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VADIM

Lacey closes the door behind us as soon as we're alone.

Before I can even voice my frustration about Freddy, she launches herself into my arms. Her lips crash against mine with a desperation that matches the protective fury still coursing through my veins.

"That bastard had no right to speak to you like that," I growl against her mouth. My hands grip her hips possessively, drawing her closer. The heat of her body against mine only intensifies my need to shield her from every threat.

"I know," she whispers, nipping at my lower lip. "But watching you defend me like that..." Her breath hitches as my fingers dig into her flesh. "God, Vadim..."

I press her against the wall, one hand sliding up to cradle her head while the other remains firm on her hip. The way she melts into my touch sets my blood on fire. Every soft gasp, every trembling sigh fuels both my desire and my fierce need to keep her safe.

"No one disrespects my wife," I tell her between heated kisses. " No one threatens what's mine." My hand drifts to her still-flat belly, protective instinct surging. "And no one calls you a whore except me ."

She arches into my touch, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"Yes," she breathes. "Make me your whore. Treat me like your whore."

The raw need in her voice breaks something loose inside me. I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her toward our bed. My protective rage transforms into something else—a primal urge to claim and possess her.

I strip away Lacey's clothes slowly, savoring each inch of skin revealed. She writhes beneath my touch, her breath coming in short gasps that tell me exactly how much she wants this. How much she wants me .

The changes in her body entrance me.

Her breasts are fuller, more sensitive when I brush my fingers across them. That legendary pregnancy glow isn't just a myth—her skin seems to radiate with an inner light that makes her even more beautiful. Even her hair seems different, catching the light like spun gold as it fans across the pillow.

"You're glowing, zvyozdochka ," I murmur against her neck. My hands roam her body, mapping every subtle change. Her skin is impossibly soft under my palms.

She arches into my touch with a breathy moan that sets my blood on fire. " Vadim ..."

I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, drinking in the sweetness of her response. My hand traces the curve of her hip, and slides up to cup her breast. She gasps into my mouth when I brush my thumb across her nipple.

The knowledge that she carries my child makes every touch feel more significant, more profound. My hand drifts to her belly, still flat but holding such precious cargo. She covers my hand with hers, our fingers intertwining over where our baby grows.

I break the kiss to look into her eyes, seeing my own wonder reflected there. "My beautiful wife," I whisper, before claiming her mouth again. "Perfect in every way."

"I don't want to be perfect right now." Lacey's voice trembles with need. "I want you to treat me like your filthy whore."

Her words ignite something primal inside me. I grip her thighs harder, leaving marks that will remind her who she belongs to. My mouth blazes a trail of heated kisses up her inner thigh, savoring the way she quivers under my touch.

"Are you going to beg like a good little whore?" I growl against her soft flesh.

She writhes beneath me as I knead the tender flesh of her thighs, her hips rising to seek more contact. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I trail my tongue dangerously close to where she wants me most, but not quite there.

"Yes," she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please."

I look up at her from between her legs, drinking in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, parted lips, amber-flecked eyes dark with desire. Her chest heaves with each panting breath, and it fills me with savage satisfaction.

"Please what?" I demand, my breath hot against her most sensitive flesh.

Her grip tightens in my hair. "Please... use me like the good little whore that I am."

The raw need in her voice makes my cock throb painfully. I press open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp nips that make her gasp. Each sound she makes drives me wild with desire.

"My beautiful whore," I murmur against her skin. "All mine to use however I please."

"Please," Lacey begs, her voice thick with need. "I need your cock, Vadim."

My blood surges at her words, at the raw desperation in her voice. I stand up slowly, deliberately, letting her anticipate what's coming next.

"Turn around," I command. "Lie down and open that pretty mouth for me."

She obeys instantly, and tilts her head back over the edge of the bed. Her eyes lock onto mine as her lips part in invitation. The sight of her like this—submissive, eager, completely mine—makes my cock throb with need.

I grip myself, positioning at her lips. In one smooth motion, I push into the wet heat of her mouth. She moans around me, the vibrations sending pleasure coursing through my body. Her hands reach up to grip my thighs, pulling me deeper.

"Good girl," I growl, threading my fingers through her hair.

The eager way she sucks me makes my control slip. I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Such a good little whore for me. Touch yourself while you take my cock."

Her moan vibrates around me as her hand slips between her thighs. The wet sounds of her fingers moving against her pussy mix obscenely with the sounds of her mouth on my cock. My blood burns hotter at the knowledge that pleasuring me arouses her this much.

"That's it," I growl. "Show me how desperate you are."

Her fingers move faster, her whimpers growing more urgent around me. I watch her other hand grip the sheets, her knuckles white with tension. Every thrust into her mouth draws a muffled moan from her throat.

"My dirty little cocksucker," I praise, and her enthusiasm redoubles. The wet, filthy sounds of her pleasuring herself while taking me deeper make my cock throb. "You love this, don't you? You love touching yourself while I fuck your mouth?"

She answers with a desperate moan, her hips bucking against her own fingers as she works herself closer to the edge. The sight of her like this—so wanton, so eager to please—threatens to unravel my control completely.

Unable to resist any longer, I bend over and sweep her hands away from her dripping pussy. Gripping her thighs, I lift her hips up to my mouth in one fluid motion, maintaining my angle so she can keep sucking me.

Her scent hits me first—citrus, lavender, and a musk that's uniquely her . My mouth waters as I feast on her, my tongue delving deep to taste every inch. The way she writhes and moans around my cock tells me exactly how much she loves this. Her thighs tremble in my grip as I alternate between teasing her clit and fucking her with my tongue.

Each moan, each desperate whimper sends vibrations through my cock that make my blood burn hotter. I grip her thighs harder, spreading her wider so I can devour her more thoroughly. The taste of her arousal on my tongue drives me wild with need.

"Mmm," she moans around my length, the sound muffled but unmistakably pleased. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything I'm giving her.

Her mouth works me faster, hungrier, matching the intensity of my own attentions to her sex. We feed off each other's pleasure in an endless loop of mounting desire.

Her delicate fingers join her mouth, one hand wrapping around my base while the other gently massages my balls.

Each stroke is perfectly timed with the bobbing of her head, creating a rhythm that threatens to shatter my control.

Suddenly her body tenses. She spits out my cock with a gasp, her head thrashing from side to side as her orgasm tears through her.

"Vadim! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Vadim! " Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, but I don't let up. I keep my mouth locked on her pussy, my tongue working her through every wave of pleasure.

Her cries echo off the walls as she writhes in my arms, her hands now gripping the sheets instead of my cock. The taste of her arousal floods my mouth as she comes. I growl with satisfaction against her sensitive flesh and continue feasting on her, drinking in every drop of her pleasure while she shudders and moans.

I lay Lacey back on the bed, and take in the sight of her. Her lips are swollen and red, saliva and precum glistening and ruining her makeup. Her golden hair is wild, tangled, and matted.

The flush of arousal spreads from her cheeks down her neck to her heaving breasts. Her nipples harden into tight peaks. Her fingers dive between her legs, rubbing them to tease out tiny little moans from the back of her throat.

"You look like a real whore now," I growl, running my thumb across her lower lip.

Her eyes flutter open, and she parts those perfect lips, tongue darting out to trace them.

"What are you going to do next?" Her voice is hoarse from taking me deep in her throat.

I climb on the bed, grip her thighs, and spread them wide to expose her glistening pussy.

"What do you think, zvyozdochka ? I'm going to fuck you like a whore."