Page 41 of Unholy Matrimony

“Whose blood is that, Lenya?” I push, feeling the anger rise in my chest. He had poured himself a glass of vodka, and he lowered himself into the chair behind his desk.

Leaning himself back with his legs spread, he downs the glass. “Some men from Yuri’s crew. Not sure what their names were. We were just told they needed to die. So they did.” He has a dark aura about him. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid of him at that moment.

I push, “Don’t you see how wrong this all is? You’re killing people and not knowing why? You’re blindly following the orders of someone who is going to get you killed.” I am now standing next to his chair and I turn him to face me. “Lenya, how am I supposed to raise children with you when I hate the man you have to be when you leave these walls?”

He looks up at me, and his eyes darken. “You hate me, Lina?” He rises from the chair, forcing me to step back until he has me pinned against the bookcase. He leans into me, and his scent catches me off guard. His typical cologne of cypress, lavender, and rosemary are now mixed with the deep scent of copper.

It doesn’t turn my stomach like I would have expected it to. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one of his hands, using the shelf as a leverage point. My body responds to his proximity. “Then fuck me like you hate me, malyshka2. I’d rather have you hate fuck me, than not at all. I need you.”

He tips my chin up to have my eyes meet his. “I made the choice many years ago to live this life, and now you are here living it alongside me. I told you, I wasn’t a good man, and that I would never be one. You accepted that, remember? I made you the promise that I would never hurt you, or any children we have. I would give my life to protect you.” His voice was deep. A mixture of anger and lust permeates the air, and we collide.

Our mouths and bodies do the talking that words were failing to accomplish. Lenya lifts me by my ass and I wrap my legs around him, my lips locked in his. He hikes up my skirt, damn long skirts always get in the way! Pulling my underwear to the side, his middle finger enters my pussy, feeling how wet I am for him. “Always so wet for me, aren’t you Tsvetok3?” I can feel his chest heaving against mine, the words coming out staggered.

“Tell me what you want, malyshka4?” He groans in my ear.

“I want you to fuck me, Lenya. Right here in your office.”

He takes no time in lowering me to my feet. Kneeling in front of me, he lowers my skirt and underwear, tossing them aside. He spins me around, so I am now facing the bookcase. Bending me over, I grab onto a shelf for support. Lenya pulls down his joggers under his ass and spreads his legs a bit to position himself. “If it's too much, tell me to stop and I will.”

“Just fuck me, Lenya,” I retort.

With that, he slammed inside of me. Each thrust pushes me into the bookcase. “Oh, fuck!” I scream. He is behind me, deep moans are coming from his chest. His hand is gripping my hips, and I reach for one and bring it up to my throat. He groans in approval, “You want me to choke you while I fuck you from behind?” He gives a firm squeeze and I almost come from that alone.

“Da5, please,” his thrusts are deep and powerful.

He pulls me close to him, still thrusting, and with his lips on mine says, “Are you going to come for me, Lina? Are you going to come for the muzh6 you hate so much?” He is holding me against him by my throat, and his other hand comes down on the side of my ass with a crack. A whimper of a moan leaves my lips. He pushes me back into the bookcase. The hand that smacked my ass is now gripping the shelf above my head as he uses it for leverage to thrust into me.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me? Your pussy weeps for me, it begs for me. I don’t think your pussy could live without me now.”

He’s right, something changed in me after that incident in the forest after Liturgy. My body goes feral for him, and I cannot get enough of him. I’m his and there is no going back.

His grip tightens on my throat, and his thrusts are quickening. That familiar tingling in my head builds. My orgasm is right there, along with the feeling.

“Don’t you ever forget, malyshka7,” as he hits just the right spot with the head of his cock. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “MINE.” Thrust.

With every thrust, the shelves shake, bringing everything to the floor.

My orgasm explodes, and my legs go weak. His hand leaves my throat and holds me up by wrapping around my waist. After a few more hard thrusts, he empties himself inside of me. He stays inside of me for a few moments, and I look down at the floor at all the books and things from the shelf that are now strewn across the floor.

“It’s no wonder that the shelf didn’t come down,” I laugh. He pulls out and his release drips down my thighs. Lenya drops to his knees and begins scooping it up with his fingers to push it back inside me. The desperation in his eyes as he stares at me lets me know that I have to tell him. We can go to the doctor together.

“Lenya, stop. You don’t have to do that.” I say to him with a smirk on my face. “But if we want a baby…” I cut him off, “I’m already pregnant, Moy Lev8.” He stops, stands up, and cups my face, “How? When did you find this out? Are you sure?” Watching him stammer through his words is cute. Pure joy lights up his face. I wish I could capture this moment forever.

“That day I told you I thought I had food poisoning. That’s why I was so sick. It was morning sickness, what I was feeling. I didn’t want to tell you until I was one hundred percent sure, but I just knew I had to tell you.” He pulls me into his arms, placing gentle kisses all over my face. As he pulls my face back, I notice the tears running down his. “If all the dates are correct, I got pregnant on our wedding night. “

“You have made me the happiest man in the entire world, Tsvetok.9” He cradles me in his arms, then lifts me to carry us to our waiting bed. He sets me down on the edge of the bed. “You should have told me though, Tsvetok10. I wouldn’t have taken you that roughly. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” He reaches over his head and pulls his shirt off, standing before me, dripping in sweat and dried blood. I don’t know if it's the hormones or what, but he has never looked sexier.

He motions to the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Do you want to join me?” raising his eyebrows suggestively. How on earth is he ready to go again? I can already feel the muscles in my legs getting sore. “Shower, yes.” Taking my shirt off. “More sex, no. My muscles are sore already.” I wince. Lenya hoists me up into his arms. “Well, let me ease those muscles with hot water, and a massage moy koroleva.11”

As we stand in the shower, Lenya massages my shoulders. I roll my neck to release the tension that is there from pacing the house all day. “That feels so good,” as he works a knot out of my left shoulder blade. He leans into my ear and whispers, “I never envisioned a day where I would stand in my shower, massaging the shoulders of my pregnant wife. You’ve brought a new meaning to my life. To our lives.”

We stay in the shower for what seems like forever, washing away the stress, tension, and blood from the day. It’s very early in the morning when we finally crawl into our bed, still naked from the shower. I lay in his arms, drinking in his scent. Lenya took no time to fall asleep. It wrecked his body, the job he had to do. I still don’t know exactly what he did, and I do not think I want to. His breathing slows, and his gentle snores fill the room.

I snuggle closer to him; I say a prayer, hoping God will ease his mind. I pray for nash malysh. In his sleep, Lenya places his hand on my stomach and mumbles, “Papa zdes', malysh. YA lyublu tebya.12” Never did I think I could feel love, like the kind I feel right now. When you grew up with parents who never told you they loved you, it's hard to imagine what it is like. Hearing Lenya say that to the baby who is as tiny as a grain of rice lets me know that love is real.

In the safety of my husband’s arms, sleep comes easily. Unsure of what tomorrow will bring us, he came home to me. He kept his promise to me, and his child. I know that life will bring struggles that I have never experienced, but we will face those challenges together. There was only him and I for a brief time. Now that we have a new life to care for, it’s us. Lenya’s promise comes to mind.

“I would give my life to protect you.”

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