Page 7 of Your Sharpest Edge
He pulled out, and I looked up, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Who is he?” I asked.
Dimitri’s eyes were wild, dark, and distressed. “My father demanded I marry you. He ordered that I have children, and then maybe I’d finally learn how horrible of a child I was to him.”
He shoved his cock in my face, but I popped off when I heard his voice drop an octave. “I never learned fast enough. I was never good enough for him.”
I hesitated. “Dimitri.” My voice was soft. My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure I wanted to even ask. “Who taught you how to do this?”
A glazed look passed over Dimitri as he looked out the window.
His father did. I didn’t need his confession.
“I can help you,” I told him. “Let me help you.”
He shook his head before slamming his cock between my lips.
“Learn to cook,” he demanded and spat in his hands.
I nodded quickly as he rubbed his fingers around his cock. “I will. I promise.”
“Good, now lie down on your stomach, open your legs, and show me your virgin cunt.”
4
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“Thank you both for bringing this over. This was an unexpected surprise,” my new neighbor, Alex, said as we sat in his apartment, sharing a huge bowl of borscht I’d made with help from my mother over FaceTime.
Alex was massive compared to my husband, his long black hair framing broad shoulders that looked like they could crush someone with ease. It made sense why they called him “The Punisher,” or so Dimitri had told me.
My husband sported curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes and boasted a tall, slender frame, making him quite the heartthrob, especially on social media. However, he was the coldest person I’d ever met.
Dimitri was transfixed on the television. He couldn’t bother to look at me, like he hadn’t that night we had sex. He fucked me from behind until I bled all over his couch.
The next morning, I woke up to a homemade breakfast. I thought maybe he regretted how he’d treated me, that perhaps he’d been drunk, but it didn’t stop with that one night. Ithappened every single night since we’d been married. I grew used to it, bracing myself for the pain, closing my eyes, and reminding myself it would be over soon. At least tomorrow would bring me breakfast in bed and, if I was lucky, an extra hour at my new rink.
“Are you okay?” Alexsey asked, and I suddenly shook the thoughts of the last week out of my head, grateful that tonight was a distraction instead of waiting for the inevitable evening.
“Sorry. Lost in thought.” I gave him a small smile before returning to my food.
“She often does that,” Dimitri didn’t bother to look up from his obsession with the game.
“I don’t mind—must mean you’re thinking about a lot.” Alexsey smiled at me.
I gave him a quick nod of appreciation.
“Thank you for inviting us in. You didn’t have to. We know you’re a busy man,” my new husband told his teammate.
When I discovered our new neighbor was Alexsey Popov, I remembered his name from being involved in winter sports through the years. I was already cooking, so I figured it might be nice to bring him a taste of home. Dimitri thought I was going to bother him, but he agreed to come upstairs to see if he was home and wanted some.
“Not too busy for a little taste of home,” he whispered and took a bite before looking at me. “Beef or pork?”
The corners of my lips twisted into a soft smile. “Beef.”
“It tastes like the shop near my house back in Moscow when I used to live there and play.” We smiled at each other while Dimitri stared at the basketball game playing on the TV.
“So.” Alexsey tried to break the awkwardness that was very clear between Dimitri and myself. “You got married a few weeks ago?”
I nodded. “Actually, last week.” I held up my hand for Alexsey to see my ring.
