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I kept a cocky smirk when we left the restaurant. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I shivered when he kissed my collarbone and nipped at my earlobe. It was a promise of pleasure to come, as well as the foreboding of sweet pain. Oh, yes, I was going to pay for my obstinacy in the restaurant, but wasn’t that half the fun?
From the corner of my eye I spotted a familiar face. Evie Ryan stood just a few feet to our right. She stared at her phone, her fingers white from clutching it too tight. A crease marred her forehead.
Suddenly a group of reporters descended on the front door of the restaurant. An army of mics were shoved in Evie’s face and I caught the words ‘video tape’ and ‘drugs.’
Kristoff quickly guided me into our car.
“What do you think that’s about?” I asked, trying to make out Evie’s words over the reporters who had caged her by the door.
“You shouldn’t concern yourself with her.”
My head snapped back to him. His eyes were hooded, arms at his side. He appeared as relaxed as a man could be. The car took off, leaving the restaurant and the reporters a distant memory. All I saw, all I yearned for, was the man sitting opposite me. A partition went up between us and the driver.
Kristoff’s voice was hoarse, almost guttural. “Grab the edge of your seat.”
Anticipation burned like hot coals inside me. I did as he asked.
“Legs wide, on the edge of your seat.”
I slid my legs along the soft leather, placing them as far away from my hands as possible.
He nodded in approval and hunched forward, elbows on his knees, gazing at me.
The hem of my dress rode up over my thighs and I felt exposed. His eyes zeroed in on my pussy. This morning I’d found a black box on my bed. No, our bed, since I now shared Kristoff's. It was the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. The bottom half didn’t have a crotch. There weren’t even any panties, only silk pantyhose without a crotch. The bra, if you could call it that, had cups that didn’t cover the nipples. The way he stared at me now made me conscious of the fact that he’d purposefully dressed my skin for this night.
His finger reached out and trailed over my sensitive nipples. They were rock hard, pushing against the silk of my dress, begging him for attention.
His hand disappeared beneath my dress.
“Hold on,” he mumbled. “It’s going to be a fucking hard ride.”
36
KATYA
The next two days passed by in a blur. I was so drugged with love that I felt as if I was on a continual high. I couldn’t believe I was getting married in one day. Kristoff hadn’t wanted to wait, and was adamant that I had a ring on my finger as soon as possible. I’d decided not to return to the dorms, but to drive to school instead. Only this time I would be the one driving instead of Yuri. I didn’t intend to sit on my butt all day just because I was married. I had hopes and dreams, and this time I would meet them head on, with him by my side. Or with me on top of him in the back of a car, like right now.
His hands crept up my thigh and he pushed the hem of my dress up to my waist. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other one against the car window, bracing myself.
I groaned as he impaled me on his cock. “Are you planning to drive me to all my lunch dates now?”
He grabbed my hips and slammed into me. Kristoff was insatiable. I yelped from the sweet, sweet pain, which transformed into immense pleasure.
He glanced up at me. “Maybe.”
I grated my hips so I could move up and down his shaft, while he suckled a nipple. I hissed when he bit the tight nub and my bones liquefied as I nearly came undone around him. Not wanting to come before him again, I sped up and rode him like there was no tomorrow. I entwined my hands behind his neck.
“That’s it. Fuck me, Ekaterina.”
My head dropped and my eyes closed while riding my way to nirvana.
Strong fingers bit into my ass as he pulled me up, nearly taking me off his cock, before slamming me down again.
“Oh…” Sounds were all I was capable of. Words were too much of an effort while I was chasing down another orgasm.
He snaked a finger through my legs, finding my hot, wet core. His thumb pressed on my clit, while two fingers dove inside me, making me feel even fuller.
He pistoned in and out at a pace I could barely keep up with. Over and over he hit my sweet spot, making stars dance behind my eyelids.
