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P iotr

O livia lets out the most adorable shriek as I pull her into the shower with me.

I switch our positions so she’s directly under the stream of warm water.

I don’t want her to get cold. Closing her eyes, she tips her head back, exposing her long, slender neck as she wets her hair. Fuck, I want to mark her perfect skin.

It’s only a minute since I fucked her gorgeous ass, but I’m already hard for her again.

As I press against her, letting her know the effect she has on me, she gives me a timid smile.

I enjoy these glimpses of her softer side.

From the moment I saw those photos of her, I knew there was more to this woman than the spoiled princess the world sees.

I never expected her to show me hints of vulnerability so soon.

I thought it would take months of building trust before she let her guard down.

The mix of sassiness and shyness intrigues me.

“Can I touch you?” Olivia sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she gazes up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

“Of course. I’m yours as much as you are mine.”

Her eyes flash with surprise. “You are?”

How does she not know this? “Yes. There will never be another woman for me.”

“Oh.” She splays her hand across my chest and slides it slowly down my abdomen. Her touch is soft. Her fingers glide over my skin as she takes time to explore my muscles before she reaches my cock. With the backs of her fingers, she strokes me almost reverently.

“The skin is like velvet, but this vein is…” She shakes her head and laughs. “You know what it feels like.”

“I do, but I want to hear what you think.”

Olivia wraps her fingers around my length.

“It feels long, thick.” She pumps her hand up and down twice.

“It feels powerful.” She bends to lick the head of my cock.

I groan as she dips her tongue into the slit.

Olivia straightens to look me straight in the eye.

“It feels like heaven when it’s inside me. ”

Fuck! That’s it.

Spinning her around, I pull her back against me and band an arm around her chest to hold her in place. I slide my hand down her front.

“Tell me what I feel like,” Olivia commands.

“Your skin is soft. Your breasts are the perfect size.” I slip my hand between her legs. “The skin on your thighs is like silk. And your pussy.” I shove two fingers into her. “When I’m inside it I feel like I’m whole.”

Olivia’s head drops back against my shoulder. Her mouth forms an O as I fuck her with my fingers. She whimpers as I press the heel of my hand against her clit.

“Too much?” I ask.

“Not enough.” Her words come out in a breathless rush. “I want you inside me.”

I could never deny my wife. Pulling my fingers out of her, I push on her shoulders to force her to bend. She grabs onto the handrail that the previous tenant of the apartment installed. I kick her feet farther apart.

“Hold on tight.” It’s the only warning I give her before putting my hands on her hips and impaling her on my cock.

“Fuck, Piotr!” she shrieks as I fuck her with an intensity she hasn’t experienced yet.

I rut into her like a wild animal. My cock drives deeper with each thrust, and I know I won’t last. Pulling her up so her back is flush against my chest, I wrap my arm around her waist and pound into her hot little pussy.

Squeezing her breast hard, I pinch her nipple.

Olivia whines and writhes against me, but I don’t let up.

As warm water cascades over us, I kiss her neck, then suck until I’m sure I’ve left a mark.

“Piotr!” Olivia’s tight channel squeezes around me and I can’t hold back any longer. My balls draw up tight and my cock swells. I pull out of her and my cum splatters across her thighs.

Breathing harshly, I drop my head to Olivia’s shoulder and hold her as she quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

A few seconds pass before Olivia wriggles out of my embrace.

She peers up at me from beneath her thick eyelashes, blinking as water gets in her eyes.

I cup her cheek with my hand, and she leans into me, seeking reassurance.

“That was incredible, malyskha .”

“Yes, it was.” She doesn’t sound like she means it.

“Wasn’t it good for you?” I ask.

“It was amazing. It’s just, well… do you think I’m a slut?”

I don’t know where that’s coming from. Is she still thinking about the message she got at the wedding?

“Why would I think you’re a slut?”

“Well, I’ve let you fuck me on a plane, in a laundry room, in the shower.” She drops her gaze to the floor. “That all seems pretty slutty to me.”

“Is this a Catholic thing?”

Olivia scoffs. “I haven’t set foot in church for anything but a wedding or a funeral since I was eight years old.” She purses her lips.

“Then it’s your brothers to blame.”

“You think?”

“They chastise you for every little thing they think you’ve done wrong. They kept boys at arm’s length. It’s given you a fear of exploring your desires.”

Olivia contemplates that for a moment, then nods. “You know just how to make me feel better. Of course it’s my brothers’ fault I have these doubts about myself. Everything’s their fault.”

“You want me to beat them up for you?”

Olivia laughs. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Well, unless you want to punch Leo. He’s a dick.”

“Leo’s the worst of them?”

“He’d die for me just like the rest of them would, but he’d use his last breath to tell me my skirt was too short.”

I laugh, but make a note to tell Leo to watch how he speaks to my wife in the future.

Olivia turns her back on me and grabs the shampoo.

She washes her hair and then lathers shower gel over her whole body.

I also wash and we step out of the shower together.

There are two fluffy white robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

The housekeeper must have left them there for us.

I hold one out for Olivia and she slips her arms into the sleeves.

She ties the belt around her waist and heads back into the bedroom. I put on my robe and follow her.

She picks up her purse and takes out her cellphone. I sit on the bed. Olivia fiddles about with her phone for a couple of minutes, presumably answering messages.

“Come sit with me,” I say as she puts her phone away. “We still have a while before we have to get ready for our tour of the Louvre.”

“You want to snuggle?” she asks as I open my arms for her to clamber onto my lap.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want to wreck my ice prince persona.”

Olivia settles against my chest, and I enjoy our closeness. This isn’t something I craved until I set my sights on her. Now I think I could develop a real cuddling habit. I stroke her hair and her breathing gets deeper. I think she’s asleep until she speaks.

“We haven’t talked about kids.”

The topic shouldn’t surprise me considering we’re newly married, but I still find myself entirely unprepared.

“Aren’t you on the pill?” I know she is because I saw a full medical report on her before we married, not that I’ll ever tell her that.

“I am, but I need to know if I should keep taking it.”

My instinct is to tell her yes, but I want to know her thoughts on the matter.

“Do you want a baby?”

Olivia shrugs. “It would give me something to do.”

I push her away gently so I can see her face. I need to know what she’s thinking. Fatherhood isn’t something that will come naturally to me, but even I know you don’t have kids to pass the time.

“A baby’s a commitment, not a hobby.”

“I know that. It’s just that I’m…”

“Bored,” I fill in for her. This is something I knew would be an issue at some point. I just didn’t expect it to arise so soon.

“I’m not bored now, not while we’re here like this, but when we go back to New York.” She pauses and frowns. “Will we go back to New York?”

“Of course.” It’s where my primary residence is and my uncle’s business concerns are largely based in the city. “We’ll also come to Europe often.”

“Okay, so once the honeymoon is over, you’ll have wheeling and dealing and torturing your enemies to keep occupied. What will I have? Shopping, dinner parties, and more shopping.”

“You have four sisters-in-law.”

“They’re all busy with their own projects. My friends are all working or traveling. Even Alessia has college.”

“You want to go to college?” It could be a nightmare for security, but I’m not opposed to the idea.

Olivia shakes her head. “I want to run my own business. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

“Have you worked up a business proposal?”

“Not yet. I didn’t know if it would be worth putting all that effort in if I was going to end up married to some sexist asshole who wants his wife to stay home and warm his bed.”

“Do you think I’m going to demand you do that?”

“No, I don’t, but I don’t know you well enough to be sure.”

“If you want to stay home and warm my bed, I’ll be happy.” I put a finger beneath her chin and force her to look at me as she scowls and tries to turn away. “If you want to run your own business, I’ll be happy with that, too.”

“And what about having kids?”

“I’d like a couple, but to be honest, right now isn’t the best time. My uncle only just named me Pakhan. I don’t expect a rebellion over it, but you never know.”

Olivia nods as if she understands the problems I could face. I suppose she saw it all when Antonio took his place as head of their family. There was a lot of bloodshed as he established control.

“Okay, so I can go ahead and put together a business plan.”

“Yes.” I stroke her arm. “And when you’re ready, I’d like you to show it to me. If the numbers look good, I’ll be your first investor.”

A smile spreads across Olivia’s face that warms me to the core. Fuck, seeing her happy is the best feeling in the world. This woman is fast becoming everything I never even knew I wanted.