Page 45 of Paved in Hate

I cup her face and pull her closer, kissing the tip of her cute, upturned nose. “I will never lie to you, Katya.”

She relaxes against me, and when I run my hand up her thigh, she looks down and her lips part in a gasp when she sees my newest tattoo. I’d gotten it three days ago, right after I left the penthouse. Showing the tattoo artist the photo on my phone, he’d recreated Katya’s magpie on the last blank spot I had on my inner forearm, like I’d been saving that last bare piece of skin just for her. I’d also had him add her name into the white patch of feathers along its wing.

“Is that mine?” The surprise in her voice makes me smile as she drags a finger lightly over the tattoo.

“It is. I saw it the night of our wedding after you’d fallen asleep, and I liked it so much that I took a picture of it.”

“And then you chose to have it permanently drawn onto you?”

I smile and give a soft laugh. “I did. I wanted one of my wife’s beautiful drawings on my skin.”

“It turned out really beautiful.” Her finger grazes the iridescent feathers.

“The tattoo artist was very impressed by the photo I showed him, and I couldn’t stop smiling when I told him my wife drew it.” I give a soft laugh. “It might’ve ruined my tough guy image at that particular shop.”

When she lets go of my arm, I slide my hand further up her thigh, groaning when I hit her bare, wet skin. I drag the pad of my thumb over the cum I left on her body before pushing it inside her. As soon as her pussy lips part and I shove my cum where it’s never fucking been before, I realize how far gone I am. If I’m with a woman, the only thing my seed touches is the inside of a condom, end of fucking story, but here I am willingly pushing it inside her because I can’t stand the idea of it being anywhere else.

“We’re walking out of this club together, and we’re going to do it with my cum all over and inside your pussy and my tongue still tasting of you, because you’re mine, baby, and every fucker in this place is going to know it.”

I give her a kiss, smiling when she lets out a soft moan and clenches around my thumb.

“Besides, I want to show you this place.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” she quickly says.

“Despite what those drunk assholes said at the bar, I’ve never fucked a single person who works for me.”

“You haven’t?”

“No,ptichka, I haven’t.”

Sliding my thumb out of her, I bring it to her lips, groaning when she wraps her lips around me and sucks me clean.

“And after I show you around, I’m going to make you eat something because I know you’ve been skipping meals, and then I’m going to take you home.” I give her a wink. “If you’re a good girl, you might get lucky.”

She laughs around my thumb, giving me one last suck before slowly pulling back. “I might, huh?”

“If you play your cards right, you might be able to convince me, yes.”

Her face lights up in another smile, and all I can do is stare at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, pulling her closer for another kiss. This one is slower and sweeter, and the only thing that gets me to stop is knowing that I don’t want to take my wife’s virginity in a fucking strip club. She deserves better than that.

“Come on, baby.” I carefully lift her up and then help her fix her dress before tucking myself back away and fixing my suit. “Are your feet okay or do you need me to carry you?”

She laughs like I’m joking, but when it’s obvious I’m not, she smiles and shakes her head.

“No, they’re okay.”

Smiling, I grab her hand. “Let me show you my club.”

She seems less than thrilled about walking around Pink, but I want to show her the place in the hopes that it might make her feel better if she sees the professional side of things. Before we leave my office, I put my suit jacket on her just like I had at our wedding.

“Seriously?” She looks up at me with a raised brow. “You do realize there are women out there who are basically butt-ass naked, right?”

I shrug. “I don’t give a fuck about them, and they’re not my wife.” When she looks like she’s about to argue, I hook a finger under her chin. “The last guy that touched you ended up with a broken nose. If anyone else touches you, I’m killing them.”

Seeing how serious I am, she nods and says, “Okay, the jacket stays on.”

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