“Have you been with other women since we’ve been married?” I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to that question but since I already asked, I don’t see a point in backing down now. What if he says yes? I’m almost terrified of what he’s going to say, but I wait, expecting the worst.
“What is this about?” he asked.
Was that a yes? Did he not want to tell me the truth?
“You make love to me and you’re kind and gentle. Bethany said-”
“Enough with fucking Bethany,” he said, growling out the word. His grip on my ass tightens. “I was never with her. I never put my dick inside her. Bethany doesn’t know what I like in the bastard bedroom, and she never will. I’ve also not been with any other woman since we’ve been married, Adelaide.”
He’s angry but even as he snarls the words at me, I can’t help but be a little bit happy.
“You’ve not been with any other woman?” I asked.
“Do you want me to repeat it in Russian?” he asked.
I shake my head. There’s no point. I didn’t understand any other language. “My mom warned me that you might take on other women. That I might not be good enough for you, and that I should consider that a blessing.”
“For fuck’s sake. What is it with your parents? Your mother doesn’t know me. She will never fucking know me.” He lets go of my ass but this time he seems to be massaging the cheeks. I like it.
“So…” I press my pussy against his length. “You don’t want it rough?”
“Adelaide, are you wanting to be taken, to be fucked, to feel my cock pounding inside you?”
I sink my teeth into my lip, not sure if I could speak those words. Could I? Did I? I was so confused. Instead of saying a single word, I nod my head. I’m aroused. I enjoy making love, but I know there’s more to be had.
“I … I don’t want you to go to anyone else,” I said.
This creates another frown.
Dropping my hands from his shoulders, I feel like a fool. I shouldn’t have done this, but since being on our honeymoon I’d come to realize a couple of things. I liked Andrei. Not because he was attractive, but when he wasn’t having to be a brigadier, he was a lot of fun to be around. I loved swimming with him, playing chess, even cooking with him. He hates tofu, but is more than happy to cook it with me. He doesn’t mind taking long walks down the beach with me, holding my hand, basking in the moonlight. He’s actually a nice guy. Don’t get me wrong, I know he’s not just a nice guy. The ink on his body told its story.
The never-ending list of scars that I saw looking past the ink. Even if I stroke his body, the ink can’t hide the ridges and scars. There is one that does make me curious, but there was no way he could be that homeless man from the time I volunteered at the hospital. I’d taken a small first aid course as I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. My father, fed up with my nagging, arranged for me to have a work experience week with them.
I discovered I loved helping people, but all that blood and death was too much. I’d not pursued medicine. Shaking off the memory, I brought my focus back to Andrei.
“Adelaide, I’m not a mind reader. Tell me what you want.”
Would it be that simple?
He’d laugh in my face. Men could do whatever the hell they wanted. He was Bratva. No one, not even his wife, got the choice. What did I have to lose? I was his wife. He could beat me but Andrei hadn’t raised a hand to me. I wasn’t afraid of him, at least not anymore.
“I don’t want you to sleep with any other woman.” I already knew about the brothels the Bratva owned. The women who were bought and sold. There was always going to be parts of his life that I didn’t agree with. I couldn’t change them. Taking his hand, I place it against my breast, not sure if this is the right way to go about what I want. “I only want you to have me,” I said.
Even as I speak the words, I sound selfish. Is it wrong to want my husband to myself? To not share him with another woman? What if he had a mistress? A woman he was already in love with.
Andrei let go of my breast and I honestly thought he had someone, that this conversation was useless, but he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down so that our gazes were on equal level.
“Adelaide Belov, there is no other woman. There is no one else I want.” His lips brush against mine. “You are the only woman I want, and the only one I will ever have.”
His words shock me.
Kissing him back, I cup his face. “Then take me however you want me. I don’t want you to be afraid. I’m not going to be scared, Andrei.” The time for being afraid has long since passed. There is no reason to fear this man. We’ve been married over seven months now, and other than a few cruel words and being ignored, he’s not hurt me.
“Oh, Adelaide, you have no idea what your words could do to a man.” His hands glide down my back and he tenses, tearing the negligee from my body with such ease. I never wear any panties for bed and as his hands go to my ass, I sigh. His touch always feels so good.
It’s shocking to me that at one point, I actually felt afraid of him. Bethany’s power over me is over. I won’t be afraid of anyone else, especially not her.
“But, I am going to be the only man that ever knows this.” His fingers wrap around my neck and he tightens his hold, not enough to cut off air, but firm enough that I know he’s the one in charge.
He pulls me close, smashing our lips together. So powerful as our teeth clash. My hands go to his shoulders and he breaks the kiss, tutting.
“No, arms above your head.”
I frown but do as he said, lifting my hands above my head.
Andrei leaned back, his gaze still on my breasts, and when his hands graze across my flesh, I gasp. He withdraws. “I want your eyes on me.”
I open them up as he touches me. It’s so good. I can’t stop myself from wriggling against his hard cock. I’m so wet already.
Andrei lets go of my tits, sliding his hands around my body going to my ass. “I don’t know what I love more. Your tits or your ass. Both are more than a handful. Your pussy goes without question, Adelaide. So tight and wet. Are you wet for me right now?” he asked.
“Yes.” There’s no point in lying.
I’m aroused and I want his touch. I’ve never felt like this before.
“Good, show me.” I’m about to ask him how when he instructs me. “I want you to lie down on the coffee table, spread those pretty legs open wide, and then hold your pussy open so I can see you.”
My face is so hot. His words should humiliate me, but they don’t. I like this side of him.