Page 40 of Between Us

“Sure.” The defiance in her tone screamed louder than her apparent compliance. He fixed her with a hard gaze at a red light.

Before he allowed his temper get the better of him, he shook his head and reached inside his jacket for his pack of cigarettes. Smoking managed to keep him occupied for the next few minutes—enough for his mood to mellow out.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence as Roman smoked and Alessandra kept her gaze fixed outside her window.

As soon as he parked the car in the driveway, Alessandra bolted out, slamming the door behind her. He killed the engine and followed after her, his anger flaming to life once again. He caught up to her in the foyer and grabbed her elbow to stop her. “What is the fucking problem?”

Fire blazed in her eyes, the alcohol in her system unleashing carefully veiled inhibitions. “You treat me like a child. Just like my father. Just like my brother.”

He arched an eyebrow in return. “How else should I treat you when you don't listen?”

She scoffed. “I don'tlisten. Am I supposed to takeorders from my husband?”

“If that's what it takes for you to understand that your safety is a priority, then yes.”

“As you can see, I'm fine.”

He took a step closer, his hand moving from her elbow to her nape. “Don't test my patience, Alessa. I have a short fucking fuse.”

Her throat bobbed with her next swallow, but her eyes remained fixed on his. Roman's gaze fell to her red lips, his thoughts shifting infuriatingly fast. It was their first argument, and despite his obvious irritation with her, all he wanted to do was kiss those lips.

Pulling her closer by the nape, he gave in to that desire all to easily and pressed his mouth to hers.

To his satisfaction, Alessandra didn’t hesitate to respond. She leaned into him, her arms immediately going around his neck, and he let out an appreciative sound that barely managed to escape in the air between their moving lips. The warmth of her sweet breath and the eagerness of her body as she melted into him had him ready to go in no time. Bending at the waist, he grabbed her ass, pulled her up and carried her into the living room.

The lights still off, he tossed Alessandra on the couch without much finesse before reaching over to switch on a single tall lamp sitting beside it. Under the soft glow of the lamp, his gaze burned a path from his wife’s face down to her legs. “Take off the jeans.”

With beautiful brown eyes set on him and her chest moving a little faster, she started with the top, which she discarded on the floor, along with her heels. Roman worked on his own clothes, gaze moving from her face to her fingers as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulledthem down her shapely legs.

Left in only a black lace thong and matching bra, she sat up on her knees and reached for his belt. Pleased to see that she’d gotten so comfortable with him already, Roman took a step forward, pressing the front of his legs to the couch as she worked on his zipper. “I want your mouth on me.”

In the short time they had been married, he had only fucked her mouth one time. Now, all he could think about was having those red lips wrapped around his hardening length.

Alessandra stared up into his eyes, white teeth digging into her lower lip. Holding his gaze, she slipped her hand into his briefs and pulled out his cock. She hesitated for only a second before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

“Shit,” Roman cursed, instinctively grabbing a fistful of her long hair. He didn’t know if she’d intended to go so far so soon, but she was a damn quick learner, and that red lipstick of hers was doing things to him. He tried to hold back, but after about thirty seconds, his fist held her head in place as he pushed his hips forward three times in rapid succession. The sound of her gagging sent fire shooting across the length of his spine. He slowed down and moved his hand to collar her throat. “You look good with my cock filling your pretty mouth,milaya.”

Alessandra raised watery eyes to meet his. The sight was nearly enough to make him come. He fucked her throat slowly for another minute before pulling back. Slapping her hip once, he motioned with a finger that she should turn around. With her ass in the air, hepulled the thong down to her knees and pushed his way inside from behind. A satisfied breath escaped him as he brushed the hair from her shoulder and nipped at the column of her neck.

“Roman,” she said his name on a sigh.

“Da, moya krasivaya devushka.”

Alessandra let out a soft laugh, causing her vaginal muscles to clench around him in the most delicious way. “I don't speak Russian.”

He smiled against her neck, pushing inside of her lazily. “You'll learn.”

“Does that mean you'll learn Italian?”

“No.”

“I don't like these double standards you're setting.”

His thumb found her clit. “Too bad.”

Closing her eyes, she reached behind her to wrap an arm around his neck. “I'm sorry for earlier.”

He soothed the spot he'd bitten with a soft kiss. “I like you sweet. It makes me want to fuck you all night.”

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