Page 41 of Devil's Bride

“Yet you shot one of them over a woman—”

“I shot him because he insulted my wife,” I cut in. My chest swells with anger just remembering Igor calling her a whore and a breeding mare. I should have taken his tongue instead. “I don’t care who it is, Irina. I’ll shoot a hundred men and kill a thousand more for insulting you. You’re mine, no one gets to disrespect you.”

“Jesus…” She shakes her head. “You don’t even love me and you’re this overprotective? You’re a madman.”

I inch closer to her, closing the gap between us. She visibly tenses and lowers her head. I place a finger under her chin and lift her face to mine. “I’ll remain a madman if that is what I have to be to give you everything you deserve.”

Her lips pout. They’re plump and inviting. I want to on suck them until they’re swollen and pleading for more than just a kiss.

“What do you think I deserve?”

“Respect worthy of a queen, and a man who’ll worship the very ground you walk on.” I lean in and caress her earlobe with my breath, then I whisper, “A man who’ll worship your beautiful body.”

She raises her hand and curls it around my neck. “Show me how I should be worshipped, Alexei.”

I smile and pull back to look into her eyes. “Is that you pleading?”

She holds my gaze. Her eyes are dark with lust. “I don’t beg for what is mine.”

My cock throbs to the firm possessiveness in her voice. I’m on my knees before I know it. I raise her dress and shift her panties aside. She’s dripping wet. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, seeping into my head and turning me into a feral beast.

I part her legs gently and slide a finger between her pussy lips.

She jerks. Her fingers glide into my hair, and she parts her legs to grant me easier access.

“How long have you been wet, Irina?” I ask, my fingers flickering on her folds and clit.

“Since…” Her voice breaks, the words struggling to escape her lips. “I’ve missed you, Alexei.”

I know she did. I’ve been away for four days, handling business. We’re expecting a shipment soon. Weapons for our arms trades. With the Phoenix lurking in the dark, I’ve been making sure the shipments will arrive with no problems, and it did this morning.

“How much did you miss me?” I ask, increasing the pressure of my fingers between her legs.

“So much that I masturbated to the thought of you.” She moans and clutches my hair tighter. “So much that I was horny and angry and came to the thought of your tongue on me.”

Fucking hell.

My cock strains painfully against my slacks as I get harder. Mental images of Irina touching herself while thinking of me flash in my head. It’s beautiful and sensual. The truth is, I jerked off to pictures of her on several occasions while I was away. That is how much she intoxicates me.

The sound of her wetness against my fingers inflames me. I position my head between her legs and take a lick of her juices. She cries out in pleasure. She moans so sweetly that I can feel myself harden even more.

I press my tongue firmly against her clit, swiping and licking, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

Every nerve in my body is aroused, every single cell in me is burning with need. When I slide a finger inside her, her walls clench, loosening up a bit as I start to fuck her with it.

Her eyes close, her head lolls back, and the expression on her face is one shrouded in ecstasy. My chest swells with pride that I’m the one making her feel this way.

I know she’s about to come when her cries become louder and she holds my hair a little tighter. I thrust and pull my fingers out faster, pressing my tongue firmer against her clit.

“Fuck…yes…” she cries. “Alexei…I’m coming…”

Her cries fill me pleasure and even more feral need. I don’t stop until her climax explodes from her. She jerks violently, and I steady her with one of my hands.

Raising myself to my feet, I claim her lips. She tastes like negroni, and mixed with the taste of her orgasm is a dangerous combination, one that is driving me insane.

She kisses me back and I groan, deepening our kiss and pushing her against her vanity table. Her nipples poke against me through her dress. I’m ablaze for direct contact so I rip her dress off her, while she begins to unbutton my shirt.

When we’re both half-naked, I press our bodies together and kiss her again, more deeply this time, ravenously. The static that raises every hair on my body is beyond lust. It’s electric and something more.

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