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He pushes in again, deeper with each thrust. I will myself to relax. He scrunches up his face, moaning with desire as he places both hands on my head. The strokes go deeper. I try to take a breath through my nose, but all it does is make me gag again.
My body heats up, and I feel my watering eyes leaking at their corners. Andrei pauses; maybe he’s unsure that I can even do this, so I place my hand in between my legs. I moan against his thick cock to let him know that I’m not so easily broken, and he slides in a little more.
“You are my bride,” he moans. “Only you can make me feel this good. Only you.”
My pussy tingles at hearing his praise. My brain tells me he’s saying it because he wants sex. But my heart hushes my unkind thoughts.He took a bullet for me.
Tears prick my eyes as he slips in a little more but still not all the way down. I grip his taut thighs and imagine him doing the same to my pussy. Andrei doesn’t know how much this makes me want to fuck him. Or maybe he does. But in this moment, I’m secretly glad his cock fills my mouth.
Because as long as he’s in my mouth, I can’t beg.
I taste the salt on his skin and smell his scent as he buries himself to the hilt in my throat. I start to waver and wonder if I’m about to pass out. His hands tighten in my hair as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. I start shaking, but he holds me still. His cock swells in my throat and just as I think I have to pull away, he lets out a roar of triumph.
Cum floods my mouth and down my throat, salty and warm, and I swallow every last drop. Only when the edges of my vision start trembling do I pull back, gasping, as the last few drops splash my chest.
Andrei looks down and smiles at the wreck he has made of me. Hundreds of dollars wasted on hair and makeup, but he doesn’t care at all. And I don’t either.
I know I won that round, and he knows it too.
He holds his cock in his hand and then kneels on the floor next to me. He kisses my face even though I look a mess. But the expression on his face tells me that he wants me.
“Krasivaya,” he whispers as he curls a finger under my chin. “Now get dressed. We’re going out to dinner.”
Chapter 32
Andrei
Paige smiles as she sits beside me in the front seat. When we left the house, she immediately walked over to the Rover’s back door. Three Rovers tail us to the restaurant.
If I was alone, I would take the risk of driving around Twin Rivers in my Lamborghini and blast music along the waterfront: let Igor’s men see that I’m not scared. Not even bothered.
But not when I’m with her.
I pull the car into the parking lot and frown when I see the other jeeps. Judging by the parking lot, it looks like a Bratva convention. For a moment, I consider going elsewhere. But Paige makes a noise of delight and I turn off the engine.
“I’ve always wondered what this place looked like inside.” She slips her arm into mine and looks up, her face tinged with a fading blush.
I hold open the door to Flour & Sauce, and Paige steps in, her chin lifted high without shame or apology.
“Is this our first official date?” she turns back to ask, smirking.
“The first of many,” I reply.
She looks incredible in a knit dress and heels that show off her figure. The new clothes give her newfound confidence, and she moves like she’s made to wear them.
The host smiles when he sees us. “Welcome, Andrei Vasilyevich. And Mrs. Barinov.”
The wedding attracted no attention, but it seems that our marriage did.
“Thank you,” Paige beams, and something rattles me. Something is different about her. I want her to accept the Bratva, but maybe she’s taking it in all too quickly. The thought quickly perishes as I watch Paige’s ass sway with each step she takes to the table.
Employees scurry out of our path, and the same attentive host ushers us toward the back to a private room. I barely hear him, my eyes focused on the bounce in Paige’s step. She halts in front of a door and waits for it to be opened.
The room looks out over the main floor of the restaurant. Tinted glass separates us from the rest of the diners and affords us total privacy. There are other rooms just like it circling the perimeter. I get up and check for Igor’s men. I know them by sight, and they know me. When I don’t recognize any of their faces, I give my men a slight nod, and they return the gesture while they continue to watch discreetly from a distance.
I smile at Paige as she slowly removes her coat. “This room is soundproof, and no one can see in.”
Paige smiles nervously, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “Maybe after dessert?”
