Lies of My Monster: A Dark Mafia Romance(82)

But as much as I want to keep watching her in this position, if she keeps going at this pace, I’ll come down her throat. And that’s not the plan tonight.

I tug my belt that’s around her neck and pull her off. Her lips leave my cock with a pop, a trail of saliva and precum forming a line between us.

“I’m not done,” she protests in a low voice.

“I know, but I prefer to consummate our marriage with my cum in your cunt.”

Her chest heaves, and I release the belt to retrieve a knife from my holster and grab the edge of her dress.

Sasha swats my hand away. “No way in hell will you be cutting my wedding dress.”

“How else will I get to the good part?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Have you thought of unzipping it like a normal human being?”

“That fucking mouth.” I let the knife fall to the mattress and pull her by the belt that’s hanging on her shoulders.

My fingers tease the curve of her nape, and I bite the sensitive spot near her pulse as I slowly pull the zipper down. “Like this?”

“Mmm…” She shivers, goosebumps erupting all over her skin.

I take my time in lowering her dress to beneath her pearl-studded bra that’s clasped at the front. My head drops between her heaving breasts, and I use my teeth to undo the clasps.

Her hands grab onto my head and condensation forms on my glasses so I throw them aside as I reveal one gorgeous tit at a time.

Her dark pink nipples are hard, and I tease one with my finger. “They look achy. Are they?”

She nods once, a whimper slipping from her lips. I love how she’s so responsive to my touch that a mere nipple teasing can turn her into a mess of my own making.

I bite the other nipple and then suck on it. Her back arches, pushing them further into my face, her fingers digging into my shoulders for support.

“Oh, God.”

“Not God.” I run my tongue over her nipple and then kiss her lips. “Me. Tell me you’re mine.”

Her hands cradle my cheeks. “I’m already wearing your ring.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Luchik. Always.” Then she seals her lips to mine, kissing me with a desperation I’ve never witnessed from her before.

It’s like she’s making sure I’m here and won’t be going anywhere.

I bunch her dress up and shred the tights at her pussy. She gasps against my mouth, and I bite her lower lip as I push her panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet. You want my cock, Solnyshko?”

Her reply is a moan close to my lips.

“Do you feel yourself drenching my fingers? You’re such a dirty little whore, wife.”

Her nipples rub against my chest due to her erratic breathing, and she clenches around my fingers. “Say that again.”

“My dirty little whore?” I ask, pretending to be oblivious as I tease her clit with my thumb.

“No, the other word.”

“Wife.” I thrust harder. “You’re my fucking wife, Sasha, and you’ll come for your husband, won’t you?”

“Yes…yes…” Her lips hover over mine in an ‘O’ as her pussy tightens around my fingers.

Her head rolls back, but I pull on the belt. “Eyes on me. I want to see how you come for me.”

Her hooded bright eyes remain on mine while she rides my fingers for her orgasm. I nibble on her neck, release her, and slide down her body, biting her tits, stomach, and any inch of skin I get a hold of.

Once I’m between her legs, I open them wider, tearing the tights further.

The dress remains stuck in the middle, spreading out on either side of her. This time, I grab the knife, turn it on its side beneath her panties, and cut right through the middle.

She jerks and when I pull out the knife, it shines with her arousal. I lick it, and her cheeks redden even as her lips part.

Sasha might not show it much, but she’s as demented as me. She’s the other half of my unbound lust and possessiveness.

We’re two sides of the same coin.

I roll her around so that she’s kneeling on the bed, her ass in the air, and I position myself behind her. “I’m going to claim you, wife, and you’ll scream for your husband.”

I dig my fingers into her hip and thrust inside her all at once. Her body jerks, but her cunt swallows me whole, milking my cock.

“Fuck. You feel like my wife.” Thrust. “My woman.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”

She nods frantically and tries to look over her shoulder at me, the veil forming a halo around her head. Her tits jiggle from the powerful rhythm of my thrusts. Her back lowers further. Every part of her welcomes me home.

No, she is my fucking home now.

The only home I’ve ever known.

As her whimpers fill the air, I slip the knife’s handle against her back opening.

She goes still, her eyes widening as she angles her head back. “Kirill…what…?”

“Shhh. Don’t move.” I ram into her cunt with a steady rhythm. “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she says without any hesitation.

That’s my fucking woman.

“I need you to stay still for me.” I spit on her other opening, then thrust the handle in, the sharp edge facing up.