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She might think that what we had is over now, but she’s wrong.
It’s only beginning, and I’ve never wanted her more than I do at this moment.
I stride through the back door of the cabin, letting it swing shut behind me as I head purposefully towards the hall that leads to my bedroom. I feel Caterina stiffen in my arms, her head tilting back as she looks up at me. “Viktor—” she starts to say, but I shake my head, pushing open the door and heading directly towards the bed.
She gasps when I lay her back on the bed, following her onto the mattress as I bend down, kissing her for the first time since that morning in my loft in Moscow. Her lips are as sweet as I remembered, full and soft, and I feel her hesitate for just a moment, her body very still beneath mine.
And then her arms go around my neck, and she’s kissing me back.
My blood is pounding in my veins as I slant my mouth over hers, crushing my lips against her mouth, teeth grazing her lower lip as I press her down into the bed, nudging her legs apart so that I can move between them. I’m already rock-hard, my cock straining against my zipper, aching with the need to be inside of her.
And it’s only magnified by the fact that it isn’t just me.
I’d thought I’d have protestations to silence and arguments from her to quell. Caterina’s hands are against my chest, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt, her lips pressed fiercely against mine. I can feel her panting underneath me, her legs parting to allow me between them, her hips arching up to grind against the thick, hard, fabric-covered ridge of my cock. Her tongue tangles with mine when I push it into her mouth, desperate to taste her, and I groan, an almost unbearable lust rippling through me as she kisses me back.
My wife has never been like this with me—hungry, needy, desperate. But I can feel it almost radiating off of her, adrenaline and need combining into a nearly explosive force that has her arched against me despite the way I know her body must hurt right now. I want to be skin to skin with her, to strip her bare, but I don’t think I can wait that long.
I need to be inside of her. I need to feel my wife again, and everything else can come later.
I reach for the waist of her too-big sweatpants, feeling the material bunch in my hand as I drag them down her slender hip, feeling her flesh graze against my knuckles. It sends a blossom of heat through me, making me ache in ways I haven’t in years, and I groan against her mouth as I strip them off, feeling her kick them loose.
There’s nothing underneath them but her bare skin. I feel my chest constrict with a spasm of need as I feel the soft skin of her inner thigh, bring my fingers higher to the smoothness of her pussy, the skin already flushed and hot and leaking arousal. I can feel it, sticky on my fingers, the softness of the hair there, damp with her need as she spreads her thighs wider, whimpering against my lips.
She wants me, needs me, and it sends a heady dizziness through me that makes me feel as if I can’t wait for another second to be inside of her. I know she’s not thinking right now, high on a wave of adrenaline and emotion, and I know that, in a way, I’m taking advantage of that. But I can’t bring myself to care. She might never be this way with me again, might never be so turned on and wild and careless with me, and I want to enjoy it right now while I can.
I want her, all of her, and this might be the only time I get it.
With one hand, I undo the buckle of my belt, yanking down the zipper of my jeans with a feverish hurry. I hear Caterina moan as I kiss her, feeling the vibration against my mouth. It makes my cock lurch, springing free of my jeans as I wrap my hand around it, feeling the pulse as I surge forward.
Caterina gasps when she feels my cockhead push between her folds, her slick arousal instantly coating the tip with hot wetness that makes me groan with a pleasure that’s almost painful.
There’s no chance of taking this slowly. I’m well aware of my own size and of how small and delicate Caterina is, but I can’t slow down or stop myself. I have to be inside of her, and now.
I thrust forward, hard, my cock sinking in her to the hilt as I feel her stretch around me, her body spasming at the sudden intrusion. She cries out, half pleasure and half pain, her head jerking back and fingers tightening in my shirt as she breaks the kiss, eyes wide as she looks at me.
I hold myself there, cock throbbing deep inside of her, and watch her eyes flick from my taut face down to the shirt that she’s gripping tightly, spattered with the blood of the men that we just killed. Something changes in her eyes when she sees that, a wild heat filling her face, and her hands tighten for a fraction of a second before she drags me back down, her chin tipping up as one of her hands goes to the back of my head, her fingers knotting in my hair as she pulls my mouth down to hers.
Fuck.Caterina has never failed to turn me on more than any other woman, but something about her desire, about herwantingme, makes me almost crazed with desire, teetering on the edge of what could become an obsession, an addiction. I had a taste of it the night that she was drunk after the gala, and this is so much better, the aftermath of the violence turning into something wild and passionate, a spark threatening to conflagrate here in our bed.
Her legs wrap around my thighs as I start to thrust, hard and fast, her arousal gushing around my cock as I feel her get even wetter for me, her heat searing into my thick length as I sink into her again and again.I should be more careful,I think, but I can’t slow the pounding rhythm of my hips, and it occurs to me that I’m not sure if she wants me to. Her hips arch up with every thrust, taking me as deeply as I can go again and again, her legs tightening around mine as she cries out against my mouth.
“Fuck, Viktor, I’m going to come—”
The sound of her gasping those words against my lips, her head thrown back as her body starts to convulse, makes me nearly lose it myself then and there. I feel her pussy spasm, rippling down the length of my cock as she pulls me even deeper, squeezing me, and the pleasure is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s hot and wet and tight, her orgasm crashing through her as she writhes beneath me, her hand tightening in my hair to the point of pain as she throws her head back and moans so loudly that I know anyone in the house could hear—if there was anyone in the cabin.
There better not fucking be.
I want to be the only man who ever hears my wife’s cries of pleasure again, the only man to ever know what she sounds like when she comes for the rest of her life. I’ll kill any other man who touches her, who so much aslooksat her.
She’s mine.
My princess, my queen. Myprintsessa.My mafia bride.
I’m slamming into her now, fucking her hard and fast, and I can feel my cock swelling to the point of exploding inside of her. I can’t stop, can’t slow down, and I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back so that I can look into my wife’s eyes as I fill her with my cum.
“Fucking come for me again, Caterina,” I order, the words a snarl as I slam my cock into her again, and her mouth opens as she cries out, her back arching as I feel her tighten around me again.
“You’re mine,” I murmur. “My body, my pussy, my fucking wife. And I’ll destroy anyone who ever dares touch you again.”
