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She uses the sheet to wipe her damp cheeks. “Cut me some slack, all right? I didn’t even know you were into me until thismorning.”
“Into you? Your name is tattooed on my body once for every year you’ve beenalive.”
“You’re going to run out of room by the time I’mforty.”
“And that will be my honor.” I kneel on the bed and walk toward Anya, cupping her face in my hands. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved or lusted for. The only person I’ve ever called friend.” I brush my thumbs across her eyebrows. “Become my wife. Give me a far richer life than Ideserve.”
With a gusty sigh, she tucks her face into the crook of my neck. “See? That wasn’t sohard.”
Relief is a cool balm inside my chest. “That was good,yes?”
Her smile blooms against my skin. “Da.Very good.” When she pulls back, there’s a pink flush on her cheeks. I suspect it has something to do with my hard dick prodding her between the legs, looking for its home. “Should we go getmarried?”
I nod and allow the anticipation to take hold once more. “The suitcase with your clothing is in the closet. You might want to shower before facing a man of God. You look as if you’ve been plowed by an uptightRussian.”
She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands. On her way to the bathroom, she sends me a saucy wink over her shoulder. “Ihave.”
My entire being aches with love as I watch her vanish behind the closeddoor.
Note to self: sometimes it’s easier to ask for things. Asking gets me winked at byAnya.
This gives me much toconsider.
* * *
Anya
Oh snap.
I almost fall down the stairs when I see Sasha waiting for me, a young priest at his elbow. My Russian is wearing atightwhite dress shirt and black pants. Through the material of his shirt, I can see the outline of his tattoos. They creep out through the cuffs onto his hands, his knuckles. Grow through the collar onto his neck. And the expression on hisface…
He likes me in the white nightie. He just doesn’t want me in it right thissecond.
See, I didn’t get the dress code memo. Nor have I ever had tofollowa dresscode.
Sasha and I spend most of our time at home, since my father’s business dealings put my life in danger. So I don’t go beyond casual very often. Heck, I’m usually in yoga pants or a bathing suit, while Sasha lives in his signature overcoat. Maybe I should have realized a wedding meant putting on a dress, but hey, this is taking place in our living room. As soon as the priest leaves, I have a feeling we’re heading back to bed, anyway. At least I hope so. Ever since I woke up to find him devouring me with hot, gray eyes, my body has been humming.Wantinghim.
Did I wear it thanks to some subconscious wishfulthinking?
When the priest averts his eyes and Sasha’s jaw tightens, I look down and notice the hem brushes high on my thighs, just beneath my underwear. Oh boy. It’s even shorter than I realized. “Should I go get a robe,or— ”
“Nyet,” Sasha says, visibly trying to keep his cool. “We do thisnow.”
Electricity straightens my spine. Sasha has always been high - handed with me, but I was a child. Not his soon - to - be wife. Tomorrow is orientation at college and I’mgoingto be there. That’s the war I’m prepared to fight. But apparently there are going to be several little battles along the way to making him a fair husband. To that end, Sasha dictating every detail of our wedding day really isn’t working forme.
Being indignant toward Sasha while wanting him thisbad?
The combination makes me a powderkeg.
I face Sasha and smile. When he bares his teeth in response, I notice the hard outline of his erection, pushing behind the fly of his trousers. I’m not sure if the priest has noticed, too, or if he’s still scandalized by my paper - thin nightie, but he’s furiously clearing his throat, the Bible trembling in his hand. I can’t take my attention off Sasha, though, and I grow increasingly wet between my thighs as his gaze slides down to my nipples, stiffening them. After years of trying to tempt Sasha to no avail, the rush of power is heady. Hot andoverwhelming.
“We are here to celebrate the joining of two hearts…” begins the priest. His shaky delivery fades into the background almost immediately, though. I’m pretty sure Sasha isn’t hearing a single word, either, because he’s running a hand over his open mouth, his chest starting to heave. Violently. And that thick rod behind his zipper is so large and stiff now, his agony ispalpable.
So much moisture has gathered between my thighs, it’s soaking the edges of my panties. I can’t stand here for long, this close, without touching him. Nor do I want to. Sasha planned my veritable abduction, our wedding,thinkshe’s going to decide my future. But right now, the control seems to be inmyhands. When I’ve had so little throughout my life. I can’t stop myself from embracingit.
Ignoring the hitch in the priest’s voice, I sidle closer to Sasha. Closer and closer, until I’m cradling his hard - on with my belly. His eyes glitter dangerously as I lift up on my toes, letting me mouth hover beside his ear. “You’re so hot. Have I ever told youthat?”
A harsh sound comes from his throat. “If you did, I wouldrecall.”
