Pressing my fingers to her lips, I go in faster and deeper with each thrust, reveling in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each movement and the way her face has nothing but pleasure and desire written all over it.
She bucks her hips and spreads her legs wider, and I squeeze her ass. Her soft voice comes apart in a string of breathless, broken gasps.
The pleasure builds to an agonizing high, and her moans turn into loud, desperate cries of pleasure, her fingers digging into my back as she tightens around me with a shuddering release that tears a ragged groan from my chest.
Yebat.
The scent of her orgasm fills the air and triggers a primal part of my senses I didn’t know existed. The last of my restraint shatters, sending me over the edge into a fierce, blinding climax that leaves me completely undone.
My grip on her ass tightens, my heart rate increasing dangerously as ecstasy courses through my veins. I thrust into her a few more times, emptying inside her before collapsing onto the matress and burying my face in the crook of her neck to listen to her rapid heartbeat.
We lie in complete silence as the realization of what we just did dawns on both of us.
I regret nothing, but it’s impossible to ignore the weight of reality settling into my bones.
Our marriage has been consummated, and Elena is no longer just an enemy or bait; she’s my wife in every way that matters.
And in my world, that makes her the most dangerous piece on the chessboard.
Chapter Sixteen
Elena
I glance at the digital clock on the console across from me. It’s forty minutes past six in the evening.
It’s been an entire day since Leonid and I had sex, and despite my heavy workload for the day, it’s been incredibly hard to keep the memories of last night from invading my thoughts from time to time.
A hot blush caresses my cheeks as I think back to the way Leonid thrust inside me while his hands explored my body, and how he whispered sweet, possessive nothings into my ear the entire time.
Just thinking of it sends a tingling sensation to my core and makes my pulse skyrocket. I can’t wait for him to get home so we can have a redo.
He left the house after we had breakfast and told me he won’t be home until midnight, so I’ll have to wait to start my new job with him.
I smile slowly at the mischief taking over my mind. I plan to soak in a warm bath right after work, spray myself with some really seductive perfume, and then slip into a revealing nightgown and pretend to be asleep when he gets back.
With luck on my side, I doubt he’ll be able to resist the temptation of fucking me again tonight.
My teeth sink into my lower lip. I can’t believe how unbelievably good I am at being a temptress.
I still have about two hours of work left, so I have plenty of time to set my plan in motion.
My stomach rumbles, subtly signaling that I haven’t had anything to eat other than the apple and handful of raspberries I had for lunch about four hours ago.
Whether it’s the distraction from the hunger or the excitement to make love to Leonid again tonight, I hibernate the computer in Leonid’s home office and go downstairs for dinner.
Leonid actually gave me permission to use his computer for work while he’s away, which means he no longer sees me as the enemy or a suspect, but as his wife.
He’s starting to trust me, and I’m not sure what exactly to do with that realization.
Right now, it’s not just sexual attraction I feel toward him. I feel something more, something intense and beautifully devastating. But I can’t forget how all of this began and who he is. I can’t forget that he threatened to hurt my family to get back at me.
I don’t know if I can trust him. I’m not sure how much of our relationship is real at this point.
The smell of fried chicken welcomes me into the kitchen long before I cross the threshold.
My stomach growls.
Mr. Petrov stands behind one of the large marble islands, stirring colorful vegetables in a skillet while a tray of golden-brown chicken cools on the counter beside him. Steam rises from a pot simmering quietly on the stove, filling the room with the scent of garlic, butter, and herbs.
