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She might infuriate me at times, but it only turned me on when she did. I ground against her, letting her feel what she did to me. My hand ran down her side possessively, tugging at the waistband of her shorts.
“Tell me you will obey,” I whispered in her ear. “Or face the consequences.”
“Do your worst.” Her husky laugh sent a wave of need through my body, nearly bringing me to my knees. “And show me what kind of punishment you have in mind.”
Chapter Thirty
Elia
I was challenging my husband and I liked it.
From the way Aleksey was responding to my teasing, I suspected that he liked it as well.Thiswas the husband I ached for, the one who didn’t look like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. I knew that something was wrong from the moment he walked through the door
Deep down, I knew his uncle would lie to him. Whatever had been planned or had been part of his uncle’s planning never involved having Aleksey come out on top.
Unfortunately, that meant I was going to be yet another pawn in a game I wanted nothing to do with. The reality was that Aleksey and I were more alike than either of us expected or wanted to be. And as much as I wanted to hate him—God knew I’d tried—I couldn’t.
Not when he was kissing my neck like he was right now. My body was on fire, a slow, flickering fire stoked by his every touch and caress.
But this was all a distraction. He still wanted to send me away to New York, away from his side, no matter my protests. We had to be a team right now; we had to stay together against forces arrayed against us. I had thought for sure that he would understand this.
I would miss him. Whenever I thought about not seeing him, my heart squeezed painfully in my chest.
Had I really fallen that quickly for him?
Frustrated by the thought, I slipped out from under the cage of his body. When he turned, I pushed him against the glass wall.
“I want my turn first,” I told him.
“There’s no want.” His eyes darkened. “You’ll need to earn it.”
Oh, I planned to.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his bare chest right above his heart and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath above me. I didn’t look up, hoping that he wasn’t taking the placement in too much context. I wasn’t sure what I meant with that gesture, or why I decided to start there, of all places.
But it just felt right. Everything I did with Aleksey felt right.
And that was enough to terrify me.
My hand wandered down to his abdomen, scraping my nails over his skin. He was beautiful, too beautiful for his—or my—good.
I moved over to his other pec, rewarding it with the same attention.
When my hand lowered to his belt buckle, he reached for it, forcing me to break contact with his skin and look up.
“Elia,” he said, swallowing hard. “Should you be doing this?”
My lips curved into a smile as I undid his belt. “I’m pregnant, Aleksey, not dying.”
I tugged on the waistband of his pants and pulled them down his lean hips, my mouth wetting in anticipation as his cock sprang out, nodding in time with his heartbeat.
“Already ready,” I murmured, gripping him lightly.
“For you?” he choked out, pressing himself into my palm greedily. “Always.”
A secret thrill ran up my spine at the thought of him thinking about me enough to cause his cock to be hard as a rock. He always had a way of making me feel wanted. And in those moments, it made me believe that there could be some good in this marriage, a good in this union that neither his uncle nor my father could destroy.
That was enough hope for me to cling to.
