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.
5
Zara
The elevator doors slam shut, caging me in with Nikolai. His hand’s still on my waist, his strong fingers pressing, warm and firm, sending shivers up my spine. The air’s thick with his amazing scent, making my head spin. My heart’s pounding. I press against the cold metal wall, but it’s useless. He’s too close; his massive frame, all solid muscle, towering over me. His dark eyes, locked on mine, feel like they’re stripping me naked. I’m so fucking drawn to him… all rugged jaw, full lips, dangerous and gorgeous all at once.
I hate how my nipples tighten under my bra, how my thighs press together, a slick heat building despite the panic clawing at me.
He chuckles, a low, dirty sound that vibrates through me, and steps closer, his warm chest brushing mine. I feel every hardline…pecs like steel, the thick bulge of his cock pressing into my belly through his pants…and my breath catches, struck by how hot he looks up close, his scar adding to his rugged handsomeness.
“Why are you fighting this, sweetheart?” he drawls, grabbing my chin, his calloused thumb tracing my skin. “Your pussy’s been wet for me since I saw you hiding behind that dumpster, baby. And that kiss in the courthouse…your mouth opening for me. Your body’s been begging for my dick even if your head’s denying it.” His hand slides down, cupping my ass, squeezing the soft flesh until I gasp, and the heat running through my body betrays me.
The elevator jolts, throwing me into him, and his erection grinds against me, heavy and pulsing, making my knees weak.
“You feel that?” he growls, rocking his hips into mine, his voice thick with want. “That’s all for you, wife. Been hard as hell picturing you under me, that virgin pussy taking every fucking inch of me.” His breath’s hot on my neck, and I see the veins in his corded neck, the tattoos curling out of his collar.
I’m shaking, my skin prickling with sweat, and I can’t deny the pull…his chiseled jaw, full lips, the way he looks at me like I’m his.
Nikolai’s hand strokes my ass again, and I whimper, my pussy clenching at the touch. And he smirks, leaning in, his stubble grazing my cheek.
“You’re my wife,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Gonna fuck you until you forget that fear.”
The elevator dings, its doors sliding open, and he pulls me out, his grip firm on my wrist. My sneakers squeak on the marble floor.
“Wait!” I call out, trying to step back, but he’s on me in a second, pressing me against the massive leather couch in the foyer, his weight pinning me down.
He shrugs off his jacket. Then his shirt goes next, and my breath stops, my eyes going wide with every detail of his impossibly perfect physique. His chest is a goddamn masterpiece…broad and golden, tanned skin stretched over slabs of muscle that flex with every move. Scars crisscross his pecs, jagged lines that add to his male beauty, dark hair trailing down to a ripped six-pack, every ab defined, rippling as he moves. Tattoos snake across his skin…black ink swirling over his shoulders, the designs curling down his arms like a map of his savage life. His scent fills my nostrils. It’s musky, impossibly masculine, and I can almost taste it. Like a phantom flavor on my tongue that makes my mouth water. His shoulders are wide, power packed into every line, and I feel the heat radiating off him, his sun-kissed skin begging for my touch. My body’s aching to trace his tattoos, to feel all that hardness. He’s handsome as the devil, dangerous, and it’s screwing with my head.
“Fuck, wife,” he groans, kicking off his shoes, his voice rough with need. “If you keep staring like this, I’m gonna show you exactly what happens to greedy little girls.” He shoves his pants down, and my eyes drop to his thighs…thick, golden skin over powerful muscles. Then he pulls down his black boxer briefs and his cock springs free, massive and veined, the head swollen and leaking precum, bobbing as he steps closer. And I lick my lips without thinking.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he rasps, stepping closer, his cock brushing my thigh, hot and heavy. I can only stare, shame burning my cheeks, but my pussy’s dripping at the sight and feelof him, my clit throbbing. He grabs my thighs, spreading them wide, his palms warm against my skin.
I shake myself out of my trance. “No, please!” But his grin…wild and hungry…makes my pulse race, and my body beg for his touch.
“Please what, baby? Please fuck you? Please make you come like my dirty little girl?” He tears my uniform open, buttons scattering, exposing my bra, and pulls it down, revealing my hard, aching nipples.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you,” he groans, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs rough on the pebbled peaks. “Fucking made for my mouth.”
He sucks one in hard, teeth grazing until I cry out, while his fingers pinch the other, twisting until I gasp. It’s an insane mix of pain and pleasure that makes me arch into him, panting, moaning, my hands tugging at his hair, pulling him closer.
“Yeah, fucking scream for me,” he snarls, biting my tender flesh again. “Gonna make you yell until you’re fucking hoarse.” His hand shoves my pants down, ripping my panties off, and the cold air hits my wet pussy. He spreads me with his fingers, rough and hot, groaning like he’s feral for me. “Look at this…fucking soaked. Clit begging for my tongue.”
He dives in, his face buried between my thighs, stubble deliciously scraping the sensitive skin. His tongue’s a savage swipe, insanely skilled, licking from my entrance to my clit in one dirty pass. I buck, sensation blasting through me, and he slams an arm across my hips, pinning me down with his mighty strength.
