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“You let me worry about that.”
“That’s the thing. You shouldn’thaveto worry about everything. You don’t have to shoulder everything by yourself, Pyotr. Whether we like it or not, we’re in this together now. They’re trying to paint us as a marriage in trouble, so let’s double down and prove them wrong. Take me to events, let’s do twice the amount of good. There’s no way we can stop the rumors now, but maybe we can drown them out. It’s like you said—damage control, but this time, I have a say in how it happens.”
Pyotr runs his finger along my cheek, drawing a circle against my skin. “Are you sure? You’d be in the spotlight. Open to even more scrutiny.”
“I’m Russian, Pyotr. It’s going to take a hell of a lot to scare me.” I dare to tilt my chin up and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I won’t let your reputation take a hit because of me. Let me do this for you, husband. For us. I’ll play the part of the perfect wife and erase all doubt of a troubled marriage.”
“Play the part, huh?” he echoes after me.
“What?”
“Nothing.” After a moment, Pyotr eventually nods. He knows as well as I do what’s at stake here. “Alright. There’s a handful of public events coming up. I’ll have Merrybell ensure you’re listed as my plus one to each of them.”
“Good,” I say with a smile. “Now, care to join me for a bath, husband?”
His grin grows again, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I lick my lips as I watch him undress, savoring his slow but sure movements. His tie goes first, then his shirt, then his belt and everything below. I drink in the sight of him, mesmerized by the chiseled plane of his wide chest and the defined muscles of his arms. I’m a littletooappreciative of the bite mark I might have left on his shoulder.
Pyotr gets into the tub with me, settling in on the other end. It’s more than big enough to fit the two of us, but right now, I don’t want any space between us. I carefully make my way over, warm water sliding over my sensitive skin as I climb onto Pyotr’s lap, straddling him. I’ve got my hands on his chest, his own easily gripping me by the waist.
As he pulls me in for a deep kiss, I feel him hardening beneath me. Heat stirs in my core. The hard nudge of his cock against my folds sends a thrill shooting up my spine. I’m wet just thinking about him sliding into me, claiming me for his own like he did yesterday.
“Pyotr,” I murmur against his ear, circling my arms around his neck so our bodies are flush against one another. “Will you help me feel good, husband?”
He hums, the vibrations of his voice so deep and delicious I feel it in my very bones. “Only because my pretty wife asked so politely. Are you sure you’re not too sore from yesterday?”
In lieu of response, I reach down between us and gently grasp his cock, stroking once, twice. I bring him toward my entrance, using the buoyancy of the water to help me hover just so. My pussy clenches around nothing, my walls already fluttering in electric anticipation.
“I want you to fill me up,” I say breathlessly, bringing one of his hands to my throat. Once again, he wraps his fingers around but doesn’t squeeze. “Please, husband? I need to feel you inside me.”
“Anything you want Alina,” he grumbles before moving in for a punishing kiss. “Anything for you.”
I lower myself onto his cock, moaning as the stretch knocks all sense and reason from my head. I like being on top. I get to set the pace—and it’s punishing. Rolling my hips, I seek more and more of that sweet friction, adoring how well we fit together. Pyotr’s arms wrap around me like a vice, his mouth trailing down toward the stiff peaks of my nipples. He sucks hard kisses against my tender skin, marking me with a ferocity that only makes me hotter.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts against me. “Does my pretty wife enjoy riding my cock?”
“Yes!” I gasp, rising just to slam myself down again.
We’re making a terrible mess of the bathroom, water splashing and spilling over the edges of the tub, but we’re too enthralled with one another to care. My pussy clenches around him, my clit already throbbing and sensitive thanks to the heat of the water.
“Pyotr,” I whine. “Pyotr, I’m gonna—”
“This pussy’s all mine, do you understand? The only cock you’re ever going to come on is mine.”
I moan, his filthy words ringing in my ears. “I’m soclose—”
Pyotr’s hand slips under the water’s surface, sliding between our bodies with ease. He brushes his thumb over my clit, setting off wave after wave of pleasure within me. My body trembles as I slam into my climax, my head dizzy from the combination of ecstasy and steam. He claims my mouth as I moan his name, stealing the sounds all for himself. Pyotr continues to piston in and out of me, hips snapping upward to chase his own pleasure.
“Gonna pump you so full,” he murmurs against my skin. I almost don’t hear what he says, too weary with satisfied exhaustion.
A squeak escapes me.Fuck, that’s hot. Something about his unfiltered, dirty thoughts makes me ache for more.
“Do it,” I rasp against his left ear. “Give me a baby, husband.”
Pyotr growls, his eyes suddenly dark with lust. He slams into me even harder. “Fuck, Alina. How many do you want?”
“How many will you give me?”
