“Come. Let’s get you dressed.” Goosebumps prickle across her skin when I murmur into her ear. “Then I can end my day with an ultimate trifecta. I can say I fucked my fiancée, my wife, and the mother of my children all in one day while only bedding one woman.”
Zariah’s elbow lands into my rib, not appreciating my wit. Many men in my industry have wives, girlfriends, and baby mommies, but she has no cause for concern. I have everything I need right here. I just can’t help but tease her. A little bit of teasing will have her so desperate for me, she’ll bring out the little rebel I pretend to hate but secretly love. She’ll fight me to dominate her, to claim her as no other man has, and I’ll be more than happy to meet her contest with an equal amount of content.
Alas, until our four hundred guests watch us wed, our game is in intermission.
I guess that just gives me more incentive to get our show on the road.
* * *
I was right. We barely make it halfway through the reception when Zariah’s urges get the better of her. She’s always been hungry for my cum, but her needs have grown as exceptionally as her stomach the past six months. It’s lucky I have the stamina to keep up with her. After sucking my cock precisely how she’s been taught, I fuck her hard and fast on the steel bench our wedding cake was prepared on. Five tiers will be knocked down to three since my need to burrow my cock deep inside her has things getting a little rowdy.
Unlike the day we made love on my office table, I take her hard and fast. I leave absolutely nothing on the table. I don’t have time to cherish every inch of her like I usually would, but this will tide her over for a few more hours, then I’ll fuck her how she deserves. I’ll have her screaming my name so loud all of Moscow will hear it.
Now, though, she needs to be quiet before the staff I kicked out of the room with nothing but a growl return, panicked she’s in labor. I don’t know why I ever thought she was a mouse. There’s nothing quiet or meek about her when she’s being thoroughly claimed.
Her cunt strangles my cock more when I seal my lips over hers. I kiss her more slowly than my cock pumps into her. I convey how much I love that she now has my last name, and that she’s going to be the mother of my children with my tongue instead of words. I’ll never be a man who openly expresses himself, but right here, right now, it doesn’t matter. My unspoken words are louder than any I could speak.
Hearing my vows with actions instead of words, Zariah’s body tightens all over. Her head thrusts back as her cunt ripples around me. She sucks at me greedily, begging for my spawn to coat the walls of her pussy as thoroughly as it slid down her throat earlier. I let her pleas push me over the edge.
With a growl, I sink into her until I’m balls deep. As a tingle races up my sack, the veins in my cock pump frantically, acting as if I didn’t achieve release only twenty minutes ago. I stay hilted inside of her until every drop of my cum is spilled.
“Trakhni menya,Zariah. You will kill me one day.”
After pulling my still throbbing cock out of her, I aid her to a half-seated position. She’s lucky our son doesn’t take up much room, saving her from doing theturtle stuck on his backwobble you’d expect a woman in her sixth month of pregnancy to do.
I clean her up with one of the many tea towels lying around the kitchen before tucking my cock back into my pants and assisting her to her feet. The tulle princess-inspired dress Roderick created falls into place, covering the catastrophe no amount of mopping can fix. I got a little eager in my quest to bed my wife that I shredded her panties off her body. Mercifully, even in her four-inch heels, her dress swishes across the ground when she walks, meaning there’ll be fewer men to take down tonight. I’m not willing to say no one will be killed. I could never be accused of being rational, especially when it comes to Zariah.
As we walk into the ballroom that’s been transformed into a wedding venue, I catch Nikolai’s impish glint. He knows why we disappeared the past hour, as he too fell victim to the cause when he wed hisAhrenthe month before I left Vegas. What can I say? We Russian men know how to look after our women.
After jerking my chin up to Nikolai’s request for a private word, I press my lips to the shell of Zariah’s ear. Fuck she smells good. Innocent, sweet, and wholeheartedly mine. “Go save my mother from your father before the champagne has her thinking he’s handsome.”
With a giggle, she nods before spinning around to face me. The sappy sentiment in her eyes should raise my hackles. It doesn’t. Not in the slightest. She weakens me, but in a good way. I’m more ruthless now than I was before she returned to my life, because nothing will stop me from protecting her. I failed Dominique. I’ll never make the same mistake again.
“Go.” I nudge my head to my mother for the second time. “Because if you whisper the words I see in your eyes, I’ll be forced to kill every man in this room just to keep my reputation.”
Her lips rise against mine when she presses them together. Her kiss is as innocent as the little girl I watched sleep every night when we were kids, but as wicked as the gleam her eyes hold every time she busts me watching her sleep now.
“I love you, Asher Yury,” she murmurs over my lips in a breathless moan before pulling back, pivoting, and hightailing it to the other side of the room, stealing my chance to reply that she can’t love something she owns. She does own me. Every piece of me is hers.
Before I punch myself in the dick for how soft I’m becoming, Nikolai arrives at my side, stealing my gamble. His flick to my nuts is barely a fairy tap, but enough he doesn’t miss the response my body gets from Zariah continuing her ruse of loving a man with a heart as black as mine.
“Finally got some little blue pills, did we?” Nikolai smirks against the rim of his whiskey glass before downing the generous serving in one hit. “Heard they’ve had quite the advancement in hair implants the past few years as well. You should look into it.”
If it were any other man but him riling me up about my supposed limp dick and balding head, his intestines would be hanging out of his gut by now. But, since it is him, a man I respect as much as I admire, I take his comment on the chin—for the most part.
Some of the whiskey halfway to Nikolai’s gut returns to his mouth when I sock him in the stomach. My hit isn’t hard enough to stop him from fucking his wife tonight as efficiently as he’s been eye-fucking her all day, but it’s enough his wheezy breaths are the equivalent of liquid gold to my ears.
Nikolai coughs a few more times before devoting his attention back to me. I shouldn’t love the murderous gleam in his eyes, but I do. “I drag my wife and kids to your fucking icebox country to watch you wed, bearing gifts, and what do I get for it? Attitude.”
I smirk. . .until the entirety of his reply smacks into me. “You brought me gifts?”
When Nikolai nods, I stare at him.Who the fuck is this man standing next to me, and where the fuck did the ruthless, coldhearted bastard I used to know go?
He signals for his men to shadow Justine’s every move before gesturing for me to follow him. I do, forever curious.
My curiosity picks up the further we travel. In silence, we walk past the rooms that were once out of bounds to anyone outside of my father’s medical team and weave past the offices where decisions worth millions upon millions of dollars are made before arriving at a long, dark corridor I haven’t walked since I beat Vaughn to within an inch of his life.
I’ve dished out more punishments than I can count the past six months, but with all my energy needed to keep up with Zariah’s insatiable appetite, I’ve left the task of serving my sentences to my men.
