Page 72 of The Watcher's Bride

“I want you to fuck me,” I command, already dripping wet and needing more.

He licks the taste of me off his fingers, then pulls out his cock, hard and as ready as I am, and thrusts into me in one swift movement that makes me cry out at the sudden fullness.

He allows me a moment to accommodate his sheer size before thrusting in and out, using the swing to leverage the movement. We’ve never had sex with him in the mask. I look at him now and recall all of the nights I fantasized about fucking my watcher, and now it’s become a delightfully naughty reality. He fucks me hard and fast as I moan in pleasure. Not saying a word apart from the odd Russian expletive which only serves to turn me on more.

He thrusts deep and hard inside me and I explode, coming hard, the juices gushing out of me, squirting and making me scream in surprise and pleasure. But he isn’t done with me yet.

He picks me up, still panting as the aftershocks of my orgasm tear through, before placing me on all fours on a bed in front of a mirror. He buries his face between my legs, licking me from behind before thrusting his cock inside me once more. It’s even tighter and fuller from this position, but I want more. I watch eagerly in the mirror, enjoying the sight of him behind me, fucking me hard as my ass wobbles. In the time I’ve been living with him, my body has taken on new curves thanks to Leo making sure I eat regularly, and I feel sexier than ever, something I would never have had the self-confidence for before.

I reach out, placing my hands against the mirror, accidentally hitting a button that causes it to move out of the way to reveal a window behind it. In the room behind, there’s another couple, both naked and caressing each other. They lookup in excited anticipation as they see us and I realize that I’ve accidentally revealed a peep show. I’m grateful that we both have our masks back on so they can’t see our faces, but I’m also surprised to find that I enjoy the hungry looks in their eyes as they take in the sight of Leo in all his glory, fucking me hard from behind.

I move to try to press the button so they can no longer see us, worried that Leo will be jealous, but he surprises me.

“You like being watched, so let them watch. Let them see how fucking sexy you are but know that they can’t have you. You’re mine, no one else’s,” he growls.

Fuck, this man pushes me to my limits and beyond and I love it.

The couple eagerly touch themselves as they watch us, and I can’t believe how much it turns me on to see how excited watching us is making them. I feel powerful and sexy, and proud that the man pleasuring me is all mine. You can look but not touch.

“Oh fuck, fuck me harder,” I demand, desperate for more, to fuck everything away. My pussy tightens, gripping his cock as I can feel the orgasm ready to break. “I’m going to come!”

He snakes his hand around, teasing my clit and bringing a new wave of pleasure through my already sensitive body. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come,” he commands, and I’m undone.

The orgasm hits me like a tsunami as he continues to fuck me, not stopping as he too is dragged under, his own orgasm tearing through him.

If you’d have told me I’d be fucking my husband in a sex club in front of strangers a few months ago, I’d have told you that you were insane. That I’d never do something like that. That I’d never find love or get married, let alone be able to have sex with anyone.

It’s funny how things change.

Chapter 43

Nora

Dimitri doesn’t take long to summon Leo and me to his mansion under the pretense of dinner. Part of me dreads it, while the other is eager to get Nadya out as quickly as possible and for Dimitri and my father to be out of our lives for good. The problem is, we’re heading into the lion’s den alone.

Dimitri has sent Nikolai on an errand. Whether he doubts his loyalty or the task is genuine, we can’t say for sure, but either way, we won’t have his support tonight. For Nikolai to refuse or turn up uninvited to dinner would arouse suspicion. Nadya has assured Nikolai that Dimitri is still in the dark, so we can’t take any risks while we still have the upper hand.

A tense, nervous energy radiates from Leo as we approach the mansion. He knows as well as I do that we could be walking into a deadly trap. Nikolai has been quietly trying to gain support for Leo’s claim, but all it would take to sign our death warrants is just one of the men telling Dimitri. I squeeze Leo’s hand, trying to reassure him that everything will be okay when I’m terrified myself.

“Ready?” he says as we pull up outside.

I nod resolutely. His blue eyes search mine. Any sign of hesitation and I know he’d find an excuse to go inside alone.

“We do this together,” I remind him. “He requested us both. If I’m not there, the best case scenario is he’ll take it asan insult and make our lives hell, worst case he’ll know we’re up to something and try to hurt you. I’m not letting you go inside without me,” I insist.

I climb out of the car before he can respond. We’ve been having the same argument since we received the invite. Leo is determined to keep me safe by hiding me away, and I’m equally as determined to keep him safe by playing my part.

“You are one brave, stubborn woman, Nora,” he grumbles as he joins me.

I turn to face him. “That’s why you love me,” I say with a grin, kissing him and taking his hand as we head inside.

It occurs to me that although he’s told me he loves me, I’ve never said the words back to him. I have the urge to tell him right now, but I hold myself back. It would only serve to make him more protective of me, or worse, distract him.

I promise myself that I’ll tell him once the dust settles and this is all over. I don’t let myself consider the possibility that it might be too late.

There are more people here than we anticipated. They’re mostly Dimitri’s men, from what I can tell. My father must be confident in his control over Dimitri to risk being so outnumbered. He sits at the main round table, a king holding court. I wonder how Dimitri cannot see what is blatantly clear to me, that my father is the one in charge. There are two young women with them—both of whom know to sit there, shut up, and look pretty—and a few men I recognize from our wedding.

Dimitri’s eyes are glassy, as if he’s been drinking heavily, and he paws the young woman sitting between them.

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