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Narrowing my eyes, I rubbed the scar of our names on my chest so he could note it.
ALEXIE
+ SLOANE
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. You can sit on my cock and etch your name into my skin. Happy?”
I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tight. “I do love you, Alexie Petrov.”
“I know,” he sighed heavily. He then lifted me into his arms. “Honeymoon time. You look incredible decked in blood. I must ravage your body at once.”
As he ascended the stairs, carrying me to our room, I looked at my ruined wedding gown and scrunched my nose. “Don’t I get a say?”
He looked appalled. “No.”
“Hm.”
“I know you like when I force my way.”
I had the good grace to blush. “No, I don’t!”
“I’m adding lying to your list of offenses. You already have a lesson in manners coming to you.”
“What!? Why?”
“You were rude to my priest; you threw a basket of biscuits at me—”
“We were fighting!”
Alexie tossed me onto the bed and crawled up my body, lifting my skirt and slip as he went. “I could be persuaded to not punish you later if you can promise to be an obedient wife from here on out, like you agreed to do during our wedding ceremony.”
“I could not understand him! For all I knew, that Russian priest could have been summoning the devil to take my soul as a sacrifice!”
“No, your soul is all mine.”
I felt his cock rub against the slick folds of my pussy. God, this man made me a wanton hussy. I lifted my hips, trying to force him to slip inside me.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need you inside me, Alexie.”
He captured my lips and kissed me deeply before replying against my ear. “Love, honor, cherish and obey. Will you obey me,malishka?”
“Yes, yes!” I cried.
“Good girl.” He slid deep inside me.
EPILOGUE
Sloane
Russia was cold as fuck. I wouldn’t say that I hated it here, but I wasn’t entirely happy. It was hard to enjoy the beautiful sights of Alexie’s homeland when the cold burned and made my eyes blurry.
Alexie had been amazing. He’d taken me to London, Rome, Paris, then Russia. I felt like I was on the honeymoon I never knew I wanted.
However, this portion of the trip was not necessarily for the pleasure of it, or celebration. We were here to meet and spend the winter holidays with Alexie’s family, and for me to give birth before we returned to the US.
At least his family’s estate was gorgeous.
My stomach was so large that I was sure I couldn’t fit through most doors. Yet Alexie still picked me up. I felt like a new bride every time he did. The best part was that Alexie was smiling all the time. Despite his scars, he wore his dark hair back more than he used to. He held my hand in public. He always rubbed my stomach.
