CHAPTER ELEVEN:
ALEXANDRA
Alexandra’s manicured brows raised in surprise when his warm mouth pressed against hers, then lowered when her eyelids fluttered shut. She placed an arm around Viktor’s neck and ran her fingers over his close-cropped hair.
She kissed him back with slow, delicate ease. He tasted like coffee.
Was he finally starting to warm up to her? He had flown off the handle last night, but the breakfast this morning, his attentive listening, and the look in his eyes when he’d leaned in for this kiss… it all led her to believe that maybe she had a chance with him after all, to build a real marriage like her parents had.
Or was she wrong, she wondered, even as she returned his kiss. Would this turn out like yesterday, with an interruption followed by his rage? Alexandra desperately wanted to understand Viktor, to know that he loved and respected her as his wife. Still, nothing could be guaranteed to her, least of all now, and so she tried to push uncertainty out of her mind and focus on the fluid motions of his mouth instead.
The kiss deepened gradually. He’d pulled her up out of her chair so that they stood in an embrace, lips locked and eyes closed, cocooned in mutual attraction. This was different from their wedding night, when Alexandra had tried to seduce him. There was sweetness between them now, affection instead of raw hunger.
Alexandra pressed herself against Viktor. He hugged her close, then broke the kiss to gaze into her eyes, and she saw real longing there. Hope and joy radiated from her heart, and through her body, finally making way into her expression. She smiled up at him with absolute adoration, hoping her true emotion shined through, and he returned her look. His eyes had partially lidded.
It was the first time Alexandra had ever seen him look at her like this. She inhaled, then leaned in to begin the kiss anew.
He slowly backed her up against the table as the kiss continued. She almost leaned back into the orange juice, but regained herself and took a step to the side. Her hands slipped from his neck and she broke the kiss to gaze at him and run her hands along his powerful shoulders.
Memories of their first lovemaking session made her body warm, and her sex ache. He was impossibly attractive. Even with him fully clothed in a well-tailored suit, she could see his rock hard muscles under the fabric. Could remember the smell of his skin, and the tattoos of falcons which lent him a dangerous edge.
When he returned her simmering expression and she saw the mutual need in his eyes, she slowly reached down to massage the erection which had begun to stir.
Viktor lifted her by the hips so she was sitting on the table and leaned over her possessively. Their lips met again. One of his arms hooked around her to hold her steady, and excitement blossomed in her stomach as she realized he planned to take her right here on the dining room table.
What if the staff walked in? She blushed, but found the thought erotic.
Alexandra wrapped her arms around Viktor’s neck and squirmed against him, still relishing the hardness of his body under his suit. He reached between them to slip a hand up her dress then. His fingers were large, and just as powerful as his body, but his touch was gentle and sensual.
She could feel his breath hot against the side of her neck. He toyed along her thigh, then crept upwards at a teasing pace. Her own breathing hitched with need when he found her wet outer lips and circled them. At an agonizingly slow pace, he continued to tease her until his index finger found her clit.
“Ohh. There.” The words had tumbled from her in a low moan. He smiled against her face, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and massaged her until she was panting.
Her body was begging him for more, and she moved her hips to help him. The table swayed gently with her motions. The dishes clacked.
When Alexandra felt she could take no more, she grabbed him by the collar and mashed their mouths together. Tongue slipped against tongue, their passion simmering to a boil. Her breath escaped in ragged gasps, and Viktor seemed just as turned on as she was as he panted against her mouth.
Viktor’s hand left her dripping pussy to tug down his fly and release his straining erection. His cock was hard and ready for her, pulsing with its own rhythm. She stared at his massive erection and imagined it inside of her.
Viktor pulled her underwear down past her heels until the lace panties were on the floor, and then he exhaled sharply, looking at her center. His hand found his shaft and pumped it a few times, as though putting on a show for her. She watched him with, ravenous, and bit her lower lip.
After a moment of playing with himself, Viktor leaned back down and guided his cock between Alexandra’s thighs. She opened her legs further for him.
Alexandra felt the weight and heat of Viktor’s cock slip along her inner thigh, just as his fingers had, to press against her clit. She moaned and he used his crown to massage her until both of them were slick and trembling with anticipation.
She struggled to breathe. Viktor’s own breath against her neck had picked up. Occasionally, a chesty rumble would escape his lips.
“So…” Alexandra sighed slowly. “Does this mean you believe me?” The question had been a flirtatious whisper against his ear, but Viktor froze. She felt his body tense against hers.
“What?” he asked.
Alexandra nuzzled against his shoulder and whispered again, “Does this mean that you believe me when I say I’m innocent?”
With a single, swift motion that left her wobbling backward, he pulled back and stepped away. Alexandra struggled to keep her balance without Viktor there to hold on to, and slipped back down to the floor. She frowned at him, trying to understand what had just happened, but Viktor’s eyes had grown cold again. He glowered at her and tucked his erection back into his pants.
Then he left the room without a word.
Alexandra leaned back on the table, unsteady. Her body was still aroused and hungry for him, but her heart felt like shattered glass in her ribcage. She tugged her dress down and bent to retrieve her panties.
While she pulled her underwear back on, she wondered once again if she even had a chance with him; she’d thought they were past his doubt, but now… Her parents had mentioned that a good marriage took work, but wasn’t him trusting her something that had to come before even that?
An arranged marriage can sometimes take even more work, Alexandra thought, trying to convince herself that they just needed time, but she wondered if the strange and unfortunate circumstances surrounding her marriage to Viktor were insurmountable.
Alexandra turned to look their breakfast over, but she had lost her appetite. Her eyes meandered around the room. Her breathing was still uneven, but now it was sadness that gripped her instead of lust.
Her eyes blurred with tears. When she wiped them away, she noticed an ornate wooden cabinet sitting in the far corner of the dining room. It took a minute for her to register that the cabinet was, in fact, a mini-bar.
Alexandra’s legs carried her to the fancy piece of furniture, her knees weak. She wanted to go after Viktor, to try to talk to him, but what would she say? Viktor’s personality flip-flopped so much, and he had been so scary yesterday that Alexandra figured anything which came out of her mouth would only enrage him.
She sighed and rummaged open the liquor cabinet. When she found the vodka, she returned to the table and poured some in her orange juice.