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She arched back as much as she could, trapped between my body and the tree, using her free hand to roll her fingertips around her nipples while I bounced her on me to drive deep inside her.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, running her thumb across my lips. I licked it and she stroked her nipples some more, driving me to increase my already frantic pounding.
“Your tits are the most fucking beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” I said, my gaze locked on her tempting little show, all while her pussy gobbled me up with every thrust.
This woman was mine. All mine. The realization of it nearly sent me over the edge, and I quickly wedged my fingers between us so she’d share my ecstasy.
“Oh yes, touch me,” she murmured, her eyes closed and lips parted. Her hand dropped as she let the pleasure I was giving her take over.
“I love when you come,” I told her, watching as I found her clit and circled the swollen nub.
“I love when you make me…” she ended the sentiment on a long moan that grew in volume until she shuddered in my arms and spasmed around my cock.
I shot my seed deep inside her, roaring as I filled her. Her head dropped to my shoulder and she went limp in my arms. I held her close, letting the shockwaves absorb, kissing her neck and smoothing the damp hair from her brow. Finally, I lowered us to a soft, grassy patch in the wild garden and laid her down beside me. I watched her eyes follow the swaying palm fronds above us, with the late afternoon sunlight filtering through to cast patterns across her pretty, sated face.
She finally turned to me with a smile. “I’m really glad you don’t have any staff.”
“I have lots of staff,” I informed her. “They’re just off for the next few days so you can settle in.”
“Oh, well, that was nice,” she said.
I tipped her chin up. “I am nice,” I reminded her. “And I’m not your enemy. Maybe we can find a way to be… not miserable.”
She nodded. “Maybe.”
I still kept my fingers on her chin, not letting her look away. “Most of all, you need to trust me when I deem something might be unsafe for you.”
Her smile didn’t falter but something behind her eyes shuttered. She nodded and I let her go. She snuggled up to me on the grass, one arm slung across my chest, her legs tangled with mine. But I could tell she was already emotionally distancing herself again. I shouldn’t have cared, should have been keeping a tight rein on my own emotions.
But I did care, and I wasn’t.
Chapter 10 - Kira
A few weeks passed without too much drama and I used that time to try to be a dutiful wife, or at least the semblance of one. I had nice dinners ready when Yuri came home from work, which really meant me bugging the cook until she kicked me out of the kitchen. But I still took credit, standing proudly by the kitchen table after setting it with candle sticks and fresh flowers. Yuri seemed happy enough to go along with it. We were both grateful to have a reprieve from fighting. Our conversations during those nice dinners I didn’t have much to do with were maddeningly shallow, with no useful information forthcoming. But I’d learned to be patient, knowing I had to keep building up trust, and I’d eventually get what I needed.
Also, maddening was the fact I wasn’t allowed to leave the house by myself, and I was never left alone. One of his brothers or their wives would hang around, pretending that they weren’t doing their time in the jailer’s rotation. All while I pretended everything was perfect so they’d loosen up and start talking about things other than the weather, or shopping, or any other useless thing that didn’t help me at all.
There were a few terrible afternoons when my father visited out of the blue, but thankfully Theresa was with me on both those days and hovered around out of sight so I felt safe. The one thing I would have liked about the arrangement I was stuck in was if I never had to see Artur Orlov again, but I guess he wanted to keep up the appearance of being a doting father. He was the only one who believed he was doing a good job of it, and both times he visited it only strengthened my resolve to bring him to his knees.
He’d start with a subtle insult. When that didn’t get a rise out of me, his digs would become crueler. Was my hair falling out, because it looked thin and wiry, like an old hag. I should be careful because Yuri would toss me aside if I kept getting fatter. I had gained a pound and a half since I’d been living with my new husband, and that was still less than I’d lost during my father’s forced pre-wedding diet. Or else I was so stupid I surely couldn’t hold anyone’s interest, especially not someone as brilliant as Yuri. Everything my father said in his mean, bitter voice I’d heard before, or at least some form of it. Over the years I had built up an armor, but the two glorious years of being free of it had softened me up, and his words were shocking and pricked at me like sharp needles.
The worst part of his visits though, was the fact I couldn’t get him to tell me anything, no matter how casually I asked, no matter how I stroked his ego to try to get him to brag. And even worse than that, he tried to get me to answer questions about the Morozovs. As if I’d spy on them for him. He didn’t need to know that when I finally snooped through Yuri’s home laptop, there wasn’t anything interesting or useful, and I never could crack his email password. Not that I would have ever, ever shared anything with my father, of all people.
My ignorance enraged him and he accused me of lying. His voice rose and he got up so quickly I couldn’t get out of his way. He was about to strike me despite being in my husband’s home. Thankfully, Theresa had been dutifully wandering back and forth past the sitting room and rushed in under the guise of asking if my father would like anything to eat right before his hand connected with my face.
He practically spat at her, telling her he’d lost his appetite being in my presence for so long, and stamped out of the house. That was the last time I saw him, but I knew I’d have the misfortune of being around him again eventually. If I couldn’t find anything out soon, it wouldn’t be when I finally got my revenge, either. It was disheartening, being no closer to my goal, but seeing him kept the flames from dying out. Not that they would have, since every day I was reminded of him when my most recent babysitter showed up.
It was funny that I never left my apartment back when I could, but now that I couldn’t go out alone, it was all I wanted to do. Maybe I was a stubborn mule, like my father would have said. Or maybe it was because my worst fear—him finding me—had come true and I had no more reason to hide indoors.
One fine morning, Yuri told me he was staying at home to work and when he was done we might have time to go to the beach or out shopping. I walked on eggshells of hope, thinking about it, only distracted by the fact that if I didn’t get to log into my class soon, I was going to miss the cut off date for the first test. I had managed to keep up enough to not get dropped, but was still a little behind. The next pass I did of Yuri’s library downstairs, working on the larger work computer he brought home with him and surrounded by papers, he didn’t look up at me. He was deep enough in his work that I decided to take a chance.
Snagging the laptop from the upstairs office, I closed myself up in the bathroom and ran the water until the tub was full, then settled on the loveseat and logged into my class. The test was much harder than I imagined and it took all my concentration trying to remember everything I’d read.
I jumped when I heard a brisk knock at the door and Yuri called through it. “Are you okay, Kira?”
I must have missed his first knock and maybe a second, because he normally didn’t worry like that unless I ignored him, which I was pleased to say I hadn’t been doing lately. I must have been so deep in my schoolwork that I didn’t hear him. I reached out my foot to splash the now cooled tub water.
“I’m in the bath,” I called, but it was too late.
