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Alina shivers against my touch, a mischievous grin stretching across her lips. I allow my hand to slip down, following the contour of her tight dress. A shot of adrenaline courses through me. I detect no panty lines whatsoever.
“Naughty girl.”
“Let’s go, husband. Maybe we can get a head start in the car.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to leave a party before.
Chapter 25
Alina
I’m all over him, straddling his lap in the backseat of the car. Pyotr raised the solid black privacy partition so Ben can’t see us, but judging by how loud I’m being, I seriously doubt he’s none the wiser.
Pyotr is ravenous. Not just his kisses, but his hands. He’s so nice and rough, but never in a way that frightens me. If anything, he handles me like a man possessed. Every single one of his touches tells me hewantsme more than he could ever put into words, so he shows me through action instead.
He drags up the fabric of my dress and hikes it up to my hips, exposing my thighs and lack of underwear. Beneath me, I feel the bulge of his cock harden as he moans deeply.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”
A manic little giggle escapes me. “Do you like what you see?”
“Fuckyes.”
When I tilt my head to the side, he immediately dives in to mouth hungrily at my neck. I adore his needy hands, the way he grabs at me so desperately like I might slip away at any moment. So I kiss him harder, a silent reassurance that I’m not going anywhere. A languid moan rises from my chest when he reaches down between us to swipe his finger over my clit, grinning to himself as he runs his thick fingers over my slick folds.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs to himself. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Pyotr!”
He hushes me gently. “We don’t want to disturb our driver, now do we?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure he already knows.” I reach down and make quick work of his belt and the fly of his pants, my core throbbing for him. Even though I know the passenger windows are tinted, I still cast a quick look out at the city around us. “Are you sure nobody will see?”
He grasps my chin and drags me down for another kiss. “No one will ever harm you like that again, Alina. I swear it.”
Moved by his words, I kiss the corner of his mouth sweetly, almost as if to say thanks. This man really is something else. Maybe the old saying about everything happening for a reason is right. Out of all the people Mother could have married me off to, I’m so glad it was Pyotr. Patient Pytor, sweet-only-for-me Pyotr. Of all the countless ways my life could have unfolded, I’m grateful he was the one who got roped into it.
“Ride my cock, lyubimaya. Let me see you on top.”
I can no longer deny my desire. I swiftly pull him free of his boxer briefs and carefully lower myself onto his length, doing my best to bite back my moan of pleasure as he buries himself deep inside me. I’m so wet and ready for him it takes no effort at all. Every inch of my body is unbelievably sensitive, my heart hammering like a war drum with the knowledge that right outside, the rest of New York is none the wiser to our passionate affair.
I grind my hips and set the pace, taking every inch of him that I possibly can. When the head of his cock sweeps over my sweet spot, I swear I see stars bloom across my vision. It takes all my concentration and energy not to scream his name.
“Look at you,” he murmurs with a satisfied grin. “You take me so well, Alina. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes…”
“I can tell you’re getting close. Your pussy’s getting so nice and tight around me. Does my wife want me to make her come?”
I laugh, a breathless, crazed sort of sound. “Yes!”
It’s quick, but it’s brilliant. A warm haze clouds my mind as pleasure washes over me. Pyotr kisses me through it, so loving and gentle it makes my heart sing.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes locked into mine. “You’re so beautiful, Alina.”
I giggle, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
He chuckles. “I’ll take your word for it.”
