Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) by Rina Kent

“That’s not true. Maybe he takes after you.”

“I’ll have you know that I was a very obedient child, Mrs. Volkov.”

I swallow. Even though we’ve been married for almost a year, the sound of my married name still gives me a strange sensation I can’t pinpoint.

It takes everything in me to rip my gaze from him and release myself from his hypnotic hold. “How come I don’t believe that?”

“You can ask Kolya. I was a good boy.”

I scoff.

“What?” He sounds almost offended.

“I just find it hard to think of you as a good boy.”

“Mmmm. How about you?”

“What about me?”

“Were you a good girl, Lenochka?” The sudden drop in his voice causes my insides to quiver and my limbs to tremble. There will probably never be a day where I will stop responding to him in this carnal way.

“I was wild.”

“Wild,” he muses. “I like that.”

“My mom wouldn’t agree with you. She had to chase me all over the property to finally catch me.”

“So you were naughty?”

“I guess.”

“Are you still naughty?”

“Sometimes.” My voice is too sultry, too breathy.

“Mmmm. Maybe I should see for myself.” His fingers wrap around my jaw and angle it up. His hot lips drop to my neck, and I shiver as he peppers kisses on the sensitive skin before biting it into his mouth and sucking on it.

I instinctively tilt my head to the side, giving him access.

He nibbles down on my pulse point and I gasp.

Holy shit.

I forgot how much of a turn-on it is when he worships my neck that way, feasting on my life essence as if needing to feel it throb beneath his teeth.

His other hand lifts my skirt and I release a shattered breath when his fingers cup me through my wet panties.

“I see you are naughty, wife.”

I hold on to the wrist of his hand that’s wandering beneath my skirt, but it’s not to stop him as much as it’s to control my reaction to him.

He’s merely cupping me and I feel like I will explode. Have I been that wanton for him all this time?

“Adrian…” I breathe out.

“Don’t even think about rejecting me tonight, Lia.”

“It’s not that…”

“Good. Because I’ve waited so long to fuck your cunt and fill it with my cum.”

His words send me into a frenzy, both because of the urgency in them and his dirty talk that always twists me in knots.

Adrian bunches my underwear in a fist and I shake my head.

“Adrian…don’t rip it…”

“But you like it when I rip them.” And with that, he tugs on the cotton material, sending it to shreds.

He’s right. I like it, and the small burst of stimulation it creates in my core. He teases my clit, and I don’t last two seconds.

I let my head roll back against his shoulder as the sudden but brief wave engulfs me and takes me under.

“There. Good girl.”

“It’s the hormones,” I pant.

A gleam shines in his eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s true.”

“Did I say anything?”

“You don’t have to. It’s written all over your face that you don’t believe me.”

“What else is written on my face, Lenochka?”

“I…don’t know.”

“It must be written all over my face that I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Then do it over and over again to get my fill of you. Only…” he murmurs. “I probably won’t.”

A shiver shakes me to my bones, and my breathing increases until it’s chopped off and ragged.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless until the morning. Or more accurately…” he motions at Jeremy’s crib. “Until Malysh wakes up.”

I yelp when he carries me in his arms and strides through the door leading to our bedroom, kicking it shut behind him. He throws me on the bed and follows soon after like a beast on a mission to conquer his bride.

He doesn’t even bother to remove his clothes, only tugging his pants to free his hard cock. It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, his dick always spurs a moment of apprehension.

When he parts my legs, my chest heaves so hard, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. Adrian pulls the skirt away so that I’m naked from the waist down, and only a flimsy button-up shirt covers my aching, naked breasts.

He kneels between my legs, grabs both of my ankles, and places my feet on his broad shoulders. “Keep them there.”

The stormy gray of his eyes sparks with hunger as he slowly enters me. The change in pattern from his usually rough, unapologetic one causes my back to arch off the bed.

“Fuck.” He strains. “You’re tighter, Lenochka.”

I want to ask if that’s a good or a bad thing, but he doesn’t give me the chance to speak as his cock sinks inside me with unhurried depth, filling me whole.

Like earlier, the mere penetration is almost enough to send me over the edge. Adrian pushes inside me at a moderate pace, the position giving him a rare depth.

But soon after, his nature takes charge and his thrusts become harder, rougher, and with a delicious edge. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, Lia.”