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His eyes fluttered shut as he moved me sinuously back and forth across the length of his cock. “What is it?”
“Get inside me, now.”
With a growl and a fire in his eyes, he flipped me onto my back as if I weighed no more than one of the feather pillows. Nudging my legs apart with his knee, he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders, looking down at me with such intent I shivered. He smiled. He owned me completely just then, and I was more than fine with that.
And then he finally gave me what I wanted enough to cry myself to sleep for months after he dumped me. What kept haunting me during the last two years. What I had been forcing myself not to think about during the last week.
I was truly his. Yuri’s. The man of my dreams.
I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of our wedding flowers that still clung to him, of champagne and something spicy. Taking in every rustle of his wiry hairs against my skin, the way his beard stubble rasped against my jaw as he traced his tongue down my neck. He drove deep inside me, filling me to the point I gasped and held my breath. He stilled, breathing hard against my throat, until I silently urged him on by moving beneath him.
“I’m fine,” I told him softly.
He leaned up on his elbows, blue eyes bright with desire, and took my face in his hands. “You are so damn beautiful.”
He kissed me, then dropped his head to my shoulder, his movements teasing me at first, drawing out that sweet sensation. Soon I was moaning again, digging my fingernails into his flesh, biting his shoulder.
“Yu-ri. I can’t…”
He nodded wordlessly and reached between our close, sweaty bodies. When he found my swollen, needy nub with his fingertips, he let me loose again, sending me spiraling into an expanse of pure bliss.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Come for me. Let me feel what you’re feeling.” My orgasm increased, rising and rising. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust harder, deeper. “God, your pussy is so tight.” He ended the sentiment on a howl, mixed with more of my screams.
It was primal. It was amazing. And much too soon, it was over, leaving me to revel in the aftershocks. He lay on top of me, panting and stroking his fingers idly up and down my side while I stared at the ceiling without a thought in my head. I could get used to that.
But should I?
Much, much too soon, my empty head started filling again. He rolled onto his side and slung his arm across my middle, planting a kiss on my cheek before settling his head on the pillow next to me. That was too good. I could get addicted to that. Addictions took over your life, addled your brains, made you lose focus. Couldn’t I have just a few more minutes of pretend happiness?
The sweat on my skin was cooling and I shivered, struggling to get under the covers. Yuri hurried to help me, getting under them as well and nestling back up to my side. He certainly seemed content, so why was I starting to stew? But why shouldn’t he be content? What was he really giving up? He still got to go to his high powered job. Unless I could find a computer to use, my job was as good as gone if I didn’t turn up in the next few days begging for a second chance. I’d already missed one class because of this, if I missed many more I’d be hopelessly behind and probably be dropped. All that money wasted, and worse, I’d never get the chance to sign up again. Even if it took me ten years, I wanted a degree. That was stolen from me, along with my freedom.
With a huff, I rolled over and curled into a ball. Yuri’s hand slid off my side and I stiffened, half hoping he’d reach for me and pull me back. Maybe I wouldn’t resist. It would be nice to sleep in his arms, even as conflicted as I was. Instead, he only sighed and rolled over to face the opposite direction. Back to back with at least two feet between us. What a perfect ending to any wedding night.
I refused to cry only moments after the most heavenly experience I’d ever had, but everything that led up to that heavenly experience was just so wrong. It was easier to let my rage at my father simmer than face the regret that was threatening to overwhelm me. God, the very thing I had once wished for so ardently had been tainted, all because of my father’s greed.
He had to pay, and I had to be the one to collect. It was going to happen if it took the rest of my life, but I intended to take my revenge much quicker than that.
Chapter 7 - Yuri
I lay awake, staring at the outline of the crystal lamp on the bedside table, until I was sure Kira was asleep. It was clear that she hated me again once she came to her senses. It had been a brief but wonderful interlude, with her giving herself to me with wild abandon. Thinking about it made me tense up, my fingers curl around the blanket to keep from rolling over and taking her again. Maybe that was what I needed to do.
If only I could keep her from coming to her senses for the rest of our lives, we might have a chance at a peaceful existence. It would certainly be fun, but was that what I really wanted? Didn’t I still have hope of somehow extricating us from this contract so we could both carry on with our real lives?
I stifled a groan, filled with regret for completely losing my mind as well as my control. It didn’t help that I could practically feel the anger radiating off of her, even in her sleep. That took dedication. Slipping out of bed, I padded silently out of the room and set up camp on the couch, assailed by more memories of what we’d done there.
Well, it seemed like the honeymoon was over, and that was probably a good thing. The sooner I fell asleep, the sooner I could end this ruse and get back home, back to work and real life. Pushing aside any niggling thoughts of what that might mean for Kira until I could figure things out, I punched the pillows and tossed around, finally slipping into a fitful sleep.
The sunlight streaming through the wide bank of windows woke me up early. I fiddled with the fancy coffee maker in the kitchen area until I got it running, then poked my head into the bedroom to check on Kira.
Seeing her sleeping soundly with her golden hair spilling in every direction, her rosy lips slightly parted, put a smile on my face. She finally looked relaxed for the first time since this fiasco started, completely at ease. The blankets had slipped off her bare shoulder, revealing her delicate collar bones and the swell of her smooth breast, rising and falling with each gentle breath. As soon as she woke up, she’d be back to despising me, tension overtaking her again, but right now she was angelically beautiful.
I slipped back out of the room to keep from crawling back into bed with her and waking her up with kisses all over her creamy skin. It was frightening how irresistible the urge was, and I ordered a big breakfast from room service, stewing in silence until it arrived.
Arranging it all onto one tray, I carried the food into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her, but dropping my hand at the last second. Soon enough, my presence, or the smell of the eggs and bacon, woke her up, and she blinked a few times in confusion. With a smile, I lifted the lid off the tray. A peace offering, maybe a truce.
A series of emotions flitted across her face. She was trying to decide how to proceed, but hunger won and she ended up returning my smile. She propped herself up against the pillows and to my slight dismay, tucked the sheets carefully around her body. I held out a bite of toast dripping with butter and she took a ravenous bite, chewing with gusto.
“Is it weird that I like watching you eat?” I asked.
