Page 44 of Paved in Hate

“What?”

She’s dazed and having a hard time paying attention. I run my tongue up her slit, filling my mouth with the taste of her.

“Who am I?”

“Vitaly,” she says, and I almost laugh.

“Try again,wife. Who am I?”

She lets out another moan when I give her clit a flick of my tongue.

“My husband,” she moans.

“Good girl,” I praise, parting her lips with my tongue and dipping inside. “I want to hear you say it again.”

“You’re my husband.”

“Who gets to touch you?”

“You,” she quickly says and then moans again when I give her clit a soft suck. “Only you.”

“This is mine,” I growl, running my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit. “Every fucking part of you ismine.”

“Yes, only yours.” Her words come out in a breathy rush, and when I keep licking and sucking on her delicate folds, she moans my name and falls back onto my desk, giving me better access to the pussy that belongs only to me. No one else will ever know what she tastes like.

This ismine.

Sheis mine, and I’m done fighting it.

When she starts to come, she screams my name and bucks her hips against my eager mouth, greedy for the pleasure that only I can give her. Her release hits my tongue, pulling a growl from me as my cock screams at me for release. Helpless to resist, I roughly pull my zipper down and fist my cock, working myself in a brutal rhythm with only one goal in mind, because if I don’t fucking come, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.

But first, I’m taking her with me. Latching onto her clit, I suck her hard while I keep pumping my cock, fighting my orgasm until I hear her sweet whimpers and feel her body tense beneath mine. With a ragged cry, she screams my name and shatters once more, falling apart at my touch.

As soon as I feel her body soften, I stand and bring my mouth to hers, kissing her as the orgasm thunders through me and I come all over her sweet pussy. My cock pulses in my hand, the orgasm fucking blinding me as she whimpers and sucks on my tongue while her arms and legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. I cup the back of her head, protecting it from the hard wood of the desk, and when I’m finally empty, I wrap my arms around her, needing her as close as I can get her.

The sensation of wanting to hold her, of wanting to be close to her and smell her vanilla scent and feel her heart racing against my chest is so fucking foreign but also so fucking perfect. It’s comforting, and I hadn’t been expecting that. I thought I would feel trapped or like I was suffocating, but instead I feel free for the first time in my life, like I’ve only been using half my lungs and I’m just now getting a full breath. I kiss a line across her cheek and drag my nose along the shell of her ear, breathing her in and knowing I’ll never be able to get enough.

“Fuck,ptichka,” I whisper. “You’ve broken me, sweetheart. I’ve fucking shattered at your feet, and nothing will ever be the same for me again.”

She holds me tighter, burying her face in my neck. She seems so small and vulnerable, and I know there’s nothing I won’t do to protect her. She just became my entire fucking world, and there’s no going back for me. I need to tell her the truth, I need to tell her so many damn things, but first I need to talk to my brothers. It involves all of us, and they have a right to know that things have changed between me and Katya. If she’s going to be a part of our family, a real and permanent part of it, then she has to know the truth about what we’re doing with her brothers.

Picking her up, I hold her against my chest and sit down in my chair, keeping her in my lap.

“I’m scared,” she admits, keeping her face buried against me so I can feel the heat of her breath on my skin.

I cup her head, burying my fingers in her hair. “Of?”

“Everything. You confuse me, Vitaly. You’re not at all how I thought you’d be. You’re not at all like any man I’ve ever known or been around. I don’t understand. You’re so sweet, but you’re involved with my brothers. You traffic women. It doesn’t make sense.” She bolts upright like she’s just thought of something and turns to face me. “Do you have a pet?”

“No, I never have.”

That really confuses her. Her brow scrunches up and she shakes her head softly. “I don’t understand.”

I run the back of one finger down her cheek. “I promise I’ll explain everything soon. I just need you to trust me for a little bit longer, and then I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

It has not escaped my notice that she didn’t tell me she loves me back, but I can tell by her face that all of this is a lot for her to process. She doesn’t fully trust me yet, but that’s okay. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to her over and over again that I can be worthy of her love. I’m not the man she thinks I am, but myptichkawill learn that I’m nothing like her brothers.

“Okay,” she whispers. “I’m trusting you, Vitaly, but I swear if you lie to me, I’ll never trust you again.”

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