Page 43 of Paved in Hate

“I don’t know why I let myself believe that you might be different. I’m such an idiot.” She starts to cry, and it breaks my fucking heart.

“Ptichka,” I say, closing the distance and cupping her face. “Look at me, baby.”

“Don’t call me that,” she pouts, and I can’t help but smile at seeing her feisty side.

“Please look at me.”

I wait until her blue eyes are on mine. “I don’t know what those women said, but I need you to know something. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since the night I found out we were going to be married. I’ve never cheated on you.”

Leaning closer, I kiss her trembling lips and whisper, “Iwillnever cheat on you. Loyalty is everything to me, and I gave you mine when we exchanged vows. I will never go back on that.”

“You haven’t slept with anyone else?” she whispers.

“No, baby, I haven’t.”

She clutches at my arms, digging her fingers into my bicep. “Then why didn’t you come home? Why are you avoiding me?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I say, deciding to be honest. “I came into work that first night because I had some stuff I needed to take care of and because there’s a lot of shit that my brothers and I are dealing with. I stayed because I’m falling so fucking hard for you, and that wasn’t the plan.”

“What was the plan?”

Her voice is soft and shaky, and she looks so fucking vulnerable. She brings out all my protective instincts, the ones I thought for sure I’d never have for a woman, but I’d been wrong. I’d been so fucking wrong because I’d do anything to keep this woman safe, to keepmy wifesafe.

I run my fingers along her cheek, brushing aside the tears that have started to fall. “The plan was to not fall in love with you, and to annul the marriage as soon as I was able to.”

She flinches like I’ve smacked her, and the hurt on her face is more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“But you ruined the plan,ptichka,because I went and did the one thing that I swore I was never going to do.”

“What’s that?”

I drag my thumb along her bottom lip. “I fell in love.”

Another tear slips out, and this time I lean closer and run my tongue up her cheek, coating my tongue with the salty taste. It’s enough to make me lose control. With a groan, I fist her hair and bring my mouth to hers, kissing her like I’ll never be able to get enough. All the fear and worry I’d felt when I got that damn text message and all the rage I’d felt when I saw another man’s hand on her go into the kiss, and when she whimpers and drags her nails over my scalp, I cup her ass and lift her up, sitting her on the edge of my desk.

“Promise me you’ll never leave without telling me again,” I growl against her swollen lips.

“I promise,” she says, her breaths ragged and chest heaving.

“I can’t believe you came to a strip club and didn’t wear any fucking panties.”

She pulls back in surprise. “How can you possibly know that?”

“I just do.” Forcing myself to take a step back, I run my eyes over her perfect, flushed body. “Show me,” I growl. When she hesitates, I raise a brow at her. “Spread those beautiful thighs, baby, and show me what fucking belongs to me.”

She lets out a sexy moan before she obeys me by parting her thighs. Her dress slides up, but not as high as I want it to. When I meet her eyes again, she knows exactly what I want. Grabbing her dress, she hikes it up even more, revealing her perfect pussy to me.

“Goddamn,” I groan, eyeing her shaved cunt and soaking wet slit. She’s glistening and smooth and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My cock strains painfully against my suit pants, and I know what I’m about to do is going to test me more than anything else in the world ever has, but I don’t care. I fall to my knees before her, because nothing is going to stop me from eating my wife’s pussy. I need to taste her. I need to feel her against my lips as she comes.

Running my hands up her thighs, she moans as her eyes go heavy-lidded. Leaning closer, I keep my eyes on hers as I slowly kiss my way up one of her inner thighs. Letting go of her dress with one hand, she brings it to my head, running her fingers through my hair while I trail a line of kisses along her soft skin.

As I get closer to her center, my heart speeds up and pre-cum soaks my dick. Digging my fingers harder into her thighs, I spread her wide enough to make her pussy lips part for me.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growl, my eyes locked on her pink inner lips that are now exposed to me. Everything about her is so goddamn sweet and innocent, and I can’t wait to tear into her and make her mine. I want this little cunt bloody from my thick cock. I want the proof of her innocence written all over my dick.

Nuzzling my nose against her slit, I breathe her in as she lets out another whimper.

“Who am I?” I nip at one of her smooth lips before kissing away the sting.

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