“Then you’re perfect for me, baby.”
She didn’t respond. Did she go into shock or some shit? Suddenly, she stood up and blurted out, “Oh my goodness. I just remembered that I promised Alessandro’s wife that I’d bake her a cake.”
The sound of Alessandro’s name coming off her lips while she stood there in just a towel caused a distinct level of possessiveness inside of me. I picked her up, tossed the towel onto the floor, and then sprawled over her on the bed, pinning her naked body with mine against the mattress.
It took me a second to realize she said Alessandro’s wife and not Alessandro, but I was still jealous as fuck. “Her name is Isabella. And if you ever mention another man’s name while naked with me, I’ll kill the fucker. How do you know his name?” I growled.
She bit her lip, and I pulled it out with my thumb before slamming my mouth on hers. When I pulled away from her lips, she added, “I’m not interested in your friend, Maxim. She scolded him in the kitchen this morning, but he never called her by name.”
“Sorry, babe, but the thought of another man catching your interest is enough to drive me insane. Especially my oldest friend.”
“Yeah, well, it’s only a short trip. You could walk there.” She rolled her eyes, so I rolled my hips, sliding my cock over her heated pussy. “Are you saying I’m crazy?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Maybe I am, but that doesn’t change that you’re mine.” I grunted, grinding my shaft along her folds without penetrating her. I held still, attempting to regain control before I went too far when we didn’t have time for it.
“I shouldn’t even be here.”
“Yes, you should.” I dropped my head down and pounced on her tits, teasing one with my hand while my mouth ravaged the other. I just killed a man for touching what was mine. Did she think I’d just let her leave me? I ground my hips forward, letting the tip breach her entrance. God, she was going to make me nut before I was even inside her warmth.
“Maxim,” she cried out, arching her back. She lifted her hips thrusting them up and taking my cock deeper into her. I felt the tiny little barrier give way, and it was like the leash had broken and I was free to lose control, and I did.
“Fuck, you’re mine, Maria.”
“Yes, Max. I’m yours.” She clung to me, mewling, clawing her nails down my back as I stretched her virgin womb. Fuck. I growled like a beast and grunted as I rocked my pelvis to give her time to get used to my big meat.
Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back and attacked her neck while I kept my movements shallow. The last droplets of water on her skin mingled with the heated sweat from her arousal, sending a furious need to pump her full of my seed.
“I’m going to come, lyubov. Come with me.” Slamming into her tight womb, I let go and came, creating the next generation.
“Oh God. I’m coming.” She moaned and I crushed my mouth to hers, needing her taste more than I needed my next breath. It took a minute for me to catch my breath, and then I moved to give her room to breathe. I couldn’t believe how fucking selfish I’d been to my queen. This wasn’t the way I wanted our first time to be.
“I can’t believe. Shit.”
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“No…”
Someone knocked on the door, forcing me to pull out of her which caused us both to groan. “What do you want?”
“I need to have a word with you when you’re free.”
“Give me ten.”
“Okay.”
I jumped off the bed, hating that I was leaving her there, but I had things that needed to be tended to and they couldn’t wait.
“Slip on some of my clothes and then you can go back to your room and change. I’m probably going to be busy the rest of the day. Try to relax.”
“Okay.” I bent down and kissed her lips before slipping on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. We were going to get messy, so why ruin good clothes? I stepped out in a hurry so I didn’t forget about my priorities and focused solely on Maria.
I ran into Alessandro with his tongue down his wife’s throat, so I grumbled and told him to hurry the fuck up before I went to get my guns out of my secured room.
Five minutes later, Yuri, Alessandro, and my new head of security, Piotr, met me in the foyer. “I’d like your bride-to-be to be with my wife while we deal with it. She’s in the kitchen. Maybe the women can do some baking or something.”
“Maria is getting ready right now.” I’d prefer if the women were together as well. It would make it easier for his men to be watching them.
“You made quick work of that.” He laughed, nudging my elbow.
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled and said, “I’m not busting on you busting quickly, I’m talking about claiming her ass. That didn’t take long.”
“No, but when you know, you know.”
“That’s for sure. Come. Let’s get them ready for the farm." We spent the next four hours chopping up the bodies and preparing the meal for a dozen hungry pigs out on my farm. By the time we returned, all I wanted to do was shower, find my wife, and treat her like the queen she deserved to be.
“So you’re going to be leaving this week?”
“Yeah, but why don’t you bring your soon-to-be wife with you and come join us?”
“I’ll consider it.”
We parted ways as I dashed upstairs, hoping that Maria wasn’t in our room. I needed to be clean before I touched her again. I didn’t miss the look of disappointment and disgust on her face when I left her to deal with the mess. She wasn’t made for my world, but she was made for me, and I’d have to find a way to get her to see past the bad.
Chapter Seven
Maria
The second he left me alone, I pulled open his dresser drawer and took a pair of boxers and a tee shirt. I didn’t want to wear his clothes on principle. However, I breathed them in anyway because a part of me still longed for the bastard who took my virginity without the hearts and flowers I freaking fantasized about.
I hurried out of the room, nearly forgetting that there’d been a dead body on the ground an hour ago. When I looked down, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that there’d been anyone bleeding out. The fact that he killed his man for accosting me gave me a hint of relief.
Once I got downstairs, I decided that I didn’t need to change. Why dirty more clothes when I was going to spend time in the kitchen? Who cared if I ruined his nice shirt since he’d ruined me for anyone else?
I stepped in the kitchen and Isabella looked up from her tablet. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay.” She tossed me a genuine smile, making me feel a little less alone. “Alessandro spoke to me briefly before he left with Maxim. How are you?”
“I’m not sure yet. How about we work on some food and that cake you wanted? I do know that I’m famished.”
“I bet. From the marking on your neck, I’m betting you wish you were still in bed.” It came off as a joke, but I could see that she was concerned about my emotions. I didn’t know her, but she was already proving to be the nicest person I’d met since I arrived.