Page 31 of Merciless Union
The next thing I feel is his erection pressed against my opening.
“Maxim,” I start to stay before he thrusts into me. I let out a loud gasp, clutching the bed sheets underneath me. They’re silky and slippery.
“Fuck, Arina, you feel like heaven around my cock.” He thrusts into me deeply, making my inner walls clench down hard around his length. “You’re perfect like this.”
What, as a woman bent over a bed, ass in the air, getting taken from behind? I want to look into Maxim’s eyes when we make love. I want to be able to kiss him. He hasn’t actually kissed me other than the peck at our wedding. But the feeling of him dominating my body is too good to complain about. I keep my thoughts to myself. I need to be careful with my husband. As a man in his position, he expects to get what he wants. I need to approach things slowly with him. Bide my time.
Despite my heart aching for love, my body rings with pleasure as Maxim grips my hips and thrusts into me.
He reaches a hand around and touches my clit, rubbing it with his thumb. A growing tightness begins to build through my core.
I let out a soft moan as he presses down onto my clit, and I burrow my face into the blanket.
“You belong to me, Arina.” His thrust is deep and impactful. “Only mine. Tell me.”
“Oh,” I moan as he rubs my clit faster and his hips pick up speed, his length moving in and out of me.
“Tell me,” he growls. The only other sound in the room is our bodies slamming against each other. It’s raw and dirty, and I’m filled with both pleasure and shame. “Fucking tell me, Arina.”
He pinches my clit, sending me over the edge.
“I’m yours,” I cry out as my orgasm washes over me.
“Fuck.” He thrusts his erection deep inside me, going still as his orgasm overtakes him. I can feel him inside me as his length expands, then releases, his seed filling me. I’m acutely aware that we’re doing this without condoms. Thankfully, I’m on birth control. While I know children are expected of me in the future, and I do want them, I’m nowhere near ready to be a mom. Especially with a man I barely know.
But I know Maxim will want kids soon to secure his line.
I just hope we can somehow find love between us before we bring children into the mix.
He pulls out of me, tapping my behind. “I’m glad you’re a natural at this.”
I remain as I am, my face pressed into the blanket. How can this man give me so much physical pleasure and yet make my heart desperate for any kind of warmth?
I hear him righten his clothes before he leaves the room.
I’m alone in my marriage.
And it’s suffocating.
* * *
The next day,my mother calls me. Maxim is out on another business matter, so I have the penthouse all to myself, which makes me glad. I need some space to figure out what I’m feeling.
“Honey?” my mother says once I answer. “How are you?”
Upon hearing my mother’s voice, tears immediately fall from my eyes and down my face. Sobs escape from my mouth.
“Honey?” she asks again. “What’s the matter?”
I try to contain my crying. “It’s Maxim.” I curl myself into a ball on the bed.
“What about him?”
I wipe some of the tears away as I answer, “He’s cold. I wasn’t expecting a love match, but I was expecting more warmth from him. I feel so alone here.”
“Oh, honey. It upsets me to hear you like this. If I weren’t so sick, I’d come right over and give that man a piece of my mind.”
I chuckle, my sobs quieting. “I’d love to see the look on his face.”
