Page 16 of The Monster

Fuck me.

My office chair is a tight fit, even if it’s customized to sit two regular-sized men. She traps my legs with her own and fumbles with my belt and zipper.

As much as I want to help her, she doesn’t want me to move, so I will keep my hands to myself and let her do the work.

What my wife wants, she gets.

She opens my pants and fists my cock, and I have to white-knuckle the armrests. It feels too good. I focus on my breathing and close my eyes when she begins lowering herself on me, but she bites my earlobe, and my eyes snap open. “Open your eyes and look at me, husband.”

Jesus Christ. What kind of torture is this?

It takes Nina a few tries before she finds her rhythm, bouncing on my lap and rotating her hips before sitting back down on me again. I am about to go crazy with want.

I dig my shoes into the floor, my muscles tight, my balls aching.

Her arms around me are tighter, her movements becoming uncoordinated. I know she’s close, so I help her and slip a hand between us, but she swats it away.

“What did I say? No moving.”

My God. Who is this woman I married?

I don’t have long to answer. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she shakes in my arms. That’s when I hit release, gripping her waist and slamming into her from underneath.

And when I come hard, I yank her against my body and bury my face in her tits, growling against her skin. Her touch sears me from the inside and out, and I blow out a long breath as I realize something.

I’m in love with this woman. Hopelessly in love. She has my whole heart. She owns me, and frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

13

NINA

“Nina, your father wants to see you in the living room,” Elsa says as she enters the library, her voice carrying an unusual tension. I close my book and scrunch my forehead.

Why is he here? It’s not like him to show up unannounced. Did he time it perfectly so Nikolai is out? Did Allie tell him something?

A cold knot of anxiety tightens in my chest. I try to steady my breathing, but the sense of dread only grows stronger as I get nearer to him. Elsa and Wilma are both behind me, and Dario stands by the dining room.

Gratitude spreads through me when I realize they’re here to protect me, to step in in case Father does something.

My eyes fall on the familiar figure with his hands in his pockets, looking outside our window. He must have seen my reflection because he spins around, his expression unreadable.

My stomach churns, a heavy weight settling on it, and my throat feels as dry as a desert. “Father? What brings you here?”

As soon as his eyes meet mine, I feel a jolt of unease. His gaze is cold, assessing, and with a hint of displeasure I know all too well. It’s the same look he’s given me so many times before, the one that makes me feel small, inadequate, and a failure.

His eyes narrow just a fraction. “You got what I asked of you?”

Hostility radiates from him, and my mind races. For a second, I’m confused with what he’s saying, but it dawns on me. The information on Nikolai.

“I don’t have it.”

“You’ve been here for almost a month.” His tone is accusing, and it doesn’t even bother him that Nikolai’s staff can hear every word he says.

The same anger that flared when I had lunch with Allie and my sisters surges within me. I spent years bending over backward to please him and meet his impossible standard, and he didn’t even bother visiting my mother at the hospital when she got sick. I initially thought it was out of the goodness of his heart—what’s left of it anyway—that he took me under his wing, clothed me, fed me, and paid for my studies.

Later on, I learned he wanted something—or someone—to bargain with the Petrovs. All his daughters were married, except for me. Father is many things, but he definitely doesn’t lack foresight.

“I’m not going to do it.” The anger grows, overtaking the anxiety that gripped me just moments ago and giving me the strength I didn’t know I had. “I won’t betray my husband.”

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