Page 55 of Paved in Hate
I give her thigh a squeeze under the table, forcing myself to not think about her cute cotton panties. I can still smell her feminine musky scent on my face, and I hesitate to take my first drink of wine, knowing it's going to wash away the faint taste of her pussy that still lingers on my tongue. I need the alcohol, though, so I take a healthy drink promising myself I'll bury my head between her legs again as soon as I can. I'm addicted to my wife and I always want to smell and taste like her.
Konstantin waves a dismissive hand at his staff, and they leave with a quickness that makes it obvious they're terrified of the two men. I'd seen bruises on the woman who had served me, and I know there are probably several more hidden beneath the simple black dress she’s wearing. I feel damn sorry for any women these men own. I’m guessing they’re brutal behind closed doors.
Forcing myself to eat, I can’t help but wonder what Katya’s life was like with them. She must’ve been constantly terrified, and when I think about the kind of man she could’ve easily been forced to marry, my fingers tighten around my fork. I can’t imagine another man’s hands on my wife, another man violently taking her virginity like she’d assumed I was going to do on our wedding night.
Squeezing her thigh again, I remind myself that she’s safe and with me and that no one will ever hurt her again. She’s so quickly become the most important thing in my life, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I swore I’d never fall in love, and then I went and did it in record time.
Konstantin breaks the silence when he reaches for more bread and says, “Tell Matvey we have a new shipment coming in soon. There might be something in it he’s interested in.”
I take my time swallowing the mouthful of pasta I just took. “I’ll let him know,” I say, knowing there’s not a chance in hell that Matvey will ever get a pet or anything else that involves a woman who isn’t Alina.
We spend the rest of the lunch talking about the auction they have planned for next month. They briefly mention the disappearance of the doctor they had on their payroll, and it takes everything I have to not laugh and tell them that my brothers and I tortured him for information before finally allowing him the death he’d been begging us for. They’ve recently hired a new doctor and everything is all set for the upcoming shipment of women.
“So you’ll be here for a while then?” I ask.
“We like it here,” Osip says.
Konstantin smiles and waves a woman over, motioning for her to start clearing the table of our plates. I’m fully aware that Katya’s barely eaten anything, but I’m not about to demand she finish her plate now. I’ll grab her something on the way home so she’s not hungry.
I nearly groan in frustration when the two women come back carrying dessert. I just want to get the fuck out of here, but I’m obviously going to have to wait a little bit longer before we can make our escape. Keeping my hand firmly on Katya’s thigh, I manage a few bites of lemon cake before I set my fork down and call it quits. I’ve fucking played nice long enough. I’m not going to be able to manage it for much longer.
“Well, thanks for lunch,” I say, setting my napkin down and hoping like hell the two men in front of me will take the fucking hint. They do not, or they just willfully choose to ignore it. I’m guessing it’s the latter based on the amused glint in Konstantin’s eyes.
He stands and smiles. “Let’s have a drink in the other room.”
I bite back the heavy sigh I want to give and stand before helping Katya with her chair. While I grab her hand, Konstantin gives a soft laugh. “She can stay here and visit with Osip. It’ll give us a chance to talk more business.”
I feel Katya stiffen beside me, but I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer. “You wouldn’t separate newlyweds so quickly, would you? I’ve actually grown quite attached to my little wife.”
I give her ass a squeeze and pull her even harder against me. “In fact, I think we might just skip the drinks altogether.” I give her brothers a big smile. “Maybe we can do this again soon. Right now I have plans with your sister that I’m guessing you don’t want to know about.”
Osip looks like he wants to argue, but Konstantin lets out a small laugh and shakes his head at me. “I’m happy our sister is taking such good care of you. I had a feeling you two would be a good match.”
I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly in my life. Like hell he did. He would’ve thrown Katya to any man he thought would further his business, and now he’s standing here acting like he’s been making love matches and playing Cupid. What a smug fucking bastard.
Squeezing Katya’s ass like the lifeline it’s become, I smile at her oldest brother. “You were right. I thought for sure I’d hate marriage, but it’s nice having a beautiful woman pick up after me and spread her legs anytime I want.”
I laugh and Katya’s hand slips under my suit jacket so she can dig her nails into my back, letting me know I’ll be paying for that one later. Since my gun is within easy reach of her angry hand, I figure it’s best to not press my luck, so I hold out my hand to Konstantin and say, “We can meet soon with my brothers to discuss the upcoming auction and how to handle security.”
“Sounds good.” Konstantin gives Katya another goodbye hug that makes my skin crawl before Osip does the same. It’s the last time they’ll ever see her. They’ll never fucking breathe the same air as her again.
With my arm back firmly around her waist so I’m not only keeping her close to me, but also making sure she keeps most her weight off her damn feet, we make our way back to the front door. The same woman hands us our coats, and when Katya takes hers, she gives the woman a sympathetic smile and a very quick arm squeeze. As soon as she hears footsteps behind us, though, she drops her hand and looks away. She doesn’t acknowledge the woman’s presence again. It’s as if she’s invisible to her.
We say goodbye and once I hear the door shut behind us, I let out a deep breath and give a soft laugh. “Fuck me, baby, I hate your family. Can you imagine doing Christmas with those icy bastards? I’m so glad you’ll never be seeing them again.”
“Me too.” She rests her head on my arm as we walk to the car. “And they weren’t fun at Christmas at all, so you’re not missing out.”
I open the car door for her and help her in. Leaning down, I undo her stupid heels and throw them on the backseat. Looking up, I give her a wink.
“I’m a lot of fun at Christmas. I also like to wear the pajamas with the feet in them. I have a nice set with red reindeer on them.”
She laughs and shakes her head like she doesn’t believe me. “You do not.”
I stand up and before I shut the door in her cute face, I say, “I do, and we’re getting you a matching pair. We need Christmas pictures in the ugliest Christmas sweaters we can find, and I want to see you naked and tied up in Christmas lights, maybe I’ll even put a candy cane up your ass.”
I laugh at her shocked face and shut the door. She’d look sexy as hell on her hands and knees, bound with lights, and a festive candy cane sticking out of her ass. If that doesn’t scream holiday cheer, I don’t know what does. I might even add a cute headband with reindeer antlers. God, the holidays are going to be so fucking fun with her.
I’m still smiling when I get in the driver’s side and head down the long driveway and out the gate. Before I take us back to the penthouse, I run through a drive-thru and order her a cheeseburger meal.
