Page 12 of Always Meant To Be
He nods but doesn't look convinced. I give him a nod and kiss Mamma's cheek, and then, out of respect, Anastasia and Liliya’s. Liliya turns her head at the last second, catching my lips, and I pull back. She tries to grab my arm to keep me close, and I glare at her with a growl, knowing several fucking people probably saw her action, including my fucking wife.
She flinches back as I sneer at her, “Do that again, and next time I’ll make sure a hitman hits his mark.”
Mikhail sighs as I turn and leave as I look toward my wife to see she’s already leaving out the fucking door.
Fuck’s sake.
At the penthouse, I stare at my new wife, unsure of what to do next.
"Bathroom is through the double doors, Elena," I state as we walk into the penthouse suite at Russo's Plaza. She hasn’t said a word on our way over here, not once looking my way, and even now, she doesn't say anything to me as I remove my watch and unbutton my shirt, my suit jacket long gone. Instead, she walks past me to go to the bathroom but stops just shy of the doorway.
I tilt my head and watch her. She's at war in her head, and I know exactly why. Without giving her time to debate, I walkover to her and stop just behind her. I lift my hands, and pull the tie at the back of her dress that's holding her belt, causing her to tense. I very gently unbutton the tiniest fucking buttons on earth, making her body lock up.
"Who in the fuck designed this thing?" I mutter as I get half her buttons undone a few minutes later. My wife snorts, making me smirk, but she doesn't answer me.
Once the dress is open, the first thing I see is the butterfly tattoo her father mentioned two years ago, which causes a little smile to appear on my face.
It’s no bigger than a dollar bill, full of color. However, when my eyes lock on the several belt mark scars just above it, anger overrides everything else.
I turn her to face me, causing her to gasp and grab hold of her dress at her tits. Her eyes are wide as I gently cup her cheek, our eyes connecting. She furrows her brows, slowly bringing her hand up as her finger traces my scarred brow, and she whispers, "Your eyes are the same color as my engagement ring…."
I ignore her words, and ask as gently as I can, "Who whipped you?"
She blinks, moving her finger from my face, coming out of her trance, and I instantly miss her touch. She tries to step out of my grip, but my hand on her lower back forces her closer to me, and I command, "Who,farfalla?"
Butterfly slips out, but I don't give a shit; the nickname suits her.
Her eyes widen as she takes a small step back. Confusion waves off her as she assesses me. Clearing her throat, she admits, "It doesn't matter anymore, Rome."
Rome. Fuck anyone else, I would have slit their throat for calling me that, but coming from her lips….
I can't hold back anymore; I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She gasps in shock, giving me the perfect opening. Ishove my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, instantly groaning at the champagne mixed with chocolate taste.
Her hands come up to my chest, and I expect her to push me away, but the sexual attraction we've had burning between us pulls her, and she grips my open shirt, pressing herself against me.
Fuck yes….
Groaning, I grab the straps to her dress and pull them down, causing the dress to fall to the floor. I break the kiss to get a good look at her. Instantly my mouth waters at her perky breasts, her nipples hard, only a flimsy bit of white material covering a cunt that I just know will be delicious.
I look at her face and see it's red. Smirking, I move my hands to her juicy ass, and lift her, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Pressing my lips against hers, I blindly walk us over to the bed, not willing for her to change her mind when her libido calms down.
I lay us down, my body going over hers as I remove my shirt, before my hands go to her tiny panties. I grab the material and tear them from her body, my fingers going to her drenched entrance. I feel her tense, and I quickly move my fingers to her nipples, gently playing with them, making her gasp against my mouth and relax a little. Once she’s writhing underneath me, I move my hand to her entrance again. Gently, I circle her clit, causing her to push against my hand, and I rasp against her lips, "Tell me, myfarfalla, has anyone touched you here?"
Her face brightens as she shakes her head, and I smile, commenting, "Good," before kissing her hard again, and gently pushing my finger inside her tight channel, which grips my digit instantly.
Fuck me, she's so fucking tight and responsive.
I slowly move my finger, adding two, then three, ensuring she can take me, stretching her.
Not once do I take my lips off hers as I get her ready. I undo my slacks, pushing them down.
It's only when I place my hard cock at her entrance do I break the kiss. I place my forehead against hers, linking our fingers near her head, and make eye contact with her as I push inside her.
Her walls instantly suck me in, squeezing me, and it takes everything in me not to fucking come like a teenager.
When I hit her barrier, I pause momentarily and lift my head to look at her. She squeezes her eyes tightly, and I kiss her eyes, making them fly open. “Keep your eyes on me,farfalla,” I murmur before I pull out a little, then thrust forward hard, causing her to tense and gasp.
Tears leak out the corner of her eyes. I bend down, licking them away while keeping myself rooted deep inside her. I wait for her to show me she's ready, and when she does, my whole fucking body tingles.