Page 72 of The Mistake

Even as darkness swirled in her gaze as she stared right back at me, I didn’t give a fuck. I craved this woman. This made her a danger. She was turning into my weakness. I’d have to make sure she was taken care of. When we got back to the city, she was going to need more protection, more men, and I’d need to make Hubert aware of his responsibility toward her.

What the fuck am I even thinking? I didn’t want a wife.

“Are you okay?” Charlotte asked.

I forced a smile to my lips, took the pool stick from her, and walked to the pool table. The balls were all in position. I lined the white ball in place, took aim and shot, dispersing the balls throughout the table. I wasn’t going to answer her. I didn’t know if I was fine or not. I’d not wanted this marriage. Charlotte was the last woman on earth I wanted to be married to and yet, here I was, with her.

“Let me see how you play.”

She nibbled her lips and I stared at the curve of her body—the way her ass looked as she leaned forward, the fullness of her tits. I tried to avoid staring at her, but now there was no reason for me to look away.

Slavik, Andrei, and now me. I can’t help but wonder what the fuck Ivanwas doing.

She leaned over the table and held the pool stick awkwardly. She squinted at the ball and then took aim, which was way off as the ball went past all others, and just hit the other end.

“You’re too focused on hitting the one ball. You’re hitting that ballregardless, what you need to do is focus on where you’re aiming.”

“You don’t think I was doing that? I wasn’t even looking at the white ball, I was looking at that one.” She pointed her finger to one green ball that had been only a few inches in front.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” She blew out a breath. “What’s the point?” She dropped her hand to her waist.

Putting my pool stick aside, I chuckle. “Everything requires practice and I can show you.”

And so, for the next hour, I held my wife, tilting her hips, getting her into position, feeling her ass nestled against my dick as she attempted to learn to shoot some of the balls. I wanted her again so badly. My dick ached to feel her wrapped around my cock.

I don’t know at what point she began to feel it, but we were both leaning across the pool table. My dick rested against her ass, but I felt her start to wriggle on my dick. The movement was slight at first. If I’d not been so close to her I wouldn’t have felt it. Just a slight twitch of her ass, subtle, but it was there. It made me want to grab her ass, fuck her hard, hold her down, and have my way with her.

Charlotte was new. She had no experience. Everything she learned was because of me.It made her even more tempting. She was all mine, and I’d never had anything that was mine before. Not all mine. My territory, even myself, I belonged to Ivan Volkov.

Then I realized Ivan had given me something. He’d given me Charlotte. Was that what he was doing? Rewarding us? I didn’t know if many men saw marriage as a reward, I certainly didn’t.

Ivanwas always one step ahead of the game. He’s a man who knows what he’s doing. He plots and plans everything. I have no doubt he already had plans for Victor and Peter.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” I asked, gripping the fine curves of her ass. I hold her steady.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know what I want,” Charlotte said, her voice somewhat breathy.

I can’t help but grit my teeth. Where had this woman come from? I knew where she had, but how?

“Are you not sore?” I asked.

Iwas trying to be the gentleman, but Charlotte was not making it easy.

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Lottie

I’m a little sore, but that isn’t going to stop me. All day, I’ve been trying to gain Ive’s attention, and it’s been one challenge after another. Is the man made of freaking ice? Am I not that attractive? Actually, I don’t even want to think about that, because the truth was, I didn’t see myself as particularly attractive. I’m nothing like Cassie, but I’m offering willing sex, doesn’t that count for something?

Ive spun me around and pressed me up against the pool table. He lifted me up and perched my ass on the end of the table, and it’s a little uncomfortable because my ass is bigger than the edge of the table. His hands slowly move up the outside of my thighs and then stop.

“Are you sore?” he asked the question again, and I can’t help but nibble my lip. He’s so close, I feel the hard ridge of his cock.

“No.” It’s not a total lie. I’m a little sore, but not sore enough to say no. I want to feel him inside me.

“You’re lying,” he said.

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