Page 61 of Bedazzled
We have a general idea of when the grand unveiling of the O’Connell distillery will be, and we need to be there first. Patrick flew back to Dublin to try to pick up more information, but this would all be so much simpler if that irritating Irish prick would call me back.
Maksim gave me a week before pushing me again.
“You’re infantilizing Tania.”
“Where did you come up with that?” I scoffed, “Because I don’t want my wife interacting with an unstable disruptor like O’Rourke, I’m treating her like a child?”
“Ella wanted to train to be a doctor,” he said patiently, “she’s saved the lives of several of our men. I had to learn to trust that she knew what she was doing and that she had the right to be part of this dynasty. Are you telling me that Tania is less worthy? That she can’t handle this man?”
I irritably tapped my fingers on the desk. “Did Ella help you write this speech?”
Now his tone was frosty. “We need this information. We need it now,Sovietnik.”
My jaw tightened. I had never questioned an order from Maksim asPakhanbefore. But this order was for my wife. “Very well. I will ask her today.”
Tania…
I was sitting on our bed, playing my new violin when Yuri came in. He leaned against the wall, hands in his suit pockets, and watched me with a faint smile.
“That song is beautiful,” he said, “one of Abel Korzeniowski’s, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed, “I love it, it’s so mournful and beautiful at the same time.” My eyes narrowed as his lit up with a devilish gleam.
Kneeling in front of me, he pushed my legs apart. “Keep playing,” he ordered, and I did, shakily putting the bow back on the strings. He slowly pushed my skirt up as I tried to get back into the flow of the music, but my bow slipped with a discordant screech when his thumbs ran up my inner thighs and moved in slow circles over the silk underwear covering me.
“Yuri…”
“Keep playing,” he reminded me, before lowering his head and putting my legs over his shoulders. When he blew hot air onto the wet fabric, I hit the wrong note again. He pinched my thigh - hard - and I yelped, trying to remember where I was in the song. Forcing my fingers into the correct position, I kept playing as he yanked my undies aside and I felt his tongue drive up inside me before pulling out and swiping a long lick through my wet lips. My bow slowed and he gave me a warning hum as he put his mouth against my center in a kiss so filthy I almost flopped backward.
I awkwardly segued into the song again, but when he slid two thick fingers inside of me, I wheezed, “Baby, I’m-”
My whining cut off in a shriek when he bit me. There. Not gently.
This time, his voice was a little muffled since his mouth was attached to my pussy, but it was dark and gravelly. “I said. Keep playing, myKoroleva.”
I fumbled through the last half of the song, sawing absentmindedly, every now and then my bow against the strings gave a screech that almost covered up some of my yelps and moans. My core muscles were shaking with the effort of keeping me upright. Damn it! I was so wet that I could see a slick spot on the expensive silk quilt below me, and Yuri’s grin just got filthier.
On the last few notes, I leaned into it, trying to eke the music out until he pursed his lips around my clit and the nails on his two fingers inside me very carefully scratched my G-spot as his teeth scraped against my pearl. The violin flew across the bed and the bow to the floor and my fingers were digging into that smug bastard’s lovely, thick hair… and he did it all one more time, just to show he could.
When I was the consistency of a boneless chicken, sweaty and moaning, he crawled up my body, stopping to kiss each breast before tapping his cock against me, sliding the thick head through the mess he’s made before pushing it inside me. He chuckled cruelly when my hips lifted up, trying to meet him halfway.
“What do you want?” Yuri taunted me.
He wasright there,the heated head of his cock, already stretching me wide, those pearls ready to pop into me. “Don’t be mean,” I moaned, “you know…”
“Say ‘I want your cock in me,’” he instructed.
“Nyet!”I snarled. What a dick!
“Say it,ty plokhaya devochtka,”he warned.
Bad girl?I thought,He’s calling me bad?
“Nein!”I snapped back, wiggling my hips again. The tip was inside me now so if I could just angle the right-
Yuri leaned back, slapping my clit briskly.
Oh, my god what is that-The sting from the slap turned into a spread of heat that made my wet center prickle and throb.
