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CHAPTER 24

MIKHAIL

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As she snuggles against me, all I can think about is how I fucked up.

I took her virginity against a damn tree and then carried her ass back to a truck.

I had no idea. But I should have done better. That wasn’t the way I should have taken my wife for the first time. She just riles me up something special, that woman.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

With my eyes closed, I gently press a kiss through my mask onto the top of her head.

“I want to make it up to you,” I whisper.

With a slow tilt of her head, she looks up at me, her gaze curious and questioning.

“Make what up?” She frowns, and I can almost hear her mind spinning.

“I want to make up for the way I took your virginity.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. She’s more than that to me. She needs to see it, to feel it.

“I wanted it, Miki. I enjoyed myself. Stop worrying.”

I grasp her face, my hands warm against the cool of her cheeks.

“No, iskorka. You deserve better. Hell of a lot better than being fucked in the woods like some animal.”

A slow smirk, a hint of something wicked, curves her lips.

“Oh, well, I was about to ask you if you’d chase me again?”

I chuckle and shake my head.

“Another day I’ll chase you anywhere you want. But today, I want a do over. Please let me show you how you should be treated. I just need your trust for one night and I’ll make this right.”

“I really don’t need?— “

I cut her off before she can continue.

“You were made for me, pretty girl. Let me prove I’m worthy of you.”

I tilt her chin up with my thumb and stare into those bright blue eyes that melt away a little more ice around my heart.

“You? Worthy of me? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s the other way round.”

That adorable frown makes me smile.

“One day, you’ll see the real man you’re dealing with.”

And I fear that day will be the day I lose her. When she sees what’s under that mask, the scars, the evil in my life, she will run a fucking mile and I won’t be able to stop her.

I can’t trap her with a monster.

But for now, while she’s mine, I want to show her what she means to me.

Without realizing, this little spark has brought some life back into me.

The cold breeze picks up and she shivers, so I pull her closer, stroking her hair away from her face, feeling the damp strands.

“You’re my wife. I claimed you as mine. I want to explore every inch of you. I want to take you to new heights. Figure out what makes you shake, what makes you scream. I want my wife to be a constant mix of sexually frustrated and freshly fucked. You’re a firecracker that needs taming.”

I have a good idea what she needs.

My little brat.

She is mine to explore.

“And I want to learn how to please my husband.”

I rub my thumb along her wet bottom lip.

“Trust me, anything you do will send me feral. I know you’ll be my perfect submissive and a spectacular brat. I’m never going to deny the fact I enjoy both sides of you. Just always keep being you, keep creating fires even in the rain, pretty girl.”

Her beautiful eyes glaze over, losing their sparkle, and I gently cup her cheek, feeling the coolness of her skin.

“Don’t cry on me, baby,” I whisper.

A small sniffle escapes her, and a sharp, physical pain shoots through my chest.

“No one has ever seen me. Not properly. That’s why I never gave myself to anyone. But you, I knew from that first second when I looked into your eyes that you were special. That you saw straight through me.”

I’m thinking she was right about the whole soulmate thing. There is no other explanation that in the first instance I wanted her. That I felt like I’d known her my entire life.

It felt right making her my wife. The thought of losing her is as painful as losing a limb.

It’s made my entire life before her seem meaningless. It only started the moment I met her. It’s now I start living with her and for her.

“Show me. Give me the do-over.”

I press my forehead against hers. Damn this mask. I want to press my lips to hers, to consume her absolutely and steal her breath.

She deserves to be kissed in the rain and feel how truly crazy I am about her.

I wish I could give her all of me. If there’s one person on this planet who could get me to take this mask off, it’s her.

“I’ve got you, iskorka. Always.”

She slides her small palms up my t-shirt and rests them on my pecs.

That single touch ignites a wildfire of sensation, scorching its way through my veins.

“I know. I trust you. Make me yours, and rock my world, big man.”

I bend down, gently scoop her into my arms, and carry her back to the cabin. Once inside, I slam the door shut with a resounding thud, then kick off my muddy boots before heading to the bedroom.

I want to ravish her and I’m not sure how I am going to stop myself, she makes me wild just looking at her.

Laying her softly down on the mattress, she runs her hands through her wet hair.

“I’ll warm you back up, baby. Don’t worry about that.” I wink at her and she blushes.

With a groan, she pushes herself up, and I reach out, taking her calves in my hands, pulling her towards me to the edge of her bed.

I run my fingers along the bottom of her top as she raises her arms, allowing me to remove the damp fabric from her skin.

“Fuck. So gorgeous.” I tell her and she bites on her lip.

“I want to run my tongue along every inch of you. Does that sound like a good start?” I whisper as I lean in and unclasp her bra with one hand. I tear it from her and toss it away, then run my lips along her shoulder.

“Be a good girl and lift those hips for me.”

She does as I command, and I peel those sexy black leggings off to reveal her toned legs.

“I can’t take my eyes off you. So beautiful and all mine.”

She smiles at me. She’s quiet, almost nervous, which is unusual for my girl. As she goes to cover her breasts, I shake my head. I don’t want her hiding any part from me.

I guess I’m a fine one to talk.

“Hands above your head. One lesson you’ll learn quickly is, in here, you listen to my every command. Everything I do is for your pleasure, or it acts as a lesson in submission. I will learn your body, mind, and boundaries. This requires trust and communication. Is that okay, baby?”

She nods and her eyes go wide, flicking around the room.

Between her spread legs, I crawl closer, and my hand tightens around her jaw.

“Eyes on me and use your words. Is that what you want?”

I stroke her hair away from her face, and she studies me.

Shit, my growing cock is pressing against her hot pussy.

“Yes. I want that. I want to be a good wife for you in every way.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Siting on my heels, I rip my T-shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. I need to do this right, which means I need my mask off.

I need her on my tongue.

“Arms above your head, iskorka.”

I work my palms up her sides and cup her breasts, pinching her erect nipples between my fingers. That touch alone has her back arching off the bed and a little moan escaping her.

Fuck, that brings my cock to full attention.

“So sensitive, aren’t you, baby? Perfect for me to play with.”

With her hands raised, I grab the belt beside me, swiftly looping it twice around her wrists and fastening it securely to the headboard to prevent any movement.

I don’t want her to see my face but I also can’t have her touching it.

I can’t lose her, not yet.

Rifling through the drawer, I grab one of my black T-shirts and fold it up lengthways. As I climb back on the bed, I can’t help admire her, cuffed and spread for me.

Her mouth makes a perfect “O” as I give her the gentlest of touches along the seam of her pussy through her little black lace panties.

“I don’t want you to think. I just want you to focus on how good I make you feel.”

Sliding my hand under her head, I gently tug on her hair at the scalp, and she looks up and grins at me.

“Keep your head like this for me.”

I tie the tee around her eyes and secure it in place, then gently rest her back on the mattress.

“What can you see?” I ask.

She laughs.

“Absolutely fucking nothing, Miki. I want to see you, watch you enjoy me.” She pouts.

“One day. For now, just lie there and really feel what I’m doing. It will heighten everything else.”

I do feel bad. I hate that this is part of my life.

“Okay, big man. I’m ready for you.”

She bites down on her lip so I lean in and suck on it.

“I’m not sure you’re the one giving the orders around here. After today, talk like that and you’ll get punished. This is your first and only free card.”

“Oh, punished?”

“Hmm, mmm, however I see fit.”

I sit up and study her. The way her chest rises and falls in anticipation. The goosebumps running up her arms.

“I’m not giving you a safe word.”

“It’s fine. I trust you won’t hurt me.”

Do I trust myself with her?

“No. We will start with colors. Red means stop. Yellow, you need me to calm down, green is carry the fuck on. Got it?”

“Do you, er, do this a lot with women?” she asks quietly.

“I have a past. But recently, no.”

Before my face got fucked up, that was a lifestyle. No emotions, no girlfriends, just an outlet.

“Hmm. Okay. And yes, colors work fine for me.”

“Such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, trailing my hand down her chest. I grab her breast and squeeze.

“These are mine.”

I untie my mask and toss it to one side of the bed. It’s a relief. A step closer to showing her the real me.

Dipping my head in, I take her rosy bud in my mouth and suck. She pulls in a sharp breath and pushes her chest out.

I move between her breasts and lick her soft skin all the way down to the hem of her panties. My mouth almost salivating at the thought of tasting her.

Peeling her panties over her legs, I debate putting them in her mouth, but I don’t want her to be quiet. I want to hear every noise that escapes her.

I push her legs further apart, I hold them down as I line my face up with her pussy. Pressing kisses on the inside of her thigh, I alternate between each leg, getting closer to her glistening cunt.

"So fucking wet for me, gorgeous,” I say and kiss her there.

“Oh.” She almost sounds surprised.

So I do it again, this time, I suck after.

Spreading her open with two fingers, I lick her from her clit to her entrance.

“You taste divine.”

When I look up, a blush is spreading up her neck and she’s biting on her lip, with her fists clenched above her head.

“Color?”

She flattens her knees into the mattress and pushes her hips up and I slowly circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I know the answer.

“Green. So fucking green. More.”

I swipe my tongue all the way along her slit.

“More, what?”

“Please, Mikhail.”

I groan at the way my name rolls off her tongue in her subtle Russian accent. It’s sexy. But it’s the desperation in her voice that has my cock twitching against my boxers.

“Good girl.”

Her hips buck as I feast, her thighs closing around my head so I push them back down flat and hold her still.

“Legs stay like this and I’ll let you come on my face. Got it?”

She rolls her hips. “Mmm, hmm.”

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck.

I slide my fingers along her dripping pussy and press two gently inside her, letting her adjust to them, at the same time licking her until her entire body is quivering around me.

“You taste so good. Your pussy is perfect. I could sit and eat you all day.” I start pumping my fingers in and out, feeling her walls clamp around them.

Maybe I’ll spend twenty-four hours eating my wife out.

“Fuck, Miki,” she says breathlessly.

The faster I fuck her with my fingers, her breathing becomes more shallow, those quivers turn to shakes.

Pressing my left hand down on her lower stomach, I curl them inside her to hit her G-spot and I lick up every drop of her.

“Oh my god,” she chants.

“Come on my face, pretty girl. Don’t hold back, I want all of it.”

Her screams echo through the room and I swear I nearly come in my boxers. I hold her still, letting her ride her climax out all over my face. Fuck, this has to be the most erotic view of my life.

Just as her body sags into the mattress and she tries to catch her breath, I climb over her, resting my weight on my forearm and run my wet fingers along her lips.

“Taste yourself, taste what I do to you.”

“That’s hot.”

I grin and slam my lips over hers, our first proper kiss with no mask. Fuck, hers are so soft. Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she moans and her legs wrap around me, pressing my hard cock against her soaking pussy.

I let out a groan as she grinds her hips against me, and I deepen our kiss, with my hand wrapping around her slender neck, her pulse going wild against my palm.

“You want your husband’s dick inside you now? Is that why you’re desperately grinding on me?”

I don’t want her to stop.

“I want you,” she manages to say.

“I really fucking want you too, Anastasia. I want to feel that tight pussy take every inch of me and then I’m going to fuck you, nice and slow to start with and then I’ll push your limits to see how much my good girl can take. Then, I’ll fill you up until my come is sliding out of you.”