Page 50 of Unholy Matrimony

“Gospodi, pomiluy,10” as she crosses herself, “are you hurt?” She takes her platok off and starts trying to wipe the blood off my hand to see if I am hurt. “It’s not my blood,” I whisper. My face drops. She pulls back, and after a moment, she lifts my chin.

“You did what you had to do. Leave it at that for now.” She pulls me up out of the front seat and ushers me into the backseat, where she pulls me into her arms and holds me. Mila keeps telling me that everything will be okay, and the guys will take care of everything. That I have nothing to worry about.

Time passes, and I have no clue what time it is when they finally exit the house. Lenya shakes each of the twins’ hands as they talk. Oleg opens the door to the backseat and beckons Mila to come. She wraps me in a big hug. Her baby boy kicked against my stomach. I lay down in the backseat. Lenya leans in and covers me with his coat. Mila hugs him, and then they walk over to their car. Lenya sits in the driver's seat and fires up the engine. I don’t hear what he says the entire ride home.

I must have fallen asleep on the way home because the next thing I know I am laying in our bed. My hand stretches out to reach for Lenya and his side of the bed is cold. Sitting up, I look around and he is not there. My stomach turns and I realize I never took my last dose of medication.

I make my way into the bathroom, grabbing the pill bottle out of the cabinet. One little pill makes all the sickness go away, for a while at least. I return the bottle to the cabinet and close it. My reflection startles me. I have blood on my face, and I look down at my hands. There is blood on them.

I turn on the sink and grab the soap. I try to wash away the blood. It's like my hands have been stained forever and no amount of washing can remove it.

I give up scrubbing them in the sink, and I walk over to the shower.

I shed my clothes and walk in.

I let the hot water flow and stand in it. Overcome with emotion, tears start falling. I sit down on the floor of our shower, bringing my knees to my chest, and let the water hit my back like rain. Scalding hot rain. I hear our bedroom door open, echoing in the bathroom.

Raising my head, Lenya appears in the doorway. He's casually leaning against the frame, arms crossed. After staring at me, he takes his clothes off. He flips the switch to the heated floor and smiles. He pulls me up from the floor of the shower.

Lenya pulls me into his arms, pushes the hair from my face, and kisses me. It’s not a gentle kiss. Rough and lust-driven, to pull me out of the pit I am spiraling down. I match his roughness with my own, running my hands up the back of his neck to his hair. I pull and his head tips back.

A deep, sensual groan escapes his lips as his mouth attacks mine. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands grip under my thighs. His hard cock teases my pussy as he walks us to the wall of the shower. Pressed against it, hard.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked. “We can stop.” I bite his lower lip. The taste of copper fills our mouths. He groans, his tongue swipes across his lip the hunger in his eyes grows. Using the wall as an anchor, he takes one hand off my thigh and grabs hold of his cock. He pushes the tip in, then takes hold of my thigh again. “If you say stop, we stop. Otherwise, Tsvetok11, no matter how much you scream. I’m not stopping.” With his last word, he thrust into me, taking me down to the base of his cock. He fills me so perfectly.

“Ty velikolepna, Lina. Chert, ty chuvstvuyesh' sebya tak khorosho.12”

I uncross my feet from behind him and he moves his grip to under my knees, spreading me wide for him. His thrusts are deep and rough, each one slamming me back into the wall.

“Tsvetok13,” he moans.

My head hits against the tile wall. “Der’mo14, sorry malyshka15.” He tightens his grip and lifts me away from the wall, still inside me. I reach over and turn the water off. He walks us out of the shower and lays me down on the floor. It's warm on my back.

He pulls out and tells me to flip over. I lay flat on my stomach. He nudges my legs apart and enters me from behind. The head of his cock is hitting just right, and I let out a scream. “That’s it malyshka, let me hear you.” My orgasm is close. “More, please! Please don’t stop.” With each thrust, our moans echo.

He leans down, and I look up at him over my shoulder. His muscles rippled with each powerful thrust. I push my ass back into him, meeting his thrusts. He pulls back and raises me from the floor. My eyes flare with lust and anger. He stopped when I was so close. “Net16, keep going,” pushing back into him.

“Ride me, Lina. Use me to make yourself come.” He says, laying back.

I turn around and he keeps me facing forward. I turn back to look at him, confused. He nods, so I straddle him, facing the door. He bends his knees slightly.

“Feet flat, off your knees, Lina.” He grabs my hips, stabilizing me as I do as he says. “Now what?” I question, knowing what he wants me to do.

“Tsvetok17, if you don’t put my cock inside you right now, I am going to flip you over and fuck you until you can’t remember your name. I am giving you control.”

Before he can say anything else, I sit down, taking all of him inside me. My walls grip him tightly as I move up and down. He grips my hips tighter, and I know I will have bruises from his fingertips. I am no longer lost in my head from the events of tonight.

I am taking my time, fucking him nice and slow, making him lose his mind. He wants me hard and fast; I do too, but he gave me the power.

“Lina, faster.”

Loving the power he’s given me. Looking back at him, I can't help but smirk.

“You want it, malysh18? Beg for it.”

His lip part and a low moan come out as I grind against him. “Blyat, you are so fucking sexy, Lina. Pozhaluysta, malyshka. Pozhaluysta. Sil'neye. Bystreye. O Bozhe. Osedlay menya, Lina.”

The sound of my husband begging me to fuck him flips a switch somewhere inside me. I put my hands back on his check and pick up the pace. He brings one of his fingers to my clit. With only a few strokes of his finger, I come undone.

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