Page 120 of Betrothed
“Absolutely. Don’t I seem serious?” He wasn’t bothered at all. By me. By the long dress. By the fact we were in a limo. Nothing. He easily wrangled my dress up my legs and over my hips, not bothering to mess with my thong. Why should he? My entire butt was exposed and he was loving having so much control over me.
“You are terrible. You’ll mess up the dress.”
He chuckled and caressed my bottom. “Who cares? I plan on ripping it off you.”
“I need to look beautiful.”
“Baby. You are beautiful. You just need a little relaxation and this will do it.”
“No, it won’t.” But he wasn’t listening to me, bringing his palm down with fervor on my naked backside.
He also had no intention of being gentle, enjoying the moment and the rhythm he developed while whistling some ridiculous tune.
A moan slipped past my lips and I wiggled on his lap, more crazed than before since his cock was throbbing against my stomach. Every time I moved, my pussy ached even more.
He certainly wasn’t using any constraint, spanking me long and hard. Although every few seconds, he dared torment the hell out of me, brushing the tips of his fingers against my pussy lips.
“I’ll get you for this later.” My moans weren’t ones of agony but of pure need.
“We shall see, my wife. Or I’ll tie you to the bed.”
“As if I’d mind.”
He cracked his hand down four blistering times. “That’s right. We’ll try out every position in the paintings. A little pain with pleasure.” The deep baritone of his laugh kept me quivering and finally, I stopped moving altogether, breathless and happier than I’d ever been.
When he finally stopped, easing me onto his lap, his smile slowly faded. “I do love you, Vivian. We’ll get through this.”
“I know we will. Together.”
“Whether you like it or not.”
Even as we both laughed, enjoying the moment spent together and alone, I knew that wouldn’t last.
There was something brewing and it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose.
* * *
I’d been wrong.
The reception had gone off without a hitch, three hours of enjoying drinking and dancing, laughing as if we didn’t have a care in the world.
All while my uncle began to believe he’d been duped. I could see it on his face.
“What now?” I asked as my husband approached. “Several guests are leaving.”
I could tell how disappointed Kirill was, which was crazy but understandable. “The night isn’t over.”
“I admit I’m exhausted. I’m going to go take the dress off. Is that allowed? We are inside your hotel, the most protected location on earth.”
He chuckled and turned to face me. “Why don’t I go along?”
“Oh, no, you don’t. We need to see this through.”
As he took a deep breath, he motioned for several of his men. “They stay with you at all times. Period. Understood?”
I took a step away, saluting him. “Yes, sir. Why don’t you have a bottle of champagne and some strawberries sent up so I won’t pass out from being famished.”
His look was far too adorable. “Maybe. Don’t be long.”
