Page 45 of Unholy Matrimony

We ate the rest of the meal in an awkward silence. This feels very familiar, as it was how most meals in my home were growing up. Silent. Only the sound of cutlery on plates, or the noises one makes when one eats, are heard. Once we finished the meal, Igor rose and motioned for Lenya to follow him.

“You ladies can get more acquainted. We shouldn’t be long.” Igor leans over to kiss my cheek. “Vozmozhno, ona podskazhet, kak dostavit' udovol'stviye moyemu synu6.” Planting the kiss, he pats my shoulder and walks away.

My insides are brimming with anger. Lenya notices. I don’t think he has heard what his father said to me. He leans down and kisses my lips. He takes my face in his hands and deepens the kiss right in front of Olga. It makes it clear he is taken. Olga shakes her head as he breaks our kiss. “I’ll be right back and then we can go home.”

He leaves the room with his father and I am left with my husband’s ex-girlfriend. If that’s what she was. She adjusts herself and glares at me. “So you're the virgin wife? Not sure what Leo sees in you. You’re so plain that it's cute.” She takes a drink of the champagne in her glass.

Two can play this game, suka7.

“I’m just his wife now. You don’t have to call me a virgin. That ship sailed on our wedding night. Maybe Lenya just isn’t into the blonde bimbo look anymore? Men change.” I shrug and take a sip of my water.

“Don’t act all high and mighty, Ty malen'kaya suka8. Don’t worry, one day he will be done with you and toss you to the side, just like he did to the rest of us. You think just because he married you it makes you better than me? Ha! All I have to do is suck his cock one time, to remind him how much better I am.”

It is sad how low she is trying to stoop to make me feel inferior. If only she knew how wrong she was. “You could try, but I doubt you would get very far.” A twinge of jealousy courses through my veins. “Do not touch what is mine. Or you will regret it.”

I push away from the table and go off to search for Lenya. I take a right out of the dining room, heading down the hallway. There are doors all over the place and I do not know which one he could be behind. Just as I am about to try the first door on my right, Lenya turns the corner at the end of the hall.

“Tsvetok9? What are you doing roaming around? I’d rather you not walk around this house alone.” “I was tired of listening to that suka 10talk. I had to get out of that room before I did something I would regret.” Lenya let out a laugh as he said, “Are you jealous, malyshka11?” He pulls me into his arms, leaning into me and placing a kiss on my throat.

I was jealous. I’ll admit that. Hearing that woman talk about sucking his cock made me want to take a plate and break it over her head. “Seeing you jealous is kind of sexy,” he looks over my face and body, “Come with me. I want to show you something.” Lenya grabs my hand and leads me to the staircase, and we head to the second story.

He turns the knob on a door, and we are in an enormous library. “Wow!” is all that comes out as I pan the large room. So many books it’s mind-boggling. There is a roaring fire burning in the fireplace. The room is warm and inviting. I would so cozy up with a book in here. He pulls me over to the ladder that is leaning against the case.

“One day, this library will be yours. When I take over this little empire, my family has built. One day, this home will be ours. Yours and mine, not hers. It will never be hers. You never have to be jealous.” He lifts me and sits me on a rung of the ladder, pushing my thighs apart. He stands between them, gliding his fingers up my exposed skin.

My heart beats faster as his fingers find my sheer thong. His thumb grazes my clit, my head falls back against the books. “Are you feeling okay, malyshka12?” His lips are on my neck, kissing and biting. I can feel his cock straining in his pants. It's been a while since we’ve had sex, and god do I want him right now.

“I’m fine,” I pant. I grab onto the hair on top of his head and tip his head up. His lip and mine collide. He groans into my mouth, “Tsvetok13, I have to have you.” He rips my thong off and shoves it in his pocket. I reach between us and undo his belt and pants, freeing his cock.

“I’ll be gentle, malyshka14.”

Even though the doctor told him that sex is perfectly safe, he says he doesn’t want to risk the baby by being rough. It’s sweet, it is. It’s also annoying because I love the aggressive Lenya. I love when he takes what he wants when he chases me. It’s a part of how we love. I don’t want to lose that, ever.

He lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushes inside of me. We both let out moans, and our bodies become one again.

“God, Tsvetok15, how are you still so fucking tight?” He moans as he thrusts in and out. I am holding onto the ladder to keep myself steady. As Lenya drives into me, I try to stifle my moans by biting his shoulder.

“Let me hear you, Lina. Let everyone in this house know whose pussy owns me. Just as much as you're mine, I am yours.” As if his words were the key to the lock on my voice, I let out a deep moan as he hit just the right spot. He is gripping the ladder rung as he drives into me. I can feel my orgasm building.

“Come for me, Lina. Scream for me. Let her hear how good I make you feel.” his breathing quickens and loud moans come deep from his chest.

He lifts my ass off the ladder, and he is holding me up with one hand. The sound of our skin together echoes in the room. With one last thrust, our orgasms peak and we ride out the pleasure together. I look over Lenya’s shoulder at the door and Olga is standing there with her mouth hanging open. I am certain she just witnessed the whole thing. The smug smile on my face should say it all.

He Is Mine.

She scurries off as Lenya pulls out of me. The result of what we did is dripping down my thighs. He smiles as I adjust my dress. “You want to go home now, Tsvetok16? We can clean up and cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.” I grab his hand, pulling him towards the door, “Say less. Let’s go!” We race down the stairs and grab our coats. We are out the door before anyone can say anything to us.

Once we are home and in our comfy lounge clothes, cuddled up on our couch with an insanely large bowl of popcorn and a scary movie playing. Not even a shred of jealousy remains. Lenya made love to me in that library to prove a point. Not only to me but to let Olga and his father know nothing is coming between us. My muzh17 has his hands on my stomach, whispering sweet little things in Russian to our baby.

1. My beautiful flower

2. Good Evening, Leonid. Please, dinner is ready.

3. Flower

4. Thank you, love.

5. husband

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