Deceitful Vows by Brook Wilder
Chapter 22
Paige
Andrei points toward the cart, his nostrils flaring, and I crawl between the two vehicles to take shelter. Staying close to the ground, I watch him rise to his feet and scan the landscape with his finger on the trigger. He towers over me to survey our surroundings, daring anyone to even try and hurt me. When he turns away for a moment, I nearly reach out to grab his ankle and keep him from going.
But he doesn’t move away. He doesn’t move. He won’t leave my side.
Panting, I lie facedown in the thick grass and will my body to relax. I feel protected, and my body slowly heats up from the intense kiss we just shared a few moments ago.
He’s not like any other man I’ve ever met. A man has never acted like this for me. I’ve had to make my own way to the bar to get drinks while on a date or ignore catcalls by men who claimed they wanted to know me.
But with Andrei … No matter what has happened, he has risked his life for me.
Something tells me that I won’t catch Andrei with Carole’s big mouth around his cock when I come home one day.
My mind turns to what he said. I’m in danger, but never when he’s around. Am I a hostage? Or am I really his wife? And when he kissed me just now … I close my eyes and take a shuddering breath. Relax, Paige. Relax. Don’t forget that he kidnapped you!
He takes a step away, craning his neck to see behind a tree, but never keeping me out of his sight. In the evening light, I see his men moving into the tree line like wolves. I cover my ears and wait for the inevitable gunshots. My eyes turn back to him. His broad shoulders tighten slightly as he aims his gun. His eyes narrow against the dying sun, masking the anonymous threat in the trees.
His expression changes abruptly when he approaches me, and I realize that my hand is pressed against my lips. I gaze at him as if he’s a dream and fidget against my dress. Andrei studies me and looks pleased as he puts his gun away and lies down beside me, his arms pulling me against him. I snuggle up to his warmth and rub my cheek against his muscular chest. I fidget again, rubbing my legs together as a traitorous drip of desire slowly snakes through me.
“You’re safe,” he whispers against my neck before he kisses it. “But don’t you dare run again.”
His icy warning snaps me out of it, but it’s too late to back away. Andrei’s hand tightly grips my thigh as he buries his face against my neck. His tongue darts out over my neck and slowly descends toward my cleavage, pushed tight against the dress. A gasp tumbles from my lips and in that singular moment, I wish I could be out of this dress.
“Don’t rip it.”
He smirks. I realize too late how loud I must’ve sounded.
I wonder if he also knows how wet I am.
He buries his nose against my neck, and his grip is a little too tight on my thigh. I run my fingers through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed waves. Andrei looks up with a hazy gaze and keeps his eyes on me. His eyes pin me in place as his hand slowly inches up my stocking. His fingers sweep under the garter. He leans in close and takes a sniff of my hair.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch the effect I’m having on him. He said at the last wedding that he wanted me. I thought he was lying, but his touch proves that he was telling the truth.
His mouth grazes my lips as his fingers brush my panties.
My breathing quickens as I grip the grass in my fists. My legs part at his touch. I can’t help moaning. When was the last time I looked forward to sex?
He pulls back for a moment and smirks, pleased with the way I’m losing it for him.
I open my legs a little wider, and he dives back in for another kiss as his thumb slips under the lace. My eyes shut as his fingers slip beneath my soaked panties. Slowly, he parts me and I sigh again as I savor the sensation building in my core. He pulls his body close to mine, and I open my legs fully to him without thinking.
I part my lips as he nuzzles my neck, leaving behind little bites on my skin—not to hurt but to speed up my desire. I moan again as his thumb brushes my swollen clit. Oh God … I want to fuck.
I want to fuck him.
I can imagine his solid body over mine, my legs wrapped tight around his hips. I moan louder as my wetness coats his fingers. He explores me and when I moan, he sweeps his finger over my clit again. Panting, I wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me.
He adjusts his body. But I pull harder. I want to feel his weight. I want him to rip this dress off me and bury himself deep inside me.
“Admit it,” he whispers as he pushes my panties to the side. “This is real.”
Yes …
His finger enters me and I throw back my head. I clench around him as he adds a second one. My hips move against him shamelessly as I ride his fingers, soaking them in my desire.
“I want to hear you scream,” he whispers. “I want to feel your nails digging into my back.”
I nod and bite my lips as his finger sweeps over me again. My pussy pulses and my mouth opens wider. I can barely catch my breath.
“I want you, devushka,” he whispers. “I want to feel you wrapped around me. Tight and wet and mine.”
My hands pull at his jacket at that final word, and my eyes plead for him to take it off. Whatever he wants of me, I want of him. I want him to hold nothing back, to push my legs apart and use me right here and now until his name is the only thing on my lips.
“What do you want?” he whispers.
My voice is lost, and my words sound like a needy whine. I shut my eyes again, and suddenly, he stops. Panting, I look at him as he lifts off me. No! Come back! I try to follow his gaze over my head. Oh God, are we about to be shot?
But to my surprise, Andrei doesn’t look concerned.
He looks pissed as hell.
