I WAKE WITH A start. Then I gasp and my eyes widen as they travel down to the blond hair that’s between my legs. I can’t control my moan when his tongue swirls around my clit. My hands fly to his hair, and I rake my fingernails down his scalp. Timofei lifts his gaze and looks up at me with hooded eyes as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Fei,” I sigh, rolling my hips closer to him. I can feel his beard against the sides of my thighs, and the sensation makes me shiver.
When his tongue moves down and spears inside of me, I throw my head back and arch even closer. I want all of him touching all of me. His mouth feels magnificent against my sore pussy. “Don’t stop, please,” I shamelessly breathe.
Timofei growls and continues to eat at me. He licks and sucks my clit before he fucks me with his tongue. In the back of my mind, I know that he’s been doing it a while, and I’m nowhere near coming, but it feels too good to say anything. I accept everything he’s giving me, the attention he’s showing me—selfishly.
When his nose nuzzles my clit, it sends a zing straight to my belly, and I lift my head. With a chuckle, he pulls away from me as I whine. He then slowly crawls up my body.
Wordlessly, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth before he gently kisses and sucks on the rest of my breast, paying close attention to the underside. I find myself sighing at the sweet feeling. He moves and does the exact same to the other side before he kisses up my neck and presses the head of his cock against my center.
“I won’t hurt you again, devochka,” he murmurs before his lips brush mine.
I taste myself on him, and with a moan, he gently fills my body. His tongue swipes across my lips, and I open for him. I’m full of him, and he surrounds me completely. When he breaks our kiss, his blue eyes connect with mine as he gently rocks in and out of my body.
“Fei,” I rasp, hitching my legs up further.
One of his hands slips from beside my head to wrap around the back of my knee, and he spreads me, holding me open for him. His other hand moves to the back of my head and he presses a little more of his weight against me as he thrusts.
“Just because you’re my wife, Devvy, doesn’t mean I have the right to hurt you,” he murmurs against my lips.
Timofei’s chest is slick with sweat. My hands press against him, and my breath hitches as I feel my belly warm. I know that soon, I’ll be on the brink of my release, and I can’t wait for it. His pelvis grinds against me on his down stroke, and I whimper.
“Come for me, devochka moya, make your cunt squeeze me and own me,” he rumbles into my mouth.
His tongue then fills me, and his thrusts become a little harder and a little faster. My legs shake as my hips move to meet his strokes, searching for more, searching for my climax that is now on the brink.
“Oh, Fei,” I cry.
I rip my lips from his and throw my head back as I arch closer. My breasts press against his chest, my nipples seeking friction as my body submits to him.
“Fuck,” he growls.
He releases my hair and my leg, propping his hands at each side of my head before he tips his chin and watches himself slide in and out of me. Then he stills and throws his head back, letting out a long groan as his body shudders above me.
Lowering his head a few seconds later, his eyes scan my face and he smirks. “Do you forgive me, devochka moya?” he asks, pushing inside of me a little and watching me let out a breathy moan.
“Are you apologizing?” I ask before I cover my mouth, realizing what I’ve said and how much like a smartass I sound. His smirk turns into a full-blown smile and he shakes his head slightly.
Tugging my hand away from my mouth, he presses his lips gently to mine, before he speaks. “In my own way, devochka moya.”
I move my head away, my eyes scanning his before I run my top teeth over my bottom lip. Then I speak, “I forgive you, Fei.”
I don’t add in the but don’t do it again. If I know anything about a marriage, I know there will always be another. Once someone does something, they always repeat themselves, even if they claim they’re sorry.
“Shower and get ready. Today you’re going to see a little bit of Paris,” he grins as he pulls out of me and rolls to his side of the bed. “Hurry, Devvy, or you won’t get breakfast. We leave at nine.”
I slide out of bed and walk on shaky legs toward the bathroom, stopping just when I’ve reached the doorjamb. I turn my head to look at him. He’s watching me, and his gaze is serious, predatory and focused on me and me alone.
“Go, devochka moya, before I decide I need to be inside of you again and make us late.”
I jump and close the bathroom door. It doesn’t take me long to take a quick, hot shower and then apply a small amount of makeup to my face. I’m not one for plastering on cosmetics, so some mascara, nude lipstick, a little champagne eyeshadow and I’m all done.
My hair is a mess, but I didn’t have time to wash it, something I did yesterday while I waited for Timofei to come back. I curl it quickly with my large curling iron, and leave it in big loose rings down my back.
Wrapping the towel around my body, I make my way out of the bathroom and toward the closet, glancing at Timofei on my way. He is immersed in his phone.
I decide to wear something comfortable today, a pair of light blue linen shorts, and a loose fitting, wide scoop neck, mocha colored cotton t-shirt. I tuck the front of my shirt in, letting it billow out slightly before I slip my feet into a pair of tan canvas flats.
My wedding ring sparkles and catches my eye. It’s so big, and so absolutely beautiful. I wonder offhandedly if he picked it out himself or if Oksana picked it out for him. I don’t know why I’m curious. It shouldn’t matter, but something about the thought of him picking it out himself makes me smile to myself.
“Ready?” he calls out from the bedroom.
I open the closet door and stop at the sight of him. I unpacked his clothes, his shorts and his jeans, along with his suits. Yet, I never imagined they’d look so good on him—any of his clothes really, but especially his shorts.
He’s wearing a pair of navy flat front shorts that hit right at his knee and are straight fit. His shirt is a white button down, and he’s rolled the sleeves up his forearm to his elbows. My eyes travel down to his feet, and I notice he’s got on a pair of medium brown, leather, boat type shoes. He looks casual, something I’ve yet to see from him, and his easy smile makes my belly melt.
“I’m ready,” I say softly, trying to hide my obvious blush.
“Come on. Let’s get you fed,” he smiles as he slips his hand around my waist. Together, we start to walk toward the door.
“What are we doing today?” I ask on our elevator ride down.
Timofei dips his chin as his eyes scan my face, then he lowers his lips to touch my nose before the elevator pings open. “We can go to the Louvre, or Notre Dame and some of the outdoor sights. It’s up to you, devochka moya.”
Timofei leads us into the little bakery that’s within the hotel, and my mouth suddenly waters at the sweet scents that surround me. “Do you want chocolate, or no?” Timofei asks as he walks us up to the counter.
“Yes, please,” I murmur as I take in all the delicious looking breads in the case. I hear him speaking in French again, and again it’s absolutely sexy as can be.
“Pain au Chocolat, it’s a puff pastry with chocolate inside. Coffee?” he explains. Handing me the pastry, he asks about the coffee, and I nod. “Café au lait,” he states as he gives me a container of hot liquid. “Coffee with a lot of milk, not so bitter as black,” he grins with a wink as he takes his own pastry and coffee.
“What did you order?” I ask as we walk toward the exit and out onto the street.
“A plain croissant and black coffee,” he grunts before shoving half of his bread into his mouth. I look up at him and notice that he’s looking around.
Once his croissant is gone, he wraps his hand around my waist and nods off to the side before he looks straight forward. “You decide on where you wanted to go for the day?”
“I’d like to see the outdoor things maybe? It’s a beautiful day,” I explain.
“It is. Later in the week we’ll go to the Palace of Versailles and spend the night in the town of Versailles. We could spend our entire honeymoon there and I wouldn’t complain, but I know you’d like to see more than just the palace. You do need at least two days there, though, and it’s mostly outdoors,” he explains as we walk. “I enjoy walking through the streets of Paris. When you need to take a cab, you let me know.”
I nod as I take in the city. The people all walk with purpose, and I’m curious as to where they’re going, looking straight forward and appearing as though nobody else in the world matters around them, just them and their destination in mind.
I notice Pava right away, giving him a nod as Devyn and I stroll down the sidewalks of Paris. This is my honeymoon, and I should be doing something more romantic for her, but I’m not really one for romance. I do, however, let her choose today’s events, and she wishes to visit Notre Dame.
We spend the morning at the beautiful cathedral, and I grin when my good Irish Catholic girl blesses herself with the holy water upon entering and exiting the cathedral.
We then break for lunch, having hamburgers and fries, something I can tell she’s extremely appreciative of, since she eats as quickly as she can.
I surprise her by taking her on a tour of the catacombs before we head back to our room to get ready for dinner and the Moulin Rouge show. She doesn’t notice Pava, but I keep tabs on him the entire time. He’s good at his job, which I appreciate.
My phone buzzes just as we enter our suite. “I have to take this, Devvy, go shower and start getting ready for dinner. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I murmur.
I don’t listen to her response as I walk out onto the balcony, hitting accept on my phone before closing the door behind me. “Konstantin,” I state.
“He’s leaving within the hour. I asked if he needed my assistance and he refused. He claims that this isn’t for work, it’s pleasure.”
Thinking about his words, a frown tugs at my lips. “I still don’t understand why he would come here,” I murmur. “Thank you, Konstantin.”
I end the call before I dial Sergei to let him know my father is on his way. “Pava will stay on you tonight while you’re gone on your date. Keep acting as though all is normal. Do not give him a reason to think you suspect anything, we don’t know his motive. I have a contact at the airport. When he arrives, I’ll have a tail on him. Between Pava and the tail, hopefully we can figure out his motive before he attempts to strike,” Sergei states.
“Shit, what the absolute fuck? You don’t think he suspects, do you?” I ask, feeling a bit paranoid.
“I’d like to say no, but it’s Pasha and he’s been unpredictable. He can probably feel the tension. If he hasn’t figured out that most men are going behind his back and getting their orders from Yakov, then he’s a bigger fool than I anticipated.”
I thank him, accepting his invitation to dinner in four days’ time, and end the call. Turning back to the room, I make my way inside and hope that my wife is still in the shower. I haven’t been inside of her all day. I’m sure her pussy aches, but I like the thought of it aching, so I plan on keeping it that way.
“Devyn?” I call out as I walk into the bathroom. The shower is running, so I strip my clothes and open the door to join her.
I bite my lip at the view of her wet ass in front of me. Christ, it’s absolutely stunning. “Devyn,” I murmur.
She jumps slightly as she turns to face me, her hands covering her breasts. I sit down on the bench and reach forward, tugging her hands away from her tits before crooking my finger for her to walk over to me.
Spreading my legs slightly, I wrap my hands around her waist and tug her forward once she’s in arms reach. “I want you to ride me, devochka,” I rasp.
“I don’t…” she whispers shaking her head as she gulps. “I don’t know how.”
“Put your knees on either side of this bench and take my cock, Devyn. Move and fuck me,” I demand.
She moves slowly, hesitantly, and I wait patiently for her to do as I’ve demanded.
Wrapping one hand around the base of my cock and the other around her hip, I guide her down on me until she’s fully seated. The water beats on her back and my thighs as she sinks down, taking me into her hot, tight cunt. I dip my chin and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting the water and her skin at the same time. Fuck—so good.
“Move, Devyn. Take what you want, make yourself come on my cock,” I murmur against her breast as I kiss my way over to the other one, needing to taste her there, too.
She hesitantly rises and falls down on my dick with a gasp. I bite gently on her nipple before I lean back, my hands holding her waist. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispers as her cheeks tint pink. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Do what makes you feel good, devochka. Just being inside of you feels good for me. You can’t do this wrong,” I murmur, giving her waist a gentle squeeze.
She nods and starts to move. She rises and falls before she begins to roll her hips, finding a rhythm and speed that she enjoys. I watch her, my eyes unable to move from her face as she takes her pleasure from me. I grit my teeth as I feel her pussy fluttering around me, a sign that she’s close, but I can’t let go until she’s toppled over the edge.
“Oh, Fei,” she moans, her hands gripping my biceps for stability as she fucks me harder and faster, grinding against me. My eyes move down to her tits, swaying with each bounce on my dick. “Take it, Devvy, fucking come all over me,” I groan.
“I need more, I need you,” she whispers desperately.
I think of giving her what she needs, just a few strokes against her clit would send her toward her release, but I don’t.
“Nyet, Devyn. You take what you want, devochka. I am giving this to you to take, now you fucking take it. You’re a Bratva wife, and you take what you want, what your man is giving you permission to control,” I growl as I reach back and slap her ass, surely leaving a pretty pink mark on her pale flesh.
She shakes above me and starts to move faster and erratically. I fucking love every second of it. My eyes connect with hers, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip just as I reach for the back of her head and tug her forward. My lips touch hers, my tongue filling her mouth and fucking her as she fucks me. When she stills, I swallow her moan.
I stand up, turning to pin her against the wall before I slam inside of her cunt, my tongue continuing to take her in tandem with my dick. Swallowing the moans she’s making, I finally growl down her throat as I come deep inside of her sweet pussy.
“Fei,” she breathes after I raise my head from hers, my cock still twitching inside of her, her cunt still pulsing and squeezing me.
“My beautiful Bratva wife,” I murmur as I try to catch my breath.
Tears fall from her eyes, and I look at her. “I’m Bratva now,” she whispers as though she’s just realizing it.
“You are. Taking what I allow, doing it in a way where you forgot everything about yourself, you let your mind completely go and you just took. Fucking amazing, devochka moya,” I murmur against her lips, placing a kiss there before I let her legs go and fall to the ground.
We don’t say anything else. I’m not sure of what else there is to say. Devyn is my wife, but there is potential for more. Where I didn’t think it was going to be possible, maybe there is a strength hiding inside of her that’s just waiting to come out. I need it. I need that fucking strength, and I need her to have it for the journey we’re about to embark on.
A Pakhan’s wife is not an easy duty to uphold, but I need her to be that for me, to fall into it easily, and without issue.
I hope she can.