Walking in the small heels on my wedding day had been a challenge. Whenever I could, I’d snuck away to take the shoes off. When I realized how long my dress was, I’d toed them off and walked around barefoot. Until my mother realized what I was doing, and told me to stop being an animal and to wear the damn shoes.
Sliding my feet into these heels, I knew I wasn’t going to make it past the night without breaking my neck. They were way too high.
“Perfect,” Andrei said. He moved away.
Was I expected to follow?
With his back turned away from me, I chanced a couple of steps in the too-big heels, and winced. They were going to hurt my feet. The shoes were a perfect fit but for a woman who’d spent her life in flats, my poor feet would pay the price. I should have taken time growing up to learn how to walk in heels. They were the ultimate weapon, apparently.
“Move it,” Andrei said.
Hands clenched, I rushed my steps, praying I didn’t look like a penguin walking. Would it have killed him to at least be a little nice? I was trying here. At least he got to go out and explore the world. He wasn’t trapped in a penthouse suite, dying a little every single day. I didn’t demand this marriage, he did.
My lips remained closed. There was no way I’d have the guts to say this to his face. He’d kill me and laugh as he did it. All I could do was hope he’d be in a good mood later on so that I could request to leave the penthouse at least once a week. That wasn’t too hard, was it?
Andrei
I didn’t like when Ivan came to my city. Especially when it wasn’t planned, out of the blue, and one week into my marriage. I had nothing to hide from him, apart from the fact I’d not fucked her.
Every day for the past week, I’d arrived home to find her fast asleep. I’d lain in bed and waited for sleep to claim me. I’d never been a hard sleeper. Years of waiting for my dad to come and take his anger and aggression out on me had done that. I always slept now with one eye open. Did she know how many weapons I had close by?
There was always a gun beneath my pillow, as well as two underneath our bed. Another in the drawer. Our penthouse was full of weapons to grab in case of an ambush.
Adelaide kept trying to pull the dress down. It had ridden up the moment she sat in the car, and that was how I liked it. Seeing that blue dress on the bed, I didn’t want her to wear that, to hide from who she was. My wife had an amazing body. Curves in all the right places. To some, she might be considered fat, but to me, I happened to like looking at her curves. The only saving grace about her wedding dress had been what it did for her tits. They should be on constant display. My men knew to look away, and any man caught staring at my woman would feel my anger. Adelaide was all mine.
Now, some men might prefer their women to cover up, to hide their bodies for their own viewing pleasure. Not me. I didn’t want to see her drowned in clothing. Adelaide hid enough as it was.
I’m aware she’s pissed off. Did she know I watched her? Did she know I had cameras in every single room of the house? That all it took was a few presses on my cell phone, and I could see what she was doing every single second of every day? I doubted it.
She was going crazy. Staying in the penthouse all day, every single day, was starting to take its toll. Ivan was screwing with my plans. Ever since he’d changed Bethany for Adelaide, his meddling hadn’t been appreciated. A whore like Bethany knew of our world. Adelaide should never have been my wife. She wasn’t made for this.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
I ignored her and stared at my cell phone, scrolling through the endless emails.
“So, we’ve been married for one week,” Adelaide said.
“Shut up.” I wasn’t interested in knowing how long we’d been married. I was not stupid. I could count.
She tensed and moved a little closer to the door. Did she really think that would help her? Putting my cell phone away, I stared at her exposed thigh. Her legs were pressed together. The tempting white flesh of her knee was too good to ignore.
“Circle the block, Leo,” I said.
I closed the distance between us and placed my hand on her thigh. She gasped, her hands moving as if to push me away. Bethany had warned her. I knew her vile sister would spread her gossip. Bethany wasn’t wrong. I did like to fuck. I loved having a woman’s cunt on my dick. I liked it rough. Hearing a woman moan as I pounded away inside her, holding her into place, marking her, was the best feeling in the world. What the bitch hadn’t said to Adelaide was I’d never touched her.
I hated Bethany. Marrying her was all a business deal. I didn’t want my spunk inside that nasty cunt. Nope. Ivan hadn’t told me about the baby part of things. That had come after I put my ring on Adelaide’s finger, and my name taking hers.
“Thank you for putting on the red dress,” I said.
I had to wonder if she would fight me or give in. Teasing my fingers against her knee, I slid them between her thighs, or tried to, but she pressed them together tightly. That was fine. I stroked along her thigh, teasing the fabric of the dress where it lay. It looked to me like she had stopped breathing.
“What was wrong with the blue?”
“I didn’t like it, Adelaide. You want to do things that please me, don’t you?”
She didn’t respond.
“What’s the matter, Adelaide? Don’t you want to talk to me?” I asked.
“I … I don’t want to be … your penthouse, it’s too much.”
“You can change any part of the penthouse you want.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then tell me what you mean?”
Adelaide opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. She had such lovely plump lips that would look so good wrapped around my dick. She was a virgin. Ivan made that perfectly clear. I don’t know how he got those details out of her, but he’d been more than happy to let me know.
Stroking her thigh, I wonder if she would like fucking. I could teach her. I had the patience, especially when I’d be the one to reap the rewards. Having boring sex seemed dull. We’re going to be married for a long time, unless it turns out she’s got a mean streak we don’t know about, or she’s not loyal. Ivan makes sure everyone is loyal before they’re marked.
“We’re here, sir,” Leo said.
Fuck.
The moment was wasted, and I couldn’t keep Ivan waiting too long.
The valet knows not to go for my doors. The last man that tried it ended up with a broken wrist. I don’t allow anyone to touch my car. Leo’s already out of the car and opening my door.