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As the toy whirred busily against her clit, the billionaire slid one finger inside her.
“Sergei!”
Two fingers now.
“Oh God.” His fingers started to move.
“Oh God, oh God.” Three fingers now.
And then he was fisting her, the same time increasing the strength of vibration of her little toy, and her entire body shudder. “Sergeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii——-” It took only a few more shoves, a few more vibrations, and she was screaming as she came, the force of her release making her eyes roll back.
When she finally regained her senses and managed to catch her breath, the billionaire had already scooped her off her back and was now arranging her on her fours.
“S-Sergei?”
He positioned himself behind her.
Again?She twisted her head around to gape at him, saying weakly, “It’s too much.”
He ran a hand lovingly down her back, but instead of answering he simply thrust his engorged erection inside her, his cock plunging so deep inside it shoved her forward and she gasped.
“I’ve only fucking started,pchelka.” And when she felt him pressing her toy to her clit once more, she knew it was true. The fun was getting started, and it would be torture, pure, beautiful, excruciating torture.
It was over an hour later by the time Sergei left for work, and he only did so when he had helped Fredericka take a bath, told her sternly to rest, and kissed her on the forehead before tucking her in.
She did as asked even without planning to because this, too, was another inevitable change that pregnancy had brought in. She was just so damn sleepy all the time.
It was half-past ten when she woke up, and only because one of the live-in maids employed by the Grachyovs had gently woken her up, telling her that she had a visitor.
Remembering that her cousin had flown in to visit her and was due today, she hastily got up and asked the maid to take Alyx to her office. Upon moving in, Sergei had told her explicitly the first day that he would not let her have her own room. Instead, he would give Fredericka her own home library, and she could do with it as she saw fit.
Alyx grinned in relief when the door burst open and her redheaded cousin came rushing in. “You look fantastic,” she exclaimed as she gave Fredericka a rare tight hug. She would never admit it, but she had worried greatly about her cousin. “You’re practically glowing,” Alyx continued admiringly. “Does this mean everything’s going great with you and your Russian boy toy?”
“Alyx!”
“Your Russian billionaire, I mean?”
“Alyx!”
“How about trophy husband?”
“No!”
“Then what about—-” When Fredericka growled, she said laughingly, “Okay, okay, just answer the question. Are you happy with Sergei?”
“Yes.” But her voice came out strangled. “I’m really happy. With him. His family.” And without warning, Fredericka burst into tears. “I’m happy when I should feel suffocated, and it’s not right. I think I should leave him.”
Chapter Fifteen
“SELF-SABOTAGE,” ALYXdeclared half an hour later. They were at the Grachyovs’ garden, enjoying juice in porcelain teacups and a tiered-tray filled with an assortment of sweets that would have made the Duchess of Cambridge proud. Fredericka had tried asking for tea, but since that was bad for her, this was the next best thing.
“It’s a defense mechanism,” Alyx continued, “brought about by feelings of insecurity and fear. You’ve lived all your life alone and afraid of commitment, and now that you are in a relationship—-”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are, don’t bother denying it.”
“But I didn’t take his ring.”