Aiming myself at her entrance again, I slid back into her warmth with a groan. I gripped her hands and pushed them over her head, keeping tight hold of her fingers as I lay my body over hers and thrust my hips. Her body was pliant and eager as her orgasm unfurled in her belly before spasming deep inside her pussy and she arched back into my thrusts, keen for my cock to massage out the knot of pressure inside her. She clamped down on me as I came in long hot spurts, both of us holding our tongues instead of releasing our pleasures into the air in furious cries of passion.
The walls were thick.
Father and Ivan were far away.
But I knew if we opened our mouths and lost control, then the whole world would hear our release.
I continued to pump into her, long after we’d both finished coming, milking every drop of pleasure from each other's bodies. I stayed inside of her for long moments afterwards, softening inside her warmth, nestled between her folds, and wishing that this one night—this one time with her would be enough, but already knowing that it wouldn’t be.
One taste of Marisha and all I could think about was when I could have her body again. I released her hands and as she turned to look back at me over her shoulder, I could see from her heated gaze that she felt the same way too.
Chapter Ten
Marisha
When Alexander, the bloody prince of the Bratva, pulled himself out of me, I shuddered. As if my body had been holding onto one last mini orgasm, and the absence of him released it and sent it rushing through me in a wave of euphoria.
I stood up when I felt him no longer near me and my legs shook so badly that I had to turn around and sit on the edge of the pool table. I tilted my face back, enjoying the aftermath which felt like a million tiny bubbles bursting beneath my skin. A freshly opened soda bottle, fizzing to the top until everything went flat and too sweet.
Heat filled Alexander’s gaze as he watched me, though he had to be exhausted. I knew I was. I covered my face, embarrassment flooding through me, trying to chase away the tingling aftermath of what we’d done. I wanted to hold onto these feelings, pocket them away for moments in my life that were dull, grey, lifeless.
I wanted to remember how it felt with Alexander the next time Ivan satisfied himself with my body.
But, God, it wasn’t enough.
The minute it was over, with the warmth of him leaned against me and his hardness fading away,I wanted more.
Alexander was focused away from me now and I couldn’t stop watching him. He’d pulled off the condom and disposed of it, before readjusting his outfit, looking like he hadn’t just given me the best minutes of my damn life.
What had just happened obviously hadn’t affected him the way it had me. I don’t know what I’d expected. I’d heard more about him now, in a few casual conversations with other Bratva wives. I knew his reputation. He took what he wanted and moved onto the next woman. That sexual prowess was on constant repeat. And every woman, every single one, thought they’d finally bagged their instant rise up the status ladder.
I wasn’t any different. He’d seen me, wanted me, and I’d bent over and enjoyed every second of him taking me. That was the long and the short of it.
The long of it.I smiled to myself. Definitely not short. Or thin. Alexander was thick, and long, and he overfilled me to the point that I ached.
His father had murdered my parents… if only they could see me now.
“You might want to,” Alexander didn’t finish his sentence, waving a hand up and down to indicate the way my dress was hiked up to reveal my legs and my more intimate parts.
I stood hesitantly, making sure my legs wanted to support me now, and I pulled my dress back into place then wriggled my hips slightly to make the flowing skirt fall back into place. Between my thighs was sticky with my own juices, and I realized after walking that I didn’t have my panties. I glanced around the room, checking the floor, but didn’t see them.
“Have you seen my… my underwear?” I asked shyly.
He shrugged nonchalantly and fear gripped my chest. If they were somewhere in this room… I searched again, knowing how wild my eyes must look.
“Don’t worry about them. If someone finds them, they won’t exactly be surprised.”
His words hurt me, though I thought he meant to be reassuring.
There was a mirror over a bookshelf near the fireplace. I walked over to it, the euphoria of our encounter fading, and instantly wished I’d left my hair down the way I normally did, the way Ivan preferred it to be.
With deft fingers, I pulled the pins out of my hair and let the coppery gold strands fall down to brush against my shoulders before quickly pinning them back in place as neatly as I could. When I was done, the style looked almost the same. Almost.
Alexander came up behind me, and I stared into the mirror at him. Every bit of me wanted to turn around and kiss him, but that wasn’t what this was. No, this was sex. A carnal experience between two people. Anything more than that was beyond the realm of possibility here.
He was royalty.
I was already married.
