Page 28 of Twisted Vows

“To all of it?”

I nod. “All of it.”

Crushing his mouth to mine, he ravages me as he works his fingers in and out. I moan into his mouth and spread my legs.

Fireworks go off behind my eyes as I come with a full-body jerk. Maxsim hums his approval as my body clenches around his fingers until I collapse. Shaking and spent, he holds me with one strong arm as he slips his fingers out and slides them into my mouth.

Dizzy, I watch him lazily lick his fingers, savoring my taste.

“Never tasted anything better in my life, Mrs. Volkov.”

Happiness floods my cells, and I close my eyes, wondering how I will survive this union.

I watch my husband push himself to his feet and peel off his clothes. Shoes and sox go first. Thank God. Even someone as sexy as Maxsim couldn’t come back from the whole black sox thing. Next comes the shirt. One stupid button at a time.

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch inch by beautiful inch of his body revealed. Drool-worthy. Of course. He’s not muscle-bound, but every inch of strength is from a hard won battle.

Nerves begin to flutter in my stomach…the adrenaline from earlier has disappeared, and now that I’m faced with…him. “Maxsim—there is something you should know. It’s not a big deal but—”

“Your reputation is more fiction than fact,” he says simply, dropping his pants in one swift motion.

“Well, yes.” I sit up and feel self-conscious in a way that I never have. Like I’m caught on my back foot. “But I have—”

His hand goes up as he pulls my lounge pants off and then slides my top over my head. “Don’t need the details.”

I huff out a breath and swat his hand away as he slides his finger under one strap of my bra. His cheeks are slashed with red, and his breaths are short. “I think it would be best if—”

“Ari,” he lifts me up and settles me on the pile of pillows. “If you give me a name, I will have to kill the son of a bitch.” He leans back on his knees. “Right now, you have no blood on your hands.”

Never one to obey, I scoot up so I’m able to look him in the eye. “Steve.”

Each muscle in his body stills. “Some fucking American.”

I smirk, knowing this will be the last second I have the upper hand. “Chinese.”

“What?” he roars. “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“I have Amazon Prime, and they deliver straight to my door. Usually within twenty-four hours.” His face is blank, and I hold back a smile. “Steve is purple and has a whole range of settings.” Trailing my fingers down his chest, I bite my lip. “By the looks of your straining jockeys, you’ll measure up just fine.”

A crack of laughter that shakes the windows falls out of my husband’s mouth as he rolls me over so I’m lying underneath him. “But kudos to you for finding the magic spot on your first try. It took Steve and I a whole month to discover it.”

“You have no idea how fucking happy I’m about to make you.”

Leaning up, I press our mouths together. “There isn’t much to recommend this whole marriage thing, so believe me, I am counting on your reputation being one hundred percent true.”

Responding in Russian, he kisses me like we’re about to die. “English, please.”

“Your language doesn’t have the right words.

“For what?”

“How incredibly beautiful you are.”

His gaze never wavers, and I catch a flicker of something raw and unguarded before his mask slips back on.

My very own demon, will he ever lower his guard?

His mouth lowers to my breast before I can come up with an answer. He sucks my nipple through the lace of my bra, and I can’t think—only feel. His touch is both a demand and a promise.

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