Timofei rears his hips back and then fucks me hard and wild, taking what I’m willingly offering him until he freezes and lets his head fall back with a long moan. I kiss up the column of his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin on my lips until he lowers his head and captures my lips with his own.
“Now, maybe I can endure a family dinner,” he laughs softly against my mouth.
We spend a few minutes cleaning up, and then I wrap a towel around myself as I make my way into the closet to pick out a dress to wear. I reach for an all white maxi dress, but Timofei clears his throat behind me. I turn my head to see him standing at the entrance of the closet.
“Sexier,” he murmurs.
“Fei, it’s dinner with my family,” I state.
He tips his head to the side. “I said sexy, Devyn.” He turns and walks away, leaving me standing there with a look of shock on my face. I turn back to my dresses and take out a short black dress. It’s not something I would ever wear to my father’s house, but it is sexy.
The top is a choker style that wraps around my neck. It has a long slit down the middle of my breasts that just shows a peek of my skin. The back has the same thing, but it is cut larger to show my entire bare back.
The fabric that is on each side is see through lace. A gold band wraps around high on my waist, and the skirt flares out into an A-line, stopping just below my ass. I pair it with gold, Louboutin, high heel shoes that have spikes on them, which complete my sexy look.
Leaving my black hair down and straight, I walk into the bathroom and apply my makeup. Normally, I would do very demure, light, and sheer makeup for dinner at my father’s, but this dress dictates a heavier, more dramatic look.
I apply a champagne eye shadow and then add darker colors to the outside and blend them in, careful not to give myself raccoon eyes. I then swipe a thin black line across the lid before applying thick lash lengthening mascara.
Looking through my makeup drawer, I find the only bright berry lipstick I own and add that to my naturally light pink lips. I don’t know if the reddish color makes my face look even paler than normal, but I don’t have time to question it. We’re going to be late.
“Are you ready?” Timofei asks just as I’m opening the bathroom door. My eyes meet his, and I notice that they darken immediately.
“Do you have panties on?” he asks. My eyes widen at his question before I nod my head. “Take them off,” he demands.
“Timofei,” I whisper.
“Off, Devyn.”
I slip my hands under my short skirt and tug my panties down until they’re around my ankles. Stepping out of them, I turn to pick them up and he tells me no. “Leave them right there,” he growls.
I watch as he walks up to me. His hand reaching out to wrap around my waist, while the other slides up the inside of my thigh. I gasp when his fingers start to play with my clit.
“Don’t forget, no matter what, this cunt belongs to me, devochka. When I want it, I take it, no matter where we are,” he rasps against my lips before he gently presses his mouth to mine.
When he pulls away, he takes his fingers with him, and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my throat at his hand’s absence. “I’ll take care of you, Devyn, I promise. Though, you might be on edge for a good long while beforehand,” he chuckles as he turns to walk out of the room. I stare after him for a beat before he calls after me.
We ride toward my father’s home in silence. Inside of my head, I’m screaming to tell him the truth. To tell him that no matter how often we have sex, I won’t be pregnant.
According to Dr. Pavlov, it could take another six to twelve months after the shot has worn off to conceive. Even if I stayed longer than my shot was in effect, I could still not get pregnant.
I can tell that she’s nervous. My hand wraps around her thigh, and I give her a gentle squeeze as we make our way closer toward her father’s home. My fingers climb closer toward her bare center, and when they reach her warm cunt, she pulls in a raspy breath.
Slipping one finger inside of her, I begin to gently work her, pumping in and out of her tight pussy. She’s so warm, and her body grows slicker with each pump of my finger. Her eyes flutter closed as her thighs spread, and I can’t fight the grin on my lips. Every piece of her is mine, and her submission is absolutely breathtaking.
“Don’t come,” I murmur as I take the turnoff to her father’s.
“Fei, you feel so good,” she exhales as her hips roll and search for more connection from me.
“I want you on edge all night, Devvy,” I inform her.
She lets out a whine as her hand wraps around my wrist. I park in front of her father’s home, and her eyes widen as she turns to face me.
“You can’t leave me like this, Fei. Not all night,” she whimpers.
Curling my finger inside of her to touch that rough patch the way she loves so much, I press my lips to hers, hardly touching her before I speak. “You’ll be a complete fucking mess before the night is through, devochka. You can count on that. Just know that once we’re home, I’ll make it all up to you.”
She tugs me closer, her fingers wrapping around the lapel of my jacket as she pulls me against her, her soft lips gently brushing mine. “I trust you, Fei,” she whispers. It’s the sweetest thing she could ever say to me.
I remove myself from between her legs. She lets out a sigh when I do, and she leans her head against the back of the seat. My eyes scan over her before I climb out of the car.
Jogging to her side, I open the door and shield the view of her legs as she tries to gracefully exit the vehicle. Her legs tremble and her balance is off, so I help her up beside me.
Pressing my lips to the corner of her mouth, I reach down and grab a handful of her ass. I look up just in time to see the man who took her virginity standing in the doorway, his face bruised from his beating earlier. I smirk at him from over Devyn’s head only to watch him narrow his swollen eyes at me.
Turning, I take a step to the side and wrap my hand around Devyn’s small waist before I guide us toward the house. Devyn takes a few steps before she realizes he’s watching us, and her steps falter for a beat before she composes herself. “Flynn,” she whispers. I give her waist a reassuring squeeze as I continue on my way.
“Vetrov,” Flynn practically growls once we’re right in front of him.
“Flynn, I understand you know my wife well,” I murmur. She stiffens beside me. “Touch her again and I’ll gut you in front of your whole little group of friends,” I growl, keeping her tucked to my side. Once we’re inside, Devyn stops and turns to me, forcing me to do the same.
“Fei?” she whispers.
“You’re mine,” I state, feeling irrational rage.
Her hand reaches up and cups my cheek, her blue eyes looking right at me and searching mine. “I am, Fei. All yours, for as long as you’ll have me,” she whispers.
There’s a sadness to her voice, and I don’t mistake her words for what they are—as though I wouldn’t want her always; as if she is only temporary.
“Dev,” a small voice calls out. I turn around to see a petite little redhead looking between us with an awe-like expression on her face.
“Shannon,” Devyn squeals as she leaves my arms to rush to her friend’s. I recognize the name; this is her best friend. I watch the two girls talk quietly to each other for a few moments before the man I recognize as one of Devyn’s brothers walks in, the same man who beat the hell out of Flynn just earlier today.
“Devyn,” he booms. She lifts her eyes to meet his. “You’ve caused a lot of fucking drama for us,” he states.
I feel my spine stiffen, but I don’t let myself be known quite yet. Obviously, he’s oblivious to me standing right here. Otherwise, I have a hard time believing he would talk to my wife the way he is.
“Callum,” she says in her breathy whisper as she steps away from her friend and looks down at her shoes. It pisses me off.
“You acting like a whore cost me my best friend,�
�� he states, reaching his hand back.
Devyn doesn’t move, but luckily, I’m faster than her piece of shit brother. I’m behind him in two strides, my hand on his wrist in a split second. I grip him so tightly, his knees fold and he’s on the floor like a fucking pussy.
“Care to repeat that? Or was there something else you wanted to say to my wife?” I ask, keeping my voice even and almost bored sounding.
Devyn’s friend, Shannon, looks up at me with parted lips, and I’d find her cute if I wasn’t so pissed off at Callum.
“No,” he grinds out, his eyes narrowed and angry on mine.
“Didn’t think so. You ever attempt to harm my wife again, and I’ll kill you. Hell, I’ll even throw in killing Flynn at the same time so you two can go to hell together.”
Shannon giggles softly, and I can’t help but grin and give her a small wink before I let Callum go. He stands, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he turns and stomps off.
“You know Callum is not going to let that go?” she says with a wary look on her face. I don’t fail to notice the way her eyes track his movement through the house.
I lift my chin to her, ignoring her attempt at a warning, but I’m concerned with my wife, who is still facing away from me and her head is down. “I’ll just… see you guys inside,” Shannon mumbles before she turns and walks away from the foyer.
“Devyn, turn around,” I demand. She slowly does as I’ve instructed, and I see that there are tears falling down her cheeks. I reach out and place my finger beneath her chin before I draw her face up. Her eyes are watery, and they look everywhere but mine as I take in her face. “What is the matter?”
MY HUSBAND IS SO sexy, so handsome as he looks me over, worry etching his features. I want to tell him what’s wrong. I want to tell him that in a few months, Callum will make me pay heavily for this scene. He’s so much like my father, Callum is, using his fists and his words in tandem to hurt others.
My other brothers aren’t quite as bad, but Callum is downright scary. I don’t say any of those things, though. Saying that I’ll be back here in a few months, admitting it aloud, it makes my stomach ache.
“I’m okay, I promise. It’s just hard being back here, and then all that stuff that just happened,” I shrug with my lie.
Timofei searches my face for another beat before he nods and leans down to press his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Let’s get this over with so I can take you home and make you come all night long,” he whispers against my mouth.
A whimper is my only answer, and it causes him to chuckle before he straightens and slips his hand back around my waist.
The receiving room of my father’s home is completely full of people. All of my siblings, spouses, and kids fill the space, along with some of my father’s men. The room goes quiet when we enter, and I watch as my father walks up to us.
“Devyn, or should I call you striapach?” my father asks, raising an eyebrow in question.
I try not to let the hurt show, but when your own father calls you a whore to a room full of family who all understand, it’s hard as hell.
The room is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, and Timofei’s fingers tighten around my waist at the obvious discomfort. I don’t say anything to my father. I let my chin drop and hide my face in shame. I do feel shame, too.
I slept with Flynn because I wanted to make a choice that was mine to make. It was my only act of rebellion ever, and now my father knows—as does the rest of my family.
“Pretty sure if I knew the translation for that, I wouldn’t be too fucking pleased,” Timofei barks, breaking the silence.
My sister Brenna doesn’t hide her gasp, knowing full well what my father is capable of. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and try not to smile. My husband freaking rocks.
“Dinner is ready, Mr. O’Neil,” the cook calls out. There is a low murmur of people’s voices in the air as they start standing and making their way toward the dining room.
Timofei and my father are in a stare down standstill, and I feel as though I’m smack dab in the middle. “Shall we?” I ask, breaking the staring contest. My father lifts his chin.
Timofei side steps him and pushes me forward a bit as he guides me toward the table. I’m thankful that the two seats that are left are next to each other and across from Brenna and her husband.
My father walks to the head of the table and bows his head, as does everybody else—except Timofei, who refuses. My father says a prayer, and then we’re all allowed to start passing plates. Everybody talks amongst themselves as they pass the food around, but Timofei and I sit in silence. I have no doubt that he’s completely pissed off, and probably at me along with everybody else.
Once we have food on our plates, I start to pick at it, not feeling the least bit hungry. I hear my eldest brother, Aidan’s, voice, and Timofei turns to talk to him just as Brenna grins and catches my eye.
“You okay?” she asks.
I shake my head as my answer. She frowns and looks between me and Fei. I shake my head, indicating that it’s not him. She juts her chin toward our dad, and I nod.
Bathroom? she mouths.
I nod again.
She excuses herself first, and then I do the same a couple minutes later. Timofei wraps his hand around my elbow as I stand, and I lean down to listen to him. “Don’t be gone too long, yeah?”
Without speaking, I nod and hurry away from the loud dinner table and toward the bathroom.
Brenna is waiting for me when I enter, and I lock the door behind me. “Tell me.”
I let out a sigh and look at her, really look at her. She has a fading bruise under her eye, and it makes me sad. She looks too thin, and she looks exhausted. I shouldn’t even burden her with my problems, especially since there is nothing I can do to control them.
“Dad had the doctor put me on the birth control shot. The contract has been amended, and if I’m not pregnant in less than three months, then our marriage will be annulled and I have to come back. The birth control lasts three months, and then the doctor said it could be a full year before I can conceive after it wears off. Basically, dad knew what he was doing and never meant for me to stay with Fei,” I whisper.
“What the fuck?” Brenna whisper-shouts. My eyes fill with tears and she, for the first time since I was a child, wraps me up in a hug. “We’ll get this figured out. You want to stay with him, then?”
“I love him,” I sob against her neck.
Rubbing her hands down my back, she tries to comfort me. “Then if he’s who you want, and you’re happy, then we’ll figure it out.”
I take a step back as I wipe the wetness from my face. “There’s nothing to figure out, Bren. You and I both know that we are not in charge of shit. We’re pawns in whatever game these men decide to use us in.”
“Yeah,” she nods as she reaches for the door. “Whatever you decide, if you want to run away, whatever it is, I will help you any way I can. You’re too fragile to get saddled with a man who will do nothing but cause you pain,” she whispers. Before I can say a word, she walks out of the bathroom.
I take in a deep breath and shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the conversation before I step out of the bathroom as well. I only make it two steps down the hall before a large figure crowds me, and my back is pressed against the wall.
“Your sweet cunt got me beat up today, Devyn,” Flynn announces on a hiss. “Figure you owe me for it.”
I lift my hands and press them against his chest, trying to push him away from me. Though he’s shorter and not as muscular as Timofei, he’s still bigger than me. He doesn’t even budge an inch, no matter how hard I push.
“Let me go,” I growl.
His hand reaches between my thighs, and he gives me a grin when he realizes that I’m not wearing panties. I push against him again and open my mouth to scream, a gargling sound escaping before his hand wraps around the front of my throat and squeezes, just as two fingers are shoved inside of me.
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bsp; My heart beats wildly in my chest as I struggle against him, trying to free myself. Lifting my hands from his chest, I wrap them around his arm and try with all of my strength to get his grip to loosen.
The hallway is starting to fade to black as my breathing becomes harder and harder, until the pressure of Flynn’s hand on my throat disappears and his body steps away from me. I wrap my hand around my throat and try to suck in air as I fall to my knees, unable to hold myself up.
“You think that you can touch my goddamn wife?” Timofei’s angry voice roars.
I look up at him from my place on the floor and see nothing but uncontrolled rage in his eyes. He’s holding a gun to Flynn’s temple, and Flynn just looks… bored. The hallway starts to fill with people, and I look up to meet my father’s angry gaze.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he booms.
“Your man had one hand up my wife’s dress and the other around her throat,” Timofei announces.
“Flynn?” both my father and Callum ask simultaneously.
“We all know Devyn and I have fucked before. She missed me and wanted a quick fuck before she went back to her Russian,” he grins.
I open my mouth to speak, but Timofei pulls his trigger. Brenna and Shannon scream in the background as Flynn falls to the floor, his brains splattered against the wall above me.
“One of your men touches my wife again, and it will be fucking war,” Timofei announces.
He bends down, grabbing me by the bicep and picking me up in one quick motion. I whimper at the pain as he walks away swiftly, literally dragging me behind him. He doesn’t stop once we’re outside; and with little fanfare, he throws me into the passenger side of his car, not bothering to close the door as he walks to the driver’s seat.
I close the door and buckle up as he starts the engine, and then he speeds off. He frightens me the entire way home, darting in and out of traffic, driving far too fast and screeching to a halt when we’re in front of his building.
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