I closed my laptop and walked calmly into the room where my clothes still hung in the wardrobe even though they belonged beside my wife’s. I took my time strapping weapon after weapon to my body before I dressed in my best suit and strapped even more. Vasya wouldn’t be able to hug me without feeling steel or iron, but I wasn’t taking chances with her personal safety. She was mine to protect. Mine.
To that end, I slid my new cufflinks in, admiring the rubies set in each golden crown—they were subtle but the symbolismleft no doubts as to whom I belonged—and then I went in search of my girl.
I found her in our bedroom, her arms contorted in a way that brought an instant smile to my face.
“Need some help, damsel?”
She made a throaty noise, shooting me a glare in the mirror that shot a direct line of heat to my cock. “I’ve been trying to fasten this dress for five minutes! And I’m not even sure if I like it, I think the neck might be cut too deep.”
I kept the smile on my face and prowled across the room to my wife, skimming my knuckles down the bare curve of her back. “You’re beautiful in anything you wear, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can take as long as you need to find something you like. There’s no rush.”
“You still won’t tell me where we’re going?”
“I won’t,” I agreed, sliding the zip up her back and unable to resist curling a lock of hair around my finger. It was wild and natural today, proving I’d done something right lately. Seeing her hair straightened when I knew she hated it kicked me in the gut.
“I could be overdressed,” she huffed with another scowl. “I’d know what to wear if you’d tell me where we’re going.”
I dropped a kiss on the bare skin at the base of her neck, lingering to breathe her scent, to fill my lungs with her. “There’s no such thing as overdressed for a Marshall and—Sparrow!” I barked, jumping back when the huge, overexcited dog collided with my leg, leaving a great smear of slobber down my trousers.
I sighed, my mouth pressing into a flat line that made the dog instantly wag her tail in apology, her eyes huge and pleading.
“Damien,” Vasilisa said, pulling my attention back where it belonged. “You look handsome in anything you wear.” She paused as my heart swelled. “Even doggy drool.”
I deepened my scowl for effect, fighting a laugh. “You’d look good in it too, Vasya.”
