Page 64 of Frozen Heart

He stared at me in astonishment. Then his eyes narrowed in lust. But he still hesitated.

“Harder...please.”I felt my face heat, but it felt freeing, too.

It was like my words unleashed him. He put his hands under my knees and raised them, bending my legs and opening me more to him. Then he planted his hands on my shoulders, pinning me in place...and began to fuck mehard.

Before, my body had been moving a little with his thrusts. Now, pinned in place by his weight, I felt every ounce of his power as his cock pistoned in and out of me.Oh God,it was incredible! Now that more of his weight was on me, his pecs were stroking my nipples on every thrust, sending out circular ripples of pleasure that combined with the ones coming from my groin and became a hot wave. It was carrying me inexorably upwards towards a climax, and every thrust accelerated me.

His gray eyes took in my flushed face, my desperate moans. “So,Krasavitsa, you like it rough.” His accent maderoughinto something so deliciously, darkly sexual, I wanted to bathe in it.

I panted up at him. I wasn’t capable of denying it, even if I’d wanted to.

He leaned down to speak in my ear. “I’ll make sure I treat you right, darling wife.” And he started to really pound me, his hips rising and falling effortlessly, burying his cock in me each time. The base of his cock was grinding against my clit and with his weight on me, all I could do was lie there and be fucked, be hisplaything,andGod...I could feel myself racing upwards towards my orgasm, each deep plunge of that perfect cock into me, each brush of my hardened nipples taking me higher. I could feel him getting closer, too, his breathing quickening, his cock seeming to swell even more inside me.

I reached up, wanting to stroke his muscled back, but he immediately grabbed my wrists and pressed them down to the bed above my head. I stared up at him, shocked, and instinctively tried to pull free. But his grip was like iron. And something about feeling so helpless made me soar upward even faster. I rocketed through the clouds and exploded, my breasts and hips grinding against him as wave after wave of the climax shook me. As I spasmed around him, he growled, gave one final, hard thrust and then shot in long, shuddering streams inside me.

The climax finally died away and I lay still beneath him, limp and utterly sated. He released my wrists and gently rolled us over so that he was on his back, and I was on top.

I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. He wrapped an arm protectively around me. And we lay like that, with me listening to the sound of his heartbeat and him lovingly stroking my hair, until we fell asleep.

45

BRONWYN

I was lyingon the most comfortable bed in the world. The mattress was heated to keep me toasty even though I was naked, and the pillows had been molded to perfectly fit my head. But one shoulder was cold, so I groped for the covers and tugged them higher.Perfection!

Then the mattress moved and mumbled in Russian. And I remembered and opened my eyes.

It was dawn and I was stretched out, naked, on top of Radimir. On top of...my husband.The whole world seemed to shift around me, everything suddenly different.

I lifted my head, careful not to wake him, and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful in sleep, as if whatever it was that drove him to do what he did was forgotten for a few hours.What is it?What happened to his brothers and their family that put him on this path?

And could I ever pull him away from it? My stomach tightened. I’d never thought of that before: I’d never needed to. A mafia boss would never give up his empire for his fake wife. But what about his real one?

Yes, I’d accepted that the Bratva was part of him. Yes, I’d fallen in love with him. But what happenednow,now he was in love with me? What about the long term? What aboutkids?When he’d first told me I was marrying him, I’d been focused on the life I was losing. I’d never thought about what a life together would look like. My stomach shrunk down to a cold, hard knot.Can this really work?

But then I gazed down at him. At those gorgeous cheekbones and that imperious scowl. At the hard globes of his biceps that made me feel so protected when he wrapped his arms around me. I thought about him paying for Baba’s care, reading to me when I was ill and paying kids to buy books in the bookstore.

And then I nodded firmly to myself.

I was going tomakeit work.

I lay back down and, as soon as my cheek pressed against the warm slab of his pec, I felt my heartbeat slow, and my stomach unknot. Despite all the danger, I felt safer with him than I ever had with any man.

These doubts? I’d address them. Every one of them. I’d figure out a way. Because I loved him. And I wasn’t giving him up.

I was only just climbing out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. I threw on a bathrobe and padded over there, wet-haired and barefoot, because Radimir was in the middle of cooking breakfast. Through the door viewer, I saw Gennadiy...and the same two security guys who’d been there when we came home.They’ve been standing there all night?!

I let Gennadiy in and fixed him a mug of coffee and insisted on taking coffee out to the poor security guys in the hall, as well. Gennadiy, Radimir and I pulled up stools at the breakfastbar. “I’ve told The Eight what Spartak did yesterday,” Gennadiy told us. “They’re discussing it. In the meantime, they’ve called a ceasefire so we should be safe.” He studied the two of us thoughtfully. “Even so, it’s best if you avoid Spartak until this whole thing’s resolved. It’s probably a good thing you won’t be around.”

Radimir nodded but I cocked my head to the side, confused. “Why won’t we be around?”

Radimir turned to me. “We’ll be on our honeymoon.” I stared at him, and he looked mock-shocked. “Did you think I wouldn’t give you one?”

I gaped at him. “But...what?” Is he joking?“A honeymoon’s for...realmarriages.”

Radimir stood, took my hands in his and looked right into my eyes. “Thisisa real marriage, now.”

I bit my lip and just melted. “Where are we?—”