Page 109 of The Payback

“You want my cum?”

She nods, making a sound of affirmation as she mewls below me.

“I’m gonna fill you so good, baby. Gonna watch it drip from your cunt and shove it all back in where it belongs. You’re mine, Eleanor, and good wives take everything their husbands give them.”

I reach for her again, pulling her upward until her back is to my chest, both on our knees in the centre of our bed as I fuck her into ecstasy. I move my hand to her clit, toying with it and rubbing tight circles around her bud. When her pussy flutters around me again, I shove my cock deep inside her and slap her clit again.

She cries out as she comes, trembling in my arms and gripping my arm as an anchor. My release barrels through me, stealing my breath and the last of my doubts and insecurities.

I gently guide her torso down again, leaving her ass in the air as I pull out. She whimpers as my cock slips free, and I sit back on my heels and keep a hand on her hip.

A few seconds later, with a pulse of aftershock, some of my cum leaks from her cunt, and true to my word, I gather it with my fingers and push it back inside her.

Her moan is feral when I brush her G-spot, and she tries to squirm away. I stop her by tightening my grip and repeating the process when more slips free.

I may not be able to get her pregnant, but fuck, do I want to.

CHAPTERFORTY

Eleanor

Two days before the gala,I’m ready to pull my hair out again. Jesus. When will this end? Instead of reviewing everything for the millionth time, we’re off to the opera with Sergei and Oksana.

Dimitri smooths his hands over my shoulders and sends a shiver down my spine. He leans in close, kissing the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“You look ravishing,” he says, taking a deep inhale of my perfume. “And you smell even better. We should just cancel and stay home.”

“We can’t cancel,” I say, a bit of longing in my voice because, honestly, that sounds fantastic.

“What if I sweeten the deal?” His fingertips trail up and down my arms.

I hum, pretending to give the offer real consideration. “What did you have in mind?”

“I could strip you out of this dress, tear it from your body thread by thread.” His fingers land on the zipper at my side, tugging it down just an inch. “Then I can slip these heels off of you, leaving you in just your lingerie—touching you, licking every inch of your skin until you’re a trembling mess in my arms.”

Lord, this man.

“After that, when you beg me to take you, I’d pick you up, wrap your thighs around my waist, and carry you to bed, where I’d tuck you in, hand you a book, and beg that you just relax for a minute.”

I turn in his arms and swat his chest.

“What?” he asks playfully. “Did you think I was gonna fuck you? You fell asleep for nearly twenty-four hours the last time we did that. That alone tells me you’re working too hard. Can’t have that.”

“Let’s go!” Nik calls from the entryway of our suite. “The car’s already downstairs! We’re going to be late.”

Dimitri drops his head to my shoulder and groans against me.

“If you’d offered me sex, maybe I would have changed my mind,” I tease.

He chuckles, his warm, minty breath enveloping my senses. Since he declared his love, Dimitri has been more open. More playful. It’s both fascinating and strange to see, but I love getting to know the new side of my husband he’s kept shielded for so long.

My shield. The same way I’m his Sabre.

I wish we could stay in and continue getting to know one another, but we must go to this opera thing. It’s not my first choice, but Oksana said we needed a night out before the big gala.

As if we don’t have forty million things to worry about. No, no. Instead, we have to leave the comfort of our little bubble and put on our facades for a few hours.

“Come on,” I say, taking Dimitri’s hand in mine, dragging him out of the closet, and finding Nik in our entryway. He looks incredible in the tux he’s wearing. He forgoes the bow tie, but it’s impeccably tailored, the same way that Dimitri’s is, and they both look incredible.

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