Page 36 of Deceitful Bond


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His mouth grazes my lips as his fingers brush my panties.

My breathing quickens as I grip the grass in my fists. My legs part at his touch. I can’t help moaning. When was the last time I looked forward to sex?

He pulls back for a moment and smirks, pleased with the way I’m losing it for him.

I open my legs a little wider, and he dives back in for another kiss as his thumb slips under the lace. My eyes shut as his fingers slip beneath my soaked panties. Slowly, he parts me and I sigh again as I savor the sensation building in my core. He pulls his body close to mine, and I open my legs fully to him without thinking.

I part my lips as he nuzzles my neck, leaving behind little bites on my skin—not to hurt but to speed up my desire. I moan again as his thumb brushes my swollen clit. Oh God … I want to fuck.

I want to fuckhim.

I can imagine his solid body over mine, my legs wrapped tight around his hips. I moan louder as my wetness coats his fingers. He explores me and when I moan, he sweeps his finger over my clit again. Panting, I wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me.

He adjusts his body. But I pull harder. I want to feel his weight. I want him to rip this dress off me and bury himself deep inside me.

“Admit it,” he whispers as he pushes my panties to the side. “This is real.”

Yes …

His finger enters me and I throw back my head. I clench around him as he adds a second one. My hips move against him shamelessly as I ride his fingers, soaking them in my desire.

“I want to hear you scream,” he whispers. “I want to feel your nails digging into my back.”

I nod and bite my lips as his finger sweeps over me again. My pussy pulses and my mouth opens wider. I can barely catch my breath.

“I want you,devushka,” he whispers. “I want to feel you wrapped around me. Tight and wet andmine.”

My hands pull at his jacket at that final word, and my eyes plead for him to take it off. Whatever he wants of me, I want of him. I want him to hold nothing back, to push my legs apart and use me right here and now until his name is the only thing on my lips.

“What do you want?” he whispers.

My voice is lost, and my words sound like a needy whine. I shut my eyes again, and suddenly, he stops. Panting, I look at him as he lifts off me.No! Come back!I try to follow his gaze over my head. Oh God, are we about to be shot?

But to my surprise, Andrei doesn’t look concerned.

He looks pissed as hell.

Chapter 23

Paige

Dmitri sits in the cart, looking down on us, smirking. His hair has fallen into his eyes. “Your guests are waiting patiently to eat cake.”

Blushing, I pull down my skirt as Andrei stands up. I want to crawl away out of embarrassment. One more second, and I would’ve been ready to beg Andrei to fuck me.

I’m not stupid, but I’m acting like it. He’s trying to catch a killer by luring them out, and I had to play the part of the blushing bride. Well, he certainly got the blushing part. Here I was, about to cum all over his hand. I wince at my near slipup.

This behavior is going to get me killed.

But Dmitri has little interest in what I’m doing. He speaks to Andrei as if I don’t exist. “Save the honeymoon for later, Andrei Vasilyevich. It’s time to return to the banquet hall, so we can all go home in one piece.”

Andrei nods. “Take the cart, and we’ll take the ATV.”

“I could walk faster.”

Andrei shoots Dmitri a look, and Dmitri points at the train on my dress. Andrei understands, and we take the cart while Dmitri follows behind slowly in the ATV.

“How many people know our marriage is fake?” I ask Andrei quietly as I inspect the grass stains on the front of my wrinkled dress.

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