Page 43 of His Disobedient Bride

“Get your ass upstairs, Cerise,” I growl.

Then I turn to Dmitri. “This is your fault, so clean this shit up,” I say, indicating where the Ivanovich boss is slumped, his blood dripping on the floor.

Dmitri glances at his body, then at Cerise, and he and Frederik exchange worried looks, but they don’t say anything. They know Cerise is mine to do what I want with, and I don’t accept interference.

She’s already heading up the stairs.

I make her keep going, up one set of stairs after another.

When we get to the top floor, I say, “That was my kill,” to her, to see what she does.

She doesn’t turn around.

“No, it wasn’t,” she says. “The offense was against me for the killing the women.”

I reach around, grab her jaw, pull her back around to look at me. “It was against me,” I say. “I am the Bratva Angel and it would have been my wife killed in the attack.”

“It was time,” she says, biting her lip slightly.

I turn to the nearby window, hopping up on the stone sill and looking a few stories down at the back of the house that slopes down to the sea. For a second, I check the positions of our guards automatically, and I am satisfied. The Ivanovich Bratva is no more, and we have a new alliance that strengthens us. Thanks to my wife’s quick thinking.

But she still needs to remember who her husband is.

I step down off the window and into the air, and I can hear her shriek. My arms hook back around the sill and I look up at her as she rushes up to me.

“What are you doing?” she cries out.

“Get your pussy over here,” I say. “We’ll see if you can come before my arms give out.”

“I’m not doing that!” Cerise shrieks, but I move one arm, hanging with only the other over the side.

“You’re a goddamn fucking psycho,” she wails.

And I am. But I can see her walk closer to me, her hands going to the button on her shorts.

She knows I don’t take no for an answer.

“Over my mouth,” I say, and she quickly shimmies the shorts down the curves of her legs. I can feel her trembling as she kneels on the sill so her pussy is directly over my mouth.

My tongue flicks out at her, teasing around her lips first.

“Hurry up,” she says sharply, and I laugh.

“I’m going to take my time, baby.”

But when it comes to her I can’t control myself. I never could. The taste and feel of her pussy makes me ravenous for more, suddenly desperate to feel the sweet taste of her come on my tongue, running down my throat. I plunge my tongue into her wetness, loving the moan that rips from her throat.

I know she doesn’t want to moan. She can’t help it, and my power over her pleasure fills me and hardens my cock as I hang three stories off the ground.

I’m in no danger of falling. But she doesn’t need to know that.

My mouth moves to her clit, my mouth greedily sucking on her. I’m greedy for her release. I need it.

I move one hand over the sill to caress her ass, running my hands over her curves and I feel her goosebumps as she shivers. I spread her cheeks with one hand, then I push one of my fingers into her asshole.

She squeaks but I can hear her breath changing, getting faster, more heated.

“God,” she breathes, and I increase the pressure on her clit, and when I feel her thighs begin to tremble, I open my mouth and she rides my face, her orgasm coming all over me, her sweet release down my throat as I groan with pleasure.

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