Page 77 of Under Control

The old Russian grunts at me and nods once. “It’s a good idea.”

“I like it as well,” Oleg adds quickly. “Very good thinking, Tsarina.”

I frown at the nickname, but nobody explains. The conversation moves on, and the focus quickly turns toward the details of my plan and how they’re going to pull it off.

Once they have the shape of things, several of the brigadiers are dismissed to start implementing the plan. Others remain at the table, and more vodka is passed around.

Valentin gets to his feet. He stares at me with a hard, dark look, and I can’t read it. A nervous chill runs into my stomach.

“Karine. I need to speak with you.” He turns and walks to the door without another word. I get up as calmly as I can, but I’m aware of the men staring at me as I follow my husband out into the main restaurant. The poor staff is still working, even though it’s well past closing time; they’re gathered around the bar looking tired and bored, and they look over at us hopefully. Valentin ignores them, goes down the back hall toward the bathrooms, and pushes out an emergency exit door. That spits us into a narrow alley where Valentin’s car is waiting with his two guards.

“Go somewhere else,” he barks at them and yanks the back door open, glaring at me. “Get inside.”

I fucked up. I don’t know how, but I must’ve fucked up. He seems angry, like he’s barely holding himself back from tearing into me. I shouldn’t have spoken up back there, and maybe my idea was good, but I still overstepped an invisible line.

Now he’s going to punish me, and I’m fucking terrified.

Valentin climbs into the car behind me and slams the door shut. He leans forward, locks the doors, and rolls the divider up, encasing us in total privacy.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out, eyes wide. “I screwed up back there. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I should’ve?—”

Valentin grabs me roughly and buries my mouth with a rough kiss.

Chapter 27

Karine

I’m so surprise by the kiss that I barely react at first. But soon the way he roughly pulls me into his lap and spreads my legs makes my core clench with desire as a wet heat pools between my legs.

I’m suddenly very aware that I’m not wearing any underwear.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he says, turning to pin me down against the seat. I gasp as he holds my wrists above my head and kisses my neck hard. He painfully bites my lower lip and kisses me again, his thick erection pressing against my soft, wet pussy as he hikes my dress up over my hips.

“You’re not angry with me?” I ask, breathing hard as he kisses down my neck, down to my breasts, and lower still, until his face is between my legs. My fingers lace into his hair.

“Not at all,” he says as he teases my inner thigh, first one and then the other, with his devilish mouth. “I’m proud of you.”

“Proud?” I don’t understand. My heart’s racing though, and when he tongues my folds, lapping up and down, I find it hard tothink of anything other than the pleasure bursting between my legs.

He growls like a hungry beast sating himself. His fingers slide inside of me and he fucks me with them as his tongue flicks along my clit.

“You were fucking perfect in there,” he says, purring as he does it. I’m moaning and the windows are fogging up as he keeps licking me. “The way you stood up to Konstantin? Anyone else might’ve backed down, but you stood your ground and told him what you thought. It was perfect.”

“You’re not angry?”

“If I wanted you to be quiet and obedient, I would have left you at home. I wantedyouthere, not some fucking doll with tits.” His fingers go deep and he sucks my clit hard. I whimper, back arching into him. “I want a strong queen. I want a wife with a fucking spine. And that’s you, Karine, you’re so perfect it almost breaks my heart.”

I come against his mouth as he tells me how beautiful I am. The car shakes as the orgasm rips into me, and I can barely think straight when he turns me around and pins my face against the seats. His pants open, and I feel the tip of his cock moisten itself along my soaking, dripping folds, before he slowly plunges himself inside of me.

He takes me like a beast. I push back into him gasping with bliss as he fucks me. He leans forward to roll his fingers around my clit as his huge cock fills me to the brim, and his mouth finds my neck and my ear, whispering as he thrusts into me.

“I fucking need every inch of this messy, soaking pussy. You’re mine, all fucking mine, and I will make you feel it.” He grips thechoker, holding it like a collar as he continues to fill me. “You’re in my head, Karine, my wife, I can’t stop thinking about this tight pussy.”

I gasp with bliss as he fucks me harder and when he tugs on the choker, that throws me over the edge. I come a second time on his cock, shuddering with bliss as he takes me, and I feel him growl with pleasure as he comes too.

We collapse in the back seat of the car together. Sweat dribbles down between my breasts and I feel him on my thighs. I squeeze my legs together, trying not to smile. I’m lightheaded and dizzy with him.

“You should bring me to these meetings more often,” I say, nuzzling against his chest.

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