Maksim notices. Of course he does. He told me that he can tell the truth from a person’s lies. “What is it?”
“The party Kira brought me to… it was the home of Enzo Bianchi.”
“What?!”
I flinch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m not even sure he knew who we were. I got Kira out of there fast. But he did talk to me.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. He didn’t even touch me. Like I said, I don’t know if he knew who we were.”
Slowly, Maksim lets out a low breath. “That’s something at least. I’ll have to look into that. But you’re telling me that you stepped foot into Enzo’s house? How naïve can you be, Nat?”
“I didn’t know it was his house at first and besides, I didn’t even want to go to that party. Your sister dragged me there. I would have much preferred to stay at home with you,” I snap.
“You wanted to be with me?” The shock in his voice is obvious and it breaks my heart.
“I didn’t want to be at that party. So I’m sorry. But nothing went wrong. And I promise I’ll leave a note next time.”
“I can’t believe you were in Enzo’s house. If that fucker thinks he can take you away from me…” Maksim lets out a low growl before he grabs my face. I gasp.
And then his lips are on mine, consuming me. Lighting me on fire. Awakening a desire within me.
“You are mine,” he says against my lips. I never would have thought I would hear Maksim sound so possessive over me. It makes me more happy than I thought anything ever could.
Before I can react, Maksim picks me up into his arms, kissing me like he’s going to eat me alive.
Chapter Thirteen
Maksim
The thought that Enzo could have hurt Natasha – my wife – is making me feel fucking crazy. Never in my life have I felt this possessive for anyone before. But Natasha is mine now and I don’t want Enzo getting his hands on her.
I sit her onto the couch and kneel down on the ground as I kiss her. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it. Natasha and I may have started off on the wrong foot but there’s something between us. A desire to want to make this work so we’re not miserable forever.
I know I care for her. I know she’s beautiful. And now we share something in common: we both have blood on our hands.
It’s time to show my wife that she’s mine and that I want her.
I pull back from the kiss. We’re both breathing heavy like we ran a marathon. “I want to taste you,” I say darkly.
She flushes, which only makes her look more pretty. “Taste me?”
“You’re so innocent. Lean back. Let me show you.”
Slowly, Natasha settles back against the couch. I spread her legs. Even though she’s on the shorter side, she still has great legs. I haven’t been able to stop looking at them since we married.
Natasha doesn’t stop me as I push her dress up and pull her panties down. The only sound she makes is a little sigh that makes my cock hard. I want nothing more than to fuck her but I also don’t want to scare her. I know this is all new for Natasha. If we’re going to make this work, I can’t risk scaring her ever again.
I slip her panties down her legs and press them to my nose. Natasha’s cheeks turn an even deeper red but there’s a lustful darkness to her eyes that speaks to how much she wants this.
“You smell so fucking good,” I growl before I grab her knees and part her legs more. I can see her entire pretty pussy on display for me. I only got to touch her between her legs once before and it wasn’t enough. I want to explore all the depths of Natasha’s body.
“Maksim?” she whispers.
“I just had to look at you, baby. You look good enough to eat.” I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the couch. The soft gasp that escapes her lips turns me on more.
Then I place my face right between her legs. The moment my tongue touches her nub, Nat lets out a cry of both pleasure and fear. She knows it feels good while this is also new for her. It makes me burrow my face deeper between her legs.
