Page 55 of Captured Solace

Into my mind flooded every vivid, dirty detail of the weekend and a flush of heat moved up my throat. Would it be the same now that we were home? The last few days felt like a dream, but now that I was home, I wondered if things would go back to the way they were before.

My worries were assuaged at bedtime when Viktor pressed me to the bed. His fingers moved down my thigh, delving beneath my panties and pushing into me. I gasped at the intrusion, a need to be filled by more than just his fingers flooding me. We tore at each other’s clothes, our panting breaths cutting the stillness, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I heard him spit in his hand and rub it over my entrance. Then his cock was in me, stretching my sore flesh and filling me in a glorious mix of pain and pleasure.

There was something satisfying about him fucking me like this in our marriage bed. For weeks, we’d done nothing more than lay beside each other, our bodies close, but never touching. Now he fucked me like he was starving, his lean body taking everything from me until I shook and gasped with pleasure beneath him.

After he ruined me, he had the audacity to get up and walk unbothered to the window to have a cigarette. I watched him lean out the window, the cool air that smelled like evening wafting in. My body was weak, still tingling and hot from what he’d done, and deep inside, I was content.

Chapter Twelve

Viktor

The call I’d gotten on Saturday had thrown everything off. Our spy, who had infiltrated the Irish organization months ago, had turned. Leonid caught him meeting one of the men from the Boston outfit in a diner late at night and he shot him in the parking lot. Of course, only after having gotten enough information to know that, while he hadn’t followed through with betraying us, he’d planned to that evening.

All this meant that I had to start from square one with another spy and I wouldn’t be able to make my move until later on this spring. I needed to visit Lucien first, before we provoked an attack from the Irish, to ensure our relationship was rock solid. I couldn’t risk making a move in Boston without knowing for certain that Lucien would be forced to defend us.

Monday morning, I loaded our bags into the sports car and went inside to rouse my wife from wherever she hid. She lay curled up in the corner of the living room, dressed in jeans and an oversize sweater. Her tank of creatures she’d pulled from the marsh sat on the table beside her as she quietly sketched pictures of tadpoles and fish.

“Ready to go, baby?”

She frowned. “I can’t leave my tadpoles.”

“Sienna,” I said, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She jumped and got to her feet. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

She flounced down the front steps and got into the passenger side, slamming the door shut in her wake. I sighed as I locked the front door and got into the car. We were both quiet as I pulled out onto the road and headed toward the highway.

Sienna didn’t speak for the majority of the long drive. I could tell she was anxious and I was beginning to feel a flicker of anger at Lucien for everything he’d put her through. Yes, she was headstrong, but only when treated badly and forced into situations where she felt trapped. I’d learned that over the last several weeks and it had made my opinion of Lucien drastically drop.

He hadn’t bothered to ever ask her what she wanted. No, he’d simply told her how her life was going to be and he’d forced her to go along with it. No wonder she’d been difficult to deal with. I would have hated being under someone’s thumb in that way too.

“Can we get a hotel instead of staying with Lucien?” she asked as we drew near the city.

I glanced over, reaching out to take her hand. It was warm and small in mine. “I think he’d take that as a snub.”

“I don’t care if I snub him.”

“Sienna, I understand that your cousin isn’t your favorite person, but I have an alliance with him that a lot of people are depending on. I need you to behave yourself,” I said. “Or I will correct you.”

She arched her brow. “Correct me?”

I glanced over at her, meeting her dark gaze. “You could do with a spanking, baby.”

A flush crept up her face and she twisted her fingers. That was new. I studied her, wondering when she’d started blushing in response to my flirtations instead of biting back. Perhaps sometime over the weekend, after I’d fucked all that insolence out of her.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered.

I stroked her palm. “I would if you deserved it. So behave yourself, be polite to your cousin. He will respect you because you’re my wife and you have my name now, not his. He wants the alliance to work out just as much as I do.”

There was a long silence and then she released a sigh and crossed her arms. “It’s incredibly misogynistic, but fine.”

I touched her chin. “Good girl.”

When we arrived at the Esposito mansion, it was late and golden light spilled from the windows. It was chilly and there was a light layer of snow on the ground as we moved up the stairs. Sienna stood at my side, her lips pressed together as I rang the doorbell.

Footsteps sounded and Duran appeared. His gaze fell on us and he embraced Sienna, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. I heard him mutter something in Italian in her ear and she nodded twice and they both glanced at me. I let them have their moment and then I extended my hand to Duran as he released Sienna.

“Good to see you again,” he said.

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