Deceitful Lies by Brook Wilder
Chapter 29
Paige
I smell the sweat on Andrei and see blood smeared across his glowing skin. It turns me on, knowing what he’s done, though I claim to hate it. It has the opposite effect—his sweaty, bloodied skin touching mine—and works like an aphrodisiac.
Andrei tugs my hips against his pelvis, and I relax into him, willing him to go farther. He slides his large hands along my hips until he’s firmly holding the curve of my ass. Andrei lifts me up, and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.
“Careful of your bruise,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He smiles cruelly. “You can’t hurt me even if you try.”
Andrei carries me easily into the bedroom, and his hard muscles make me feel girly. He lowers me onto the bed and positions himself over me, and his huge arms cage me underneath him. His intense gaze moves over my body, and I feel naked despite my tee and knit leggings. Excitement heightens my anticipation as I wait for his next move.
Despite my doubts about us, my body responds willingly to the sexy sight of him above me. I try to hold my body still, but my arousal makes my pussy wet, and I start to squirm. My gaze stays latched onto his as my chest rises and falls in my thin tee. Right now, I’m in no position to deny my husband anything.
And the fucked-up thing is, I don’t want to deny him anything.
Andrei leans down close as if to kiss me. But he shifts slightly and draws a line down my neck with the tip of his nose. He inhales the scent of lemon soap and perspiration off my skin. I tilt my head back, moaning as his mouth touches the sensitive skin at the base.
“I smell your scent,” he whispers. “It makes me want to devour you.”
He nips at my neck, sending chills through me. I pull off my tee and quickly unhook my bra, tossing them both onto the floor. His hand caresses my breast as he lowers his mouth onto my hard nipple. I move underneath him, and arousal swells my pussy with each shimmy of my hips. My fingers hold onto his broad shoulders, feeling the smooth texture of his skin and the sinewy muscles underneath. My hands slide to his thick hair, and I plunge my fingers into it. My loud sighs beg for more as I part my thighs.
Andrei kneels beside the bed as his mouth lowers to my waist. His hands push underneath the waistband of my leggings as he pulls them down my legs. I gasp when he presses a hard kiss under my navel. Lifting my hips, I wiggle as he yanks my leggings off with one motion, taking my panties with them.
Andrei stands up, towering over my naked body. The bulge in his boxers is large and heavy, pressing against the thin fabric. Smirking, he looks down on me, helpless and willing. I watch him pull off his boxers and part my legs wider, showing him how soaked I am.
“On your hands and knees.” His voice is deeper. “Give me your beautiful ass.”
I’m surprised to hear Andrei talk that way. He only talks rudely when he’s threatening a rival with bodily harm. But I’m not shocked enough to be put off, not with that hungry look in his eyes. He’s making me feel sexy and willing to put on a show for him. Keeping my eyes on him, I roll over to my hands and knees, position my ass in the air, and look over my shoulder with suggestive eyes.
His hand trails down my bare body, stopping on my ass. I squeal when he spanks me once and then gives my cheek a possessive squeeze. It’s so crude, but I swear I’m wetter being treated this way. Catching my breath, I feel two of his fingers push into my drenched pussy. The penetration straightens my back as he pumps his fingers. Andrei makes me pant as I wiggle my ass, pretending it’s his cock, balls deep in me.
“Good girl,” he growls.
It took me a while to realize that I need to act like I appreciate when Andrei is being possessive. Since then, my life here has been easier. The jewels, the designer clothes, the personal guards, and the countless gifts—he showers me with everything except the only thing I truly want: his love.
Moaning, I wiggle my ass on his fingers deep in my pussy. I moan loudly as I rock my body and tell him I wish it was his cock. I look over my shoulder, and his hand squeezes his thick cock while he watches me. A bead of precum is on the tip, and I instantly lick my lips.
Every second, my pleasure amplifies with each stroke of his fingers. I glance at the look of restless desire etched on his face. His hungry gaze is intense as he watches my moves, and I wonder if he’ll admit his feelings tonight. He adds another finger, and I feel waves of pleasure wash over my skin, causing goose bumps. My breath quickens, and I’m soon gasping as a fierce orgasm rushes through me, shaking my body onto the bed.
The intensity melts away until I’m left breathless, but Andrei doesn’t give up. His touch remains insistent, pushing against my sweet spot until I lose control again. I feel myself tighten around his fingers as though my body is bound in pleasure.
My cheeks flush, and my pulse races as I scream.
I lie on the bed, spent and curled in a ball. But he doesn’t leave me alone. His hands grab my hips, pulling me up, and I feel his hardness enter my pussy, stretching me until I can’t think. A murmur of pleasure escapes my lips as he pushes into me, and I adjust my hand to brace myself against the headboard. His thrusts are firm and deep, and my body is desired by the only man I want and can never leave.
Andrei starts moving at a rapid pace, his hard cock sliding inside my wetness, filling me completely. His eyes are blazing, ravenous and possessive. His strong hands move from my ass to my waist, clamping down on it and tugging me back. Another climax deep inside me coils like a spring. I gasp for breath as his sweaty forehead touches my back and his teeth scrape along the slick skin. The closeness pushes me over the edge, and I scream out as release frees me.
He lets go of my waist and presses me forward, pushing me down until my face rests on the bed as he continues to fuck me. I obey his silent command and stretch my arms in front of me. His moaning increases, and he braces his hand beside my shoulder, adding more leverage to his thrusts. Fast breaths overshadow the pain. I can’t hold on. I tighten my pussy around his cock and he curses loudly, grabbing my waist again and holding me still. His control is completely gone as he comes savagely.
I collapse a second time on the bed and feel as if I’ve recovered a little bit of my control in this lopsided relationship. We lie beside each other in silence, and I wait to see if Andrei will open up to me again. But Andrei is lost in thought, and I am shut out. I sigh louder than I meant while tugging the pillow under my head.
“Viktor will be welcomed with open arms into our Bratva as soon as he has his initiation ceremony.”
I stare at him as he lies in our bed, talking idly about Bratva business. Anger burns through me. He only has three topics with me—the Bratva, the Bratva, and the Bratva. He ignores what I must be feeling.
Does he even care?
I feel utterly ignored. Andrei takes me to heights of pleasure I’ve never experienced before, but when it’s over, he never thinks about us unless it involves the Bratva.
“Go to your office,” My voice is hoarse from screaming. “I’m not interested in murder today.”
He lies motionless as if he didn’t hear me, not saying anything. As if he didn’t just fuck my brains out. Is this what it will be like when he finds a mistress? Lying beside him, talking about guns, drugs, and bullshit? I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. And doubt sweeps back into my head. Panic tries to grip me, so I can’t breathe. What have I done by pushing Andrei away?
“Will Viktor receive the tattoos he’s earned?” I ask, trying again.
Andrei gets up and disappears into his closet, and when he steps into the room, he’s fully dressed in a suit with a tie. “I am the pakhan, not you.”
He glares at me until I look sheepishly at him. Then the door closes, and I finally fall back into bed, crying.
