Page 21 of Unholy Matrimony

Lenya reaches over and grabs both. “Let me wash you, Tsvetok.5” He lathers up the cloth and starts washing me, slowly and sensually. He finishes down my whole body, grabs the shower head, and rinses me off. The hot water stings as he goes over my clit.

He put the shower head back, so I reached for the cloth and re-lather it back up to wash him. I give him the same amount of attention he gave me, ensuring that I linger on his still-erect cock for a little longer. I put the cloth down and while he is still a little soapy; I grip him and start stroking. His breath catches and his head leans back onto the wall of the shower. I wrap my other hand around his neck and pull his face down to mine. “Is this okay? If I’m not doing it right, show me what to do, moy lyubov6.”

“O, Bozhe, Lina. Ty delayesh’ tak khorosho, malyshka. Prodolzhay, prosto tak. YA sobirayus’ priyti.”

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Lenya is falling apart under my touch, and it is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His moans are filling the shower, and I can feel something changing in the way his body is reacting. He pulls me to him and kisses me, ravaging my mouth. I don’t let up, and he moans, “Move Lina, or I’m going to come on you.”

I kneel and open my mouth. He grabs me by my hair and holds me still. A stream of cum shoots out and lands on my tongue and chin, dripping down onto my breasts. I loosen my grip and look up at him. “Are you going to swallow, malyshka8?” he asks playfully. I nod my head and swallow. He groans in approval. He pulls me up and takes the cloth and cleans my face and breasts.

We finish washing and step out of the shower. We forgot to turn the heated floor on and had to race to the closet to keep our feet from freezing. Lenya puts on some gray joggers and a white t-shirt and I pull on some black leggings and an oversized graphic T. I turn to face him and he looks down at the shirt. “Romance readers do it better,” he smirks and pulls me into his arms. “Yes you do, malyshka9,” kissing me on my lips.

We leave the room and head to the dining room. I am hungry. Hopefully, Alina has made something with some heartiness to it. For the first time, I am sad it’s Lent. I would kill for some borscht with beef in it. We walk into the room and Lenya jogs past me to pull out my chair, “Moya Koroleva10” and I sit. He sits beside me and grabs my hand. Running his thumb over the top of my hand, he smiles. I have felt nothing like this. I’ve never seen love and devotion like this.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I say as the emotion hits me hard. Lenya looks at me, puzzled, “You didn’t know what could be like this?”

“Two people in a relationship. Love” I motion back and forth between us. He laughs. “To be honest, tsvetok11, neither did I.” He brings my hand to his lips and places a light kiss on each fingertip.

This man gives me butterflies.

Alina swings the door to the kitchen open, two serving dishes in hand. “I almost thought I wouldn’t be seeing you both tonight.” Lenya gives me a seductive look, and I swipe my hand back. The food smells divine, she sits the dishes down in front of us. Kulebjaka and the smaller dish had what appeared to be sour cream. Seeing the puzzled look on my face, Alina says, “I made it from soaked cashews. I found the recipes in a magazine while out shopping. It tastes pretty good.”

She serves my plate first and then, as she is serving Lenya, I can see she is waiting for me to try it. Starved, I bring the bite to my lips and once the pie and sour cream hit my tongue, I moan! “This is amazing,” and I shove another bite in. “Alina. This is so good. We will have to keep this sour cream recipe. The pie is so flakey and rich!”

I look over at Lenya, who is still staring at his plate, disappointment on his face. His eyes catch mine and I silently motion for him to try it. He lets out an exasperated breath, taking a bite. “It’s very good, Alina. Thank you.” Alina is beaming with pride. She scurries off back to the kitchen. “It’s not that bad!” I say, reading his body language.

“It’s fine. I am just not used to living on vegetables. I’m an apex predator, moy lyubov12. I need meat.”

This man. The look he has right now is of a toddler who doesn’t get to have a sweet. It's very endearing. He changed his way of living at the drop of a coin, just for me…

“Tsvetok13, tell me how your day went. You said you found a dress? I saw all the other bags, but I didn’t see any books. Though you claimed to have bankrupted us with the purchase of them.” He winked at me. I don’t want to talk about the confrontation with my mama.

“It was good. Yes, I found a dress. It fits me perfectly. Nastya didn’t have to alter a thing.”

Lenya is sitting back in his chair, holding his drink, waiting for me to continue. “My mama and sister couldn’t stay for lunch, so we took them home, and I went to shop for myself. Mama said she had to get back to the warehouse to help.”

Lenya’s brow furrows a bit. “She wasn’t at the warehouse at all today.”

“How do you know that,” pushing my plate from me, “Are you keeping tabs on them?”

He puts his glass down, stands, and walks towards the kitchen. I’m left sitting, my questions unanswered. I hear talking from inside the kitchen but can’t make out what is being said. I stand up and walk over, but before I can even reach the door, he emerges. Taking my hand, he leads me out of the dining room. We are heading to the living room. He leads me to the couch, where he motions for me to sit. I obliged and sat.

He walks over to the fireplace, crouches down, and starts setting up a fire. “Are you going to answer me? I don’t do the whole ‘silence is a response’ thing, Lenya,” I push, trying to appear assertive. He gets the fire going and walks back over. He sinks onto the couch next to me. “I was at the warehouse for most of the day today, setting up things for my father. I was with your father and your mother didn’t show up. She lied to you, Lyubov14.”

Damn, that hurts like hell. My mother lied to me because she didn’t want to spend time with me.

“Oh,” is the only thing I can get out. I can feel tears forming. I stare at the fire and take in a breath.

“Lina,” Lenya pulls me closer to his side, “What did she say to you when you were buying the dress? Pavel texted me and said that you were acting strange. Then cried after you dropped them off at home.”

He is stroking my hair. I lay my head in his lap and I let it all go. “She said that I was so desperate for affection that I fell for you because you showed it to me. If I messed anything up, my family would lose everything they worked so hard for. She grabbed my arm so hard that she had to have left bruises.” Lenya cradles me, “Which arm, malyshka15,” I hold it out and he inspects it. “Blyat16,” he curses and I look to see the fingertip bruises forming.

I sit up and pull at my shirt sleeve as if to make them disappear. I want to disappear. Looking at my arm, I give a little laugh. “You know, as we drove away, I wished they would be fearful about the business because they are treating me like shit.” I look into his eyes. “How unchristian of me wishing bad on my family.”

He leans in and kisses my lips, “They should be afraid, malyshka17. Very fucking afraid. Nobody hurts you. Ever. Again.” I sit up and he pulls me into his lap, facing him, cupping my ass as he pulls me close and his lips brush my ear. He whispers, “After we are married, you’ll never have to worry about them again,” he places a soft kiss just below my ear.

I think I understand what he means. “You promise my sister will be safe?” I pull away from his kisses, my eyes pleading. He pulls me back, continuing his sweet kisses down my neck, pulling the shirt I’m wearing off my shoulder to kiss the exposed skin. “Of course. Do you have a family that you are close to? Or she could come here to live with us, though I wouldn’t want her to see the things that could go on around here.”

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