Page 25 of Nobody Wants Me (Volkov Bratva #5)

With our dishes on the table, I rushed back to the kitchen and grabbed the bread. Today, I was starving. Also, I had a plan. The Butcher had told me to just come right out and tell Victor I wanted to have sex with him. There was no way I could just come out tell him that. It had to take finesse.

Also, I didn’t know how to exactly tell him I wanted to have sex.

It was probably super easy. All men wanted sex, that is what she told me.

Victor would be no different, but to me, he was different.

Besides, I had never had sex with anyone else.

There had only ever been Victor, and that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Not that I had a plan.

Picking up my fork and spoon, I watched as Victor took his first mouthful, and I saw the slight closing of his eyes. He enjoyed it, and for that, I was glad. I liked cooking for him.

I had missed him while he’d been gone, which was a change to how I had felt back in the other house, when I had been more than happy for him to be gone.

This is good. I like this.

As we ate, Victor told me what had happened back home. How we were all stuck. They had all settled on me moving ... a lot. I hated this idea.

“Moving?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“And you think that is safe?”

“It is the only option right now. It is how we can keep one step ahead of the game of The Grid.”

It wasn’t ideal.

We finished out soup, and then we both did the dishes.

I became aware of how close he was to me.

So close. And then, as I wiped down the sink, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to my neck.

I felt the pull of him, and I wanted to spin around and throw my arms around him. Only, I held myself back.

His hands settled on my stomach, but I wanted him to touch me everywhere. How did I tell him that? The Butcher made it sound so freaking easy, yet it was not even close. She said to just say it.

I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Only, nothing came out.

“Tell me,” he said.

His voice was so close to my ear, and I don’t know how he did it, but he sounded so erotic.

“I want to have sex.”

I don’t know how I blurted it out, especially as a few moments before, I didn’t even have the courage to say anything. What the hell was wrong with me? It made no sense at all.

This time, I did turn into his arms, because he hadn’t said anything and was completely silent. I looked into his eyes and waited.

Still nothing.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

“I did.”

“Do you want to?”

He pressed against me, so I was pressed up against the sink and felt the rock hardness of his body. I felt the thickness of his cock, and it made me gasp.

“Do you feel me?” he asked.

Yes, I felt him.

“I want you so badly.”

“And I want you,” I said.

“But—”

“No buts. This is what I want. I’m ready. You’ve been patient with me, and now I want to ... do it. You know, we can do our wedding night in the proper way.” I had to keep talking before I lost my nerve, and I was so close to losing it.

Did he not want to? I was just about to ask him that, but then he kissed me and I lost all thought. His lips felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.

Running my hands up his chest, I slid them around the back of his neck and pressed our bodies together.

Victor gripped my ass and lifted me up. I circled my legs around his waist and held onto him, as he carried me across the house, going straight toward the bedroom we had been sharing.

Once inside, he dropped me down to the bed, broke the kiss, and trailed his lips toward my neck. I cried out as he kissed my neck, biting down on that tender spot that seemed to always make me erupt in goose bumps. I didn’t want him to stop, not for a second. And he didn’t.

Victor didn’t allow the shirt I wore to get in the way.

He grabbed it with both hands and tore it right down the middle, making me gasp.

The jeans were gone as well. He undid the button with ease, slid the zipper down, and then in one swoop, they were gone.

I didn’t want to think about what had made him a master like this. My panties were next, and my bra.

I was completely naked, and he was fully dressed.

Just as he was about to touch me, I used all those skills he and The Butcher had been teaching me, and attempted to rid him of his clothes. I don’t think I was graceful like him, as I had to go on the attack. I was thankful he didn’t burst out laughing at just how pathetic I was.

I’m not sure how, but I got Victor’s clothes off his body, and I was even able to do it while sitting on the edge of the bed. This time, there was no looking away.

I looked at Victor’s body, the thickness, heavily inked, and knew he was mine. Just as I belonged to him.

I was not going to ask Ivan to give us a divorce.

Even though we had promised not to love one another, I wanted to be his friend.

I wanted us to have this mutual understanding between us.

Friendship was better than love. At least, that was what I kept telling myself, and I wanted to believe it. I was more than willing to believe it.

He kissed me, pulling me into his arms, and then pushing me back down onto the bed. I expected Victor to just fuck me, to make love to me, but for it to be better than our wedding night.

Victor had other ideas as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my body.

It made me melt. I cried out as he went to my tits, taking a nipple into his mouth, then moving onto the other one and taking it into his mouth.

The pull went straight between my thighs.

I tried to press them together, to ease that need, but Victor’s body stopped me.

He was full of surprises tonight, as he started to kiss down my body. I expected him to stop, but he kept going, spreading my legs as he did. When his tongue ran through my slit, I nearly came right off the bed. It was so unexpected and felt so damn good.

He didn’t stop there. Victor delved down, then plundered my pussy with his tongue, and I cried out, taken aback by how good it felt.

He drew his tongue back up, started to work my clit, and that was when I realized I must have died and gone straight to Heaven.

It felt so good. Better than good. I whimpered.

I didn’t know how I would be able to survive this, then he took me to the edge, toppling me over, and I wanted more. So much more.

Thrusting me over the edge into an orgasm that had my toes curling. His name spilling from my lips, over and over again. I couldn’t keep up. I just kept saying his name.

And then he moved me up the bed, and I was more than ready for this. This felt better than my wedding night. I was never going to forget this.

Victor settled between my thighs and looked into my eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He reached between us and I felt the tip of his cock as he placed it at my entrance. I didn’t feel afraid. I knew this wasn’t going to hurt.

But Victor took his time. Inch by inch, he sunk inside me, and there was no pain. I couldn’t help but tense to start, but that soon went away as I realized there was not going to be any pain. The orgasm he had given me had left me soaking wet. I was more than ready.

He was almost completely inside me, then he let go of his dick and took hold of my hands, locking our fingers together. He pressed them either side of my head, pushing me to the bed, and then thrust the last couple of inches inside me, and this made me cry out. The pleasure was intense.

He held himself perfectly still and took possession of my lips. He felt so big, so hard, and I wanted more. I didn’t want him to stop, so I started to wriggle.

Victor didn’t break the kiss, not once, and began to rock inside me, going harder and deeper. He moved, dancing with my body, and he started by making love. Slow, long strokes, that made me ache for more. I wanted him so badly.

When he sped up, I was more than ready. The pace changed, and I felt his desperation as he finally let go and showed me that even when he had no control, there was no pain. It felt so good.

And then, I saw him find his release. It was then I realized I loved having sex with my husband, and I never wanted to stop.