“Will you ever just shut the fuck up, wife-to-be?” he taunted.
The rough glide of him in and out of my pussy had me seeing stars as he fucked into me, slowly at first and then quicker, until I was choking on lace and my screams as he tore the pleasure from my body.
He soaked my insides with his cum, his roar of pleasure loud in the room and my body clamped down on him, tightening around him to milk every drop from his throbbing cock.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nikolai
“Got any pain killers?” I panted heavily beside Katya on the bed, my hand resting atop the bandaged wound. Crimson had bled through the gauze, reminding me of what we’d just been through. How I’d almost lost Katya.
“Oh, God,” she mumbled rolling onto my knees and fluttering fingers above the wound, suddenly, and obviously mad at herself for letting me fuck her so furiously and causing the wound to reopen. “We’re so stupid, Nik. We should have waited. Shit. Let me get more supplies.” She jumped up from the bed, dragging the sheet with her to wrap around her gorgeous naked body, and headed quickly out of the room.
The bullet had been a through and through, beautiful exit wound, nothing to dig out, as clean as someone could hope for. Washing the sand out with vodka had been a bitch, but Russians were Russians. Why opt for actual medical supplies when there’s a gorgeous bottle of thousand-dollar vodka. It had only just been sutured an hour ago by Maxim, who was a wiz with needles. He secretly cross stitched in his spare time. He’d be absolutely pissed if he had to redo his beautiful work so quickly.
I sat up, shoulder throbbing, but the sensation in my softening dick making it more than worth the pain and waited for Katya to return. I didn’t bother to pull the comforter over me. Katya knew every inch of my body now, knew what she was getting for life.
For life.
I laughed, my body shaking and sending arrows of pain through me. How many days had it been since we were leaving for Fiji? When I couldn’t believe that Alex would give up his playboy ways for one damn woman?
And yet here I was, ready and willing to do the very same.
“What are you laughing about?” Katya skipped back into the room, a bowl in one hand and the first aid kit from the condo kitchen in her other. A bottle of water was tucked under her arm. As soon as she sat down, she dug out a package of painkillers that would no doubt take more than just the edge of the pain, and ripped it open, handing me the two small white pills and the bottle of water. I tossed the pills to the back of my throat and opened the water to take a long draught. When I was done, I recapped the bottle and tossed it onto the bed.
“I was thinking how much shit I gave Alexander for falling in love,” I finally replied.
She smiled, slowly undoing the bandage around my shoulder. When the stitches were revealed, she sighed. “It doesn’t need to be re-sutured. Thank goodness. You know that Maxim—”
“Would give us absolute shit for ruining his handiwork?”
“Yep,” she nodded, ringing out the damp washcloth from the bowl and dabbing it across the stitches to clean the fresh blood away before wrapping my shoulder in clean bandages.
“Katya, I think we should wait to get married.” I don’t know where the thought had come from, but it had, unbidden to my mind and it would not be ignored.
She stiffened beside me, as if I intended to break her heart after all we’d been through.
I shifted against the mattress, taking her hands and curling my fingers around them. So small, so delicate. And yet so powerful. I’d seen just how powerful when she’d shot and killed Viktor...for me.
I wanted her to have everything. Everything she could ever want. Including her childhood dreams.
“Why? Nik, we should get married tomorrow. Get it done, so mother and father, or anyone else, can’t pull us apart ever again.” She bit her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth as anxiety flooded over her features.
“But that’s my point, Katya. Our wedding shouldn’t be something that’s thrown together overnight, something we just ‘get done’.”
“Nik, I don’t want to risk—”
“It’s not a risk,” I shook my head, “it’s committing to each other in a way that no one will ever forget, no one will ever question. Fuck, don’t make me the only romantic one here.” I grunted, taking one of my hands from her and running it through my hair, feeling sheepish all of the sudden.
“Is it what you want, Nik? The big wedding, all the pomp and circumstance? I thought you’d be a Vegas kind of guy. Elvis chapel and vibrating king size bed in a hotel room with a martini glass bathtub.” She poked me gently in the stomach, eyes twinkling.
But I could see the little girl behind her gaze, the one who wanted the fairytale.
“It’s what I want.” I grinned. “You know, you’re not romantic at all Kitty Kat. Might as well be the man in the relationship.”
“Perfect,” she nodded seriously, “then that means I get to shove panties in your mouth next time you won’t stop talking? I like it.” She took the hand I was still holding away and reached behind her on the bed, hooking her lace underwear with one finger and then proceeding to ball them up and push through towards my face.
“Hey, now, watch it.” I snagged her wrist, laughing and pushing the panties away, we both fell back against the bed, joy flooding around us, so thick and heady that we were drunk off it.
