“Oh God, yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking on the edge of a moan.
I try to stay quiet, try to be good, but he drives into me harder until silence is no longer an option.
“Louder, Tessa,” he roars against my ear. “Let her hear you. Let the whole damn world know I’m yours and you’re mine.”
His fingers slip between my thighs, stroking my clit with merciless precision. Pleasure builds like fire licking up my spine, twisting until I’m on the edge of something I can’t contain.
Each thrust sends me spiraling faster, deeper, until I’m clawing atthe wall for balance.
My orgasm tears through me like a storm, wild and consuming. “Yes! Konstantin, oh God!”
“I’m the only God you’re ever going to need.”
His hand closes around my throat, my pleasure enhancing the tighter he squeezes. My cry echoes through the room, body trembling, nerves on fire. Every part of me his.
With a guttural grunt, he explodes inside me, driving into me with a vicious, relentless force, giving me every inch of himself. It’s raw, feral, and I can’t get enough.
As the storm inside us slowly fades, his breathing is heavy and erratic as he lowers me just enough, his forehead pressing into mine. “S toboy ya zabyvayu, kto ya takoy.”
The sound of his tortured words hangs in the air between us, making my heart stutter with curiosity and a strange ache.
“What does that mean?” I ask in a barely there whisper.
He pauses, his hands tightening around my hips like he’s afraid I’ll slip away. “That with you, I forget who I am, Tessa. And I’ve never been one to forget.”
His words hit harder than I expected. My stomach flips, a wave of vulnerability crashing through me.
In this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m in deeper than I ever thought possible. And there’s no turning back from whatever we’ve become.
Hours later, I’m finally done shopping and that sales associate who had goo-goo eyes for my husband suddenly can’t even look at me.
Might have been the five orgasms she had to listen to before we finally made our appearance. Poor thing.
My lips wind up as I grin at her. “Thanks for all your help…” I glance down at her name tag. “Gwen.”
“Of course.” She can barely get the words out. “Have a good day, Mrs. Marinova. Mr. Marinov.”
“We will.” I grab his hand as we exit the store together, his men carrying our bags for us.
He stops midstride, turning to me. His gaze lingers, and for a moment, I forget how wrong we are, because nothing about this feels wrong at all.
“You’re beautiful and ferocious, moya l’vitsa.” His palm cups my cheek, thumb rolling over my skin until my lashes flutter.
“Does that mean lioness?”
“Yes. It’s what you are, especially when you have those sharp claws out the way you did in the store. I like it.” His lips fall to the corner of my mouth, and my hand instinctively wraps around the back of his neck.
“That’s sweet,” I tell him as he backs away, staring into my eyes.
“You know…” he says, tugging my chin in his tight grasp. “If my enemies ever heard me being described as sweet, they’d laugh.”
“Oh, trust me…” I rise up on my toes to kiss him. “I completely understand.”
He groans, kissing me hard, and I surrender to this mind-bending passion between us that only gets stronger with each day. By the time we come up for air and head into the car, I don’t even know what time it is.
As we drive back to the estate, I ask to stop at a convenience store, needing something to drink.
“Take this. It has no limit.” He hands me a credit card.
