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Just as he finished speaking, I felt a fiery pleasure chasing behind the pain. He sunk deep into me, and I felt fullness I had never felt before settle inside me. I pulsed around his shaft, and he grunted, his cock jumping inside me in response. He withdrew almost to his tip before he thrusted inside again.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” I clung to his arms for dear life, my legs beginning to tremble even as his hips lowered and he pushed in deep and hard again.

“It is not God you should call right now, Elena,” Maksim teased, holding my gaze, and increasing the speed of his hips. I cried out as pleasure began to build from somewhere deep inside me, like a tsunami that I knew was going to overwhelm me.

He grabbed my breast, his hand covering it completely as he massaged and pinched my nipples, adding a new pleasure point to my raging arousal as he pumped in and out of me.

“Say it,” he commanded, flicking my nipple as he continued pounding my pussy. “Whose cock are you covering in your juices right now?”

“Yours!” I mewled, my vision beginning to blur slightly as the wave of my orgasm approached. I felt every thrust deep in my groin, and the longer we went, the faster his thrusts became. I fisted my hands into his hair, and tears flowed freely from my eyes, but I loved every moment of it.

“Ohh,” I cried out, as he thrust harder and braced himself over me, his breath grating in my ear as he whispered. “And whose cock are you coming on right now?”

The pressure inside me exploded as his cock pressed hard into me, practically kissing my womb. My climax tore out of me with enough force to take my breath away, yet I choked out my response, screaming his name until my throat was hoarse. “Maksim!!”

I felt his dick jump inside me again as he pumped me full of his cum, his heavy load coating my insides in a primal act of possession and marking me as his.

“That’s right baby,” he groaned in my ear. “And this is the only cock you will ever come on for the rest of your life.”

Maksim dominated me, but he paced me at the same time. My first orgasm left me breathless. And then I had another and another. Each one felt like I was getting struck by a bolt of lightning, leaving me in a daze, everything else became fuzzy around us.

When we eventually called it quits, we were both covered in sweat and lay breathless on the bed. Suddenly, a throaty laugh escaped him.

“What?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“I just fucked my enemy, and she thoroughly enjoyed it,” he said in a gravelly voice and kissed my shoulder.

“Urgh, you’re so infuriating.” I turned my back to him. Unbelievable!

“Hey, just ironic, don’t you think? But it was fucking awesome, my wife.”

His last words sent an undeniable warmth through my heart.

He was right, the thought made me laugh myself, but I won’t admit that to him.

Maksim draped his big, strong arms around me and pulled me closer to him.

As I felt his warm, naked body against mine, cocooned together as if we had done this a hundred times before, a wave of security and protection washed over me. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle strokes of his hands soothed me to sleep.

My insides ached and burned, but the pain was insignificant in comparison to the comfort I felt falling asleep in his arms. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I never wanted to leave that position. I wanted this night to last forever.

Chapter 11 - Maksim

The sound of a soft sigh woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting as sunlight filtered in through the curtains. I tensed, careful not to make any sudden moves, painfully aware of the woman lying in my arms. My wife.

My lips tilted up in a smirk as I watched her sleep. Her face scrunched up as she released yet another sigh before snuggling deeper into me until her face was hidden from my sight. I shouldn’t enjoy the feeling as much as I did and yet I couldn’t stop myself. I caressed her hair softly.

I had never allowed myself to form any meaningful relationships because of the risks that came with being in the mafia, but I still had physical needs and an insatiable appetite for the womenfolk.

There have been many women who have graced my bed, but none have managed to make me feel half as much as I did last night. This was different. Everything felt more natural and wonderful than any other fuck I've ever had.

Fucking her should’ve been all about satisfying my needs and fulfilling my duties as a husband, no matter how little she wanted to do with me, but it was more than that. Unlike other women, where every encounter was merely transactional and devoid of emotion, with Elena there was a deep intimacy, more than would have been necessary, given that we were still strangers.

Hurting her last night had racked me up with so much guilt. But even that was not enough to curtail the excitement at the realization that she was a virgin, untouched by any other man, and as long as I lived, untouchable to anyone but me.

Last night was more wonderful than I wanted to admit. Despite her reservations about sharing the bed with her enemy, when she finally allowed herself to enjoy it, she had become a vixen in bed.

She let down her guard and succumbed to my every touch. Her stubbornness and feistiness crumbled to dust.

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