Page 21 of Velvet Chains
The air between us is thick with tension, with a lust so tangible I can almost taste it. The way he’s watching me, his eyes dark and hungry, makes my stomach clench, and my thighs press together.
I stop in front of him, our gazes locked, the silence heavy and charged. He reaches out, his hands gripping my hips, and spins me around in one swift motion. I gasp, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Hold still,” Victor tells me, his voice authoritative as his fingers grasp the zipper of my dress.
I obey instinctively, my body freezing in place as I feel the whisper of his touch against my spine. He slowly drags the zipper down, each tooth releasing with a soft snick that seems to echo in the charged silence between us.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I can hear the hint of a smirk in his tone. “See how much easier things are when you listen to your husband?”
I bite back a snappy response, sensing that now is not the time to challenge him. Not when he’s so carefully controlling his strength, his movements precise and almost gentle as he unzips me, slowly and torturously dragging the zipper down.
I shiver as the cool air hits my exposed back, the dress parting inch by tantalizing inch until it reaches the end of my tailbone.
Victor’s breathing is heavy, faster now. I can feel the heat of him, the barely restrained desire radiating off his body.
I let the dress fall, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties and bra. My back is to him, but I can picture the look on his face, the way his eyes are probably devouring every curve, every inch of newly bared skin.
“Victor,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
“Yes, wife?” His response is strained, rougher than before.
I swallow hard, my next words a challenge and a plea all at once. “Do you want to consummate our marriage now?”
Chapter 9
Laura
HOLY GUACAMOLE, did my brain just take a vacation to Crazytown?
I bite my lips hard, freezing in place.
The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I’m about to turn, to face him, when suddenly his hands are on me, spinning me around and pulling me down onto the bed.
He hovers over me, his eyes blazing with a hunger that steals my breath. “You have no idea how badly I want that tight pussy of yours,” he rasps, his hand sliding up my thigh.
My pussy clenches tightly. My mind is a chaotic mess of conflicting desires.
But before his hand can reach my wet core, I grab it and place it over my heart, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. For a brief moment, everything feels right.
This feels good.
He is alive.
With my other hand, I reach out to caress his bruised face, my fingers gently tracing the swollen skin around his eye, the cut on his lip. In the depths of his eyes, I see a flicker of something unexpected. Something raw and vulnerable.
“But you are still an ass,” I tease.
Victor exhales a heavy sigh before he speaks, the sound heavy with something that might be regret. “I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, surprising both of us. “About what I said earlier.”
I bite my lip again, feeling caught off guard by his apology. “It’s okay,” I reply softly. “What you said wasn’t… wrong.”
Victor’s jaw clenches, his gaze darting away briefly before returning to mine. “No, it was a dick move. You’re in a shitty situation, no question. Broke, cheated, ripped away from your life…”
“Wow, thanks for listing all my wounds in one go—again. Really twisting that knife, aren’t you?” I shake my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips as I interrupt his attempt at an apology.
Victor’s hand moves from my chest, his fingers grazing my jaw before coming to rest gently against my lips, silencing me. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not a man of sweet words, little firecracker.”
Lip tucked under my teeth, I peer at him. “Did the great Victor Morozov just admit to being less than perfect? I never thought I’d see the day.”
