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Dmitri

Arousal fills her eyes as she places her hands on my shoulders, steadying herself while I slide my fingers through her folds. She’s already soaked for me.

Her punishment has us both urgent and ready for each other.

“Did you want to tell me how much you hate me again?” I ask, rolling her clit beneath the pad of my middle finger.

Finding the right amount of pressure with her is easy; her expression gives her away. I doubt she even knows how to hide it from me.

She curls her fingers into my shoulders, the nails biting into my flesh. “I will hate you more if you stop.”

I slap her bare ass with my left hand.

“If you tell me again you hate me, I will put you back over my knee.” It’s a facade.

Punishing her again would only serve to delay getting inside of her. And that won’t happen.

She groans as I rub her clit harder and kiss her neck.

“Tell me you love my fingers in your pussy.” Thrusting two fingers up into her tight passage, I clench my teeth. She’s so fucking tight.

“I do.” She nods. “But more, Dmitri, I need more.”

She sinks down a little as though to seek out a third finger.

“No, Amelia. No more until you take my cock.” I lick the little spot on her neck just above her collarbone, then sink my teeth into the flesh.

She unleashes a melody of hisses at the sensations of pleasure and pain mingling together.

“Then fuck me. Like this.” She reaches down between us, searching out my pants.

“No. Not like this. On the bed.” I pull my fingers from her pussy, sinking them immediately into my mouth to taste her sweetness. “Now.”

I smack her ass again, harder than before so she knows I mean business.

She rolls her eyes, letting me know she’s not intimidated. This woman will forever keep me on my toes. Not five minutes since, she was lying over my lap with a hot, red ass from her punishment, and now she’s rolling her eyes at me.

I watch in the mirror on the wall as she climbs off my lap and struts to the bed. Her ass cheeks, still a bright pink, sway with her movements and the urge to bite into her sweet flesh overwhelms me.

As I make my way to her, I’m already shucking out of my pants, shoving my boxers to the floor and kicking the mess of fabric away. Her eyes widen when she gets a look at my naked form.

Scars litter my chest and abdomen. My back is no better. While some men in my world cover the blemishes up with tattoos, I have chosen to leave them uncovered.

These are the markings of my past. Each wound brought me closer to my goal, to sit at the top of my own destiny.

No one handed me my empire. Every brick was laid with my blood.

The bed dips as I climb up beside her, moving between her thighs. She leans back against the pillows. Her hair, completely out of the hair tie from all her squirming over my lap, splays out behind her.

I hold myself over her, my forearms on either side of her head, and my mouth hovering a mere breath over hers.

“You’re my wife now, Amelia,” I say, my cock nudging against her entrance.

Her heat beckons me, and all I want to do is plow straight into her and pound her until the bed breaks through the wall and we’re both screaming with release.

“Yes, Dmitri.” She nods a little, pushing her hips up toward me, as though to force my cock into her before I’m ready.

No matter how much I give her, she will always try to take more.

Smart woman.

Take what you want and refuse to be denied.

“Your ass is still red from my hand, and your pussy is soaked with need for my cock.”

Her blush returns to her face, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from shoving all the way into her tight pussy right now.

“You don’t need to say it like that.” She tries to turn away from me, but I grasp her chin and pull her back for a kiss.

A long, seductive kiss that leaves me with more desperation to be inside her than before.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re so proud of yourself.”

“I am proud. You took your punishment well, even with all your squirming.” I let her chin go. “You may still fight how much you enjoy being bent to my authority, but your body knows who it belongs to.”

I nudge forward enough that the fat head of my cock pushes just past her entrance, making her gasp at the sudden invasion.

“Arrogant,” she mutters, but then moans as I push further inside.

Too slow for any sort of reprieve for myself. It’s taking too much energy to keep from fucking this woman into oblivion.

“There are other ways to punish naughty wives.” I reach between our bodies, finding her wet and swollen clit. “I can easily find my own pleasure, use this gorgeous body of yours for myself, and leave you panting and wanting.”

I flick her clit until her body tenses beneath me. “I can leave you on the edge, not letting you come until you learn to be a good girl for me.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Oh, god, Dmitri.”

She digs her heels into the mattress and pushes up, taking my cock inside another inch as I rub her clit faster and faster.

“Will you be good for me, Amelia?”

She nods fast and furiously, but I think I could make her promise anything at this moment and she’d agree.

There’s a whimper when I pull my hand back from between our bodies. “Promise me. Say it, Amelia.”

She looks up at me, the desperation in her eyes matching the feeling in my chest. If I don’t get inside of her soon, I’m going to die.

“I promise, Dmitri. I’ll be good for you.” She licks her lips. “I’ll be a good girl.”

When she finally says it, when the words reach my ears, I drive into her hard up to the hilt. My balls smack against her ass cheeks as I bury myself fully inside her hot, wet, tight pussy.

I groan as her body squeezes around my cock. Fuck, she feels perfect.

I’ve fucked women, many women, but none of them compared to this. Her heat wraps around me, but not just around my cock. Every inch of my body, of my soul warms with her touch.

Her walls clench around my cock. It’s too much.

Pulling back until I’m almost gone from her warmth, I pause, line up our gazes then plow back in.

“Fuck!” I grind out. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I grab her hip, pinning her to the bed as I drive into her harder and faster.

“Dmitri,” she whimpers, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist.

She opens her mouth, like she wants to say something, but it’s cut off by my kiss. Her lips part easily, giving me full access to fuck her mouth with my tongue while my cock drives her harder into the bed.

I growl, breaking the kiss and arching my back, twisting my hips just enough to change where my cock hits her walls as I continue to fuck her.

“Oh, god. Oh, god!” She grabs at my arms, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. “Dmitri! Oh, fuck, Dmitri!”

“Say it again, Amelia. Say you’ll be my good girl. Say it. I need to hear you.” Electric heat zips down my spine as my balls pull tight.

I will die like this, and it will be most heroic death a man can face.

“I’ll be good. So good. I’ll be your good girl.” Her nails scratch down my back and it’s all I can stand.

“Come, Amelia. Now. Come now!” I piston my hips, driving harder and grinding my pelvis against her body.

She screams my name into my ear as she comes a moment later. Her voice gives out and she’s left with her mouth dropped open, a silent cry stretching her throat.

Gritting my teeth, I plow once, twice, and then once more before stilling inside her tight pussy. Her own release continues to spasm around my cock, clenching and pulling my orgasm from me.

My roar of relief fills the space between us as I arch my back and unleash inside of her, splashing the walls of her pussy with my seed.

Maybe one will plant in her womb tonight.

A shudder runs through me as the last wave of my release fades.

Moments later, when I’m settled beside her on the bed, she rolls over to face me, placing her hand on my chest. She trails a scar with the tip of her finger.

“You haven’t had an easy life, have you, Dmitri?”

I cover her hand with my own. If she keeps touching me so sweetly, I’m going to want her again. And she’s probably already sore from what we’ve just done.

“No worse than I can handle.” I sweep my fingers over the back of her hand.

My eyelids are heavy with sleep. Even though it’s barely eight o’clock, I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around this woman and carry us both to sleep.

“Hmm. The people who come to the center, they’re not having an easy life either.”

I pause, open my eyes to look at her. Where is she going with all of this?

“The work you do is important,” I agree. She pushes her lips together as though she’s not sure how to proceed.

“I was the one who found her, you know.” She rests her head on my chest and snuggles closer to me.

“Who?”

“My mother,” she says softly, like just saying her name brings back the pain of it.

“I didn’t know that, no.” I go back to stroking her arm.

Her mother’s death was hard on her. She’d only been a child. Thirteen years old, at a time when a girl needs her mother most, Amelia had lost hers.

“I did. I came home early from a friend’s house. I was supposed to be staying for dinner, but I wanted to go home. I could just feel something was wrong.” She leans up again, resting her chin on my chest. “Isn’t that weird? I could sense something terrible.”

“You were close with your mother?” I offer as an explanation.

“I was,” she agrees. “When I got home, I yelled for her, but she didn’t answer. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was home. Our cook wasn’t there either. The house was empty. I ran up to her room, thinking maybe she was just sleeping. She did that a lot when she was using hard.”

I tense, knowing exactly what the little girl Amelia found when she finally came upon her mother.

“She was in her bathroom,” she whispers. “Sprawled out on the floor in just her robe. She’d passed out and hit her head on the counter on the way down.”

I squeeze her hand as though I can transfer my strength to her.

“There was blood everywhere,” she says.

I recall the scene. It wasn’t just in the bathroom either; the blood had sprayed out of the door, leaving spots on the carpeting in the bedroom.

“You’ve not had an easy life either,” I say after moments of silence pass.

I’m not sure why she’s telling me this. Or why I didn’t know she was the one who found Marion.

“The center helps people like my mom, and I have plans to expand with a women’s shelter within two years. People need it.” She turns again, staring at me, but her features have hardened.

A storm brews beneath her stare.

“I need you to swear to me that you will never make me close the center. You will always find a way to fund the foundation so I can help women like my mother who thought drugs were the only way to make life bearable.”

I push up to my elbow, effectively rolling her to her back as I hold myself over her. Concern wrinkles her brow as she looks up at me.

“What is bothering you? I’ve already told you the foundation will remain funded. There’s something else you’re worrying over.”

“I know what your connection was to my brother. I know why he made me marry you.”

“What reason do you think Lucas had to make his will the way he did?” I question her.

Until I know her way of thinking, I can’t form a response.

“Promise me the foundation will be protected first.”

“We already discussed that before. I’ve already given you my word. Are you questioning it now?”

“I don’t know you, Dmitri. Not really. You got what you wanted out of this. We’re married and the shares will roll to you now. If you chose to leave me, you could easily take what Lucas left me. At least half of it, anyway. Which means the foundation would be in trouble. I need your word that won’t happen. You won’t take the foundation from me.” Her features tighten. “Ever. For any reason.”

“Amelia.” I run the back of my knuckles across her jawline until the tension eases. “I told you; this marriage is forever. There is no leaving. No divorce. No splitting estates. You’re mine now.”

“The foundation,” she insists.

“Continues to be funded by Moreau Investments and if not from there, Velvet Tower will make annual contributions.” I lay my finger over her lips when she looks ready to speak again. “Now. Tell me what you think you know about your brother.”

“I found his ledgers,” she says against my finger.

“His ledgers?” I shift my weight and move my hand from her mouth.

“Yes. I know he’s been hiding money for you. It’s why he left the firm to you, why you having controlling shares was so important. So you could keep washing your dirty money.

“The company has been washing money for you for years, and in order for that to continue you’d need to have the controlling shares. If I had been married already, Lucas would have brought my husband into his company so that he’d be able to continue it if Lucas died.”

“And you got all that from some numbers in a ledger?”

“Are you denying it?” She hardens her voice, as though my answer will determine how the next leg of our relationship is going to go.

I demand honesty from her, and I will always give her the same.

“No, I don’t deny it. The business I had with your brother has been good for me, and for him. I believe he changed the bylaws of his company in order to always keep someone in your family in charge, so our business would never be affected. You’re probably right. In order to keep our arrangement, he made the stipulation in his will.”

It would have been nice had he warned me about it, but I don’t tell her that.

“He sold me to protect your scheme with him.”

“Sold you to me?” I can’t help the pull of my lips as a grin takes over.

“Yes. Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing at you. But if you had taken over the company, I would have had the same arrangement with you as I did with him.”

“How do you know I would keep up the agreement? Working with the mafia isn’t really my thing.” She frowns. “But I didn’t think it would be something Lucas would do either.”

She thinks it over a moment.

“Why did Lucas go into business with you? Did you force him?” Her brow wrinkles.

“No one forced him to do anything. Your brother was his own man. He had his own reasons for making his decisions.”

“It did make our father mad as hell that he wouldn’t go into politics. Lucas wanted to do things his way,” she muses. “But that doesn’t explain why you would agree to this. You have so much already; did you really need his firm?”

“No.”

“No? Just no?” She nudges my shoulder. “Tell me. Why would you want to marry a stranger who brings nothing to the marriage?”

I grin. She’s gorgeous when she gets riled up. Her eyes flash and the tip of her nose reddens. It’s different than when she’s embarrassed. Her entire face burns bright when that happens.

“Dmitri.”

“It’s simple, Amelia.” I brush a piece of hair from her cheek. “I wanted to.”

Her frustrated growl makes my cock hard again. When she shifts her hips beneath me trying to get away, my decision to keep my hands off her until morning changes.