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CHAPTER 50

MIKHAIL

Song- Ex Habit, over my dead body.

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“Do not ever speak to my wife like that again,” I grit out every word through my teeth.

Fuck. Ana has me turned on, but that quickly morphed into rage when Zoya spoke down to my wife.

My respect for her is gone, even though I will protect my little sister with my life.

But, I have to put the woman I love first.

I saw the anger burning in her eyes, the murderous look flashed across them. It turned me the fuck on. But I can’t have her going down that path. I protect her. My hands will be dirty for her.

And she’s right, this is our home. I want to enjoy my wife at every possible opportunity. I want to have her walking round this house in my shirts with my cum dripping down her thighs. Fuck.

“I didn’t say anything bad. It’s not as if I called her a spoiled bitch with an attitude problem that clearly loves a man too good for her.”

I clench my fists, keeping myself rooted on the spot.

“Get out, Zoya. Last warning, my kindness to you only goes so far.”

She rolls her eyes and stands, resting her palms on the counter, and pushing her breasts forward. These games of hers have to stop.

“She’s only your wife on paper, not in your heart. You can’t love Mikhail.”

“Out. Now.” I raise my voice so loud she jumps back with a gasp.

She shuffles towards the patio doors and slides it open.

“You can do better, Mikhail. I know you.”

She doesn’t. Nobody knows me the way Ana does. And how wrong that statement is. Ana is too good for me.

“There is no one better in this world than my wife. Nobody. This needs to stop.”

Zoya’s eyes glass over, quickly replaced with fury. Great. I don’t have time for her, I gotta deal with my little crazy princess upstairs. Perhaps letting Ana kill her in the pool would have solved these issues.

Zoya opens her mouth and I shake my head. With a sigh, she closes the door and I watch as she walks down the path. I head over and twist the lock, then double step up the stairs and shove open our bedroom door. I stop in my tracks, raking over Anna’s gorgeous figure as she pulls the hem of the top up, revealing her perky ass in those red lace panties.

“Keep the shirt on,” I command.

She stops immediately, and I grin.

“Good girl.”

I step into the room and kick it closed with my boot. She spins to face me with a sexy smirk.

Those lips.

I need them around my cock.

Closing the distance between us, as soon as I reach her, my hand shoots out and grabs her by the throat, slamming her back into the mirror. I feel her swallow against my palm and release my grip a little.

I’ll let her say what she her piece and then I’ll fuck the rage out of her and then punish her for talking back.

“Go on, pretty girl. Let it out.”

“Mask off. You know the rules. Talking and fucking. No mask.”

As her hand touches my cheek, I snatch her wrist and spin her, pressing her face against the mirror and holding both wrists behind her back with one hand, letting her ass press against my cock.

Releasing her throat, I use that free hand to untie the back of the bandana and toss it on the floor. I don’t want to look at my reflection, so I carefully peel the black shirt over her ass and run my palm against her soft skin, digging my fingers in to grab it. I’ll keep my focus on that.

“Now you’re in position, tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“I don’t want that woman in our house.”

I don’t hesitate. “Done.”

I push forward, pressing my dick against her ass harder.

She frowns.

“Words,” I tell her, hopefully it’s not too many of them because my cock is about to explode.

“Why was that so easy?”

I spank her, and she lets out a little shriek.

“You come first. You’re my wife. I have made that clear. No one speaks to you that way. Not her. Not anyone. This is your home. I love you.”

I dig my fingers into the freshly red skin and grind my hips against her.

“And, we can’t have my innocent, untainted wife going to jail for murder, can we?”

I run my hand under her shirt and up her spine. I’d never let that happen regardless.

“She speaks to me like that again. I’ll shoot her.”

“Hmm, is that right, iskorka?”

Good thing she didn’t hear the rest of what Zoya had to say. The woman would have a bullet lodged between her eyes. I don’t want to break galena’s heart like that. I have to keep her safe and happy.

Taking out my pistol from its holster, quietly I slide back the chamber and remove the bullets, shoving them in my pocket.

She shivers as I run the gun along her back and then drag it along her throat, tipping her chin up.

“Do you even know how to aim a gun?” I question, watching her eyes in the mirror.

My pretty girl is turned on and scared at the same time, and it’s making me hard as hell.

“Ever held one?”

She shakes her head, and I pull her panties to the side and slide my finger inside.

“Dripping. Interesting.” I give her a wicked smirk in the mirror, trailing the gun over her chin and press it against her lips.

“Lick the barrel, iskorka. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

Her tongue sweeps out and licks along the side. Jesus Christ.

“You going to stay very still for me?” I stroke her cheek with the weapon and work my fingers deeper inside of her pussy.

“I-I will.” Her voice shakes.

“Color?”

She pauses before she replies. “Yellow. But I trust you.”

I get down to my knees behind her, pulling her panties down over her hips. I tap the inside of her thigh with the gun and she spreads them wider for me. Enough for me to eat her out properly.

She presses her ass against my face as I feast, licking her and fucking her with my tongue, all the while stroking up and down the inside of her leg with my pistol.

And she is soaking for me.

Edging the muzzle of the gun up higher, I stop at the entrance to her pussy. I know it’s not loaded, but she doesn’t necessarily know that.

“Trust me?” I ask, licking her again.

“Y-yes.”

I push it in far enough for her to yelp, which is soon followed by a moan when I circle her clit with my finger. I slide it in, just until the first ridge, and pull it back out, replacing it with my tongue.

“You might not know how to shoot a gun, but you sure know how to fuck one, pretty girl.”

I slap her ass as I get to my feet, spinning her round to face me. Her big eyes sparkling and a naughty smirk on her lips.

“Now, how about my cock? Fill you up properly, like the greedy girl you are, hmm?”

I’d love to see my girl pregnant.

She nods frantically as my hand wraps around her throat. I grab her waist, hoist her up, and slam her back against the mirror.

“Take the gun out of my hand,” I tell her and she tilts her head, studying me.

“You can hold it. I trust you.”

She takes it from my palm and holds it between us as I work to get my cock free from my pants and thrust inside her. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, the gun resting on my back as I pound into her, tightening my grip on her throat.

Her mouth falls open, those little breathy moans just setting me on fire with each thrust.

“Is that better, pretty girl? You prefer stretching around my cock, don’t you?”

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I want to feel you come inside me, big man. I need it.”

A primal growl erupts from my chest and I crash my lips over hers, possessing her. Her nails scratch up my neck as I dive deeper inside of her.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, pretty girl?” I grunt out.

“Fuck, Miki,” she cries out.

“I want everything with you,” she says as her fingers dig into my throat.

“Good girl. Mine to breed. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Holding her firmly in place, I can feel she’s close. So with a few last thrusts, as hard as I can, pressing the points on her throat to send her wild, she loses it and comes apart on my cock. I join her in release, filling her up with every drop of me.

Mine.

I bite down on her bottom lip and suck, loosening my fingers on her neck.

“You good, baby?” I whisper against her lips.

“I’m very good. Very full.” She teases with a sexy smirk.

“Just how you should be.”