by Sam Crescent
Her cheeks clenched. “What about … getting me pregnant?”
“Do you want to talk about that or pretend you didn’t hear?”
“You’re only sleeping with me to get me pregnant?”
“No. I’m fucking you because I want to. Pregnant is a by-product of fucking you.”
“You’re still doing it because your boss is telling you to.” She stopped dancing. Her eyes filled with tears, and she stared at me, almost accusing me.
I took a deep breath, grabbed her hand, and led her off the dance floor.
There was enough commotion going on that no one would miss us.
I opened the first door I came to and saw we’d entered a conference room. Pressing her up against the door, I pulled her skirt up and cupped her pussy.
“Stop it.”
“You’re soaking wet.”
“And I don’t want you to touch me.”
“You’re a liar, Aurora. This pussy is dripping.” I teased beneath the band of her panty and fingered her pussy. Sliding in and out of her tight heat. She tensed in my arms, but there was no mistaking the heat of her need. She whimpered and I pressed my face against her neck, nibbling on her flesh.
She gasped. “Please.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She groaned and rocked against my hand. I knew how to make her melt. Drawing my fingers up to her clit, I rubbed her, and she rubbed herself against me.
“Take my cock out,” I said.
She fumbled with my trousers, sliding down the zipper and reaching inside to cup my dick. I lifted her up in my arms. She wasn’t light, but I didn’t fucking care. I needed to be inside her wet cunt.
“Put my dick inside you,” I said.
Aurora reached between my thighs, holding my cock. I moved in closer, staring into her eyes as she put my cock to her entrance, and I sank her down on my length. Her tight pussy squeezed me, begging for my cum.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I rocked inside her, going deep.
“The table,” she said.
“If you want someone to come in and see me fucking you, I can take the table.”
“No. No. I … I’m too heavy.”
I thrust against her, using the door as leverage to drive inside her, taking her as I wanted to.
“I want to knock you up, Aurora. I’m not fucking you out of duty. Feel my cock. Feel how hard I am for you. This is not duty. This is pure fucking need. I have to have you. This pussy, it’s mine. You’re all mine.”
Screwing Aurora was a pleasure, and as I felt her come on my cock, I followed her over the edge, filling her with my cum.
“I don’t know if I can go back out there,” she said as I eased out of her pussy.
I helped put her panties back into place as I slid my cock into my pants, being careful not to get our releases on my clothes.
“You will. This is our duty. To be seen together.” I held her hand, and hers shook a little as she placed it within my own.
I had to get her pregnant. Ivan had ordered me to. Any claim Aurora had over her family would go through to her children and as the firstborn son, it would belong to him.
The truth was I liked fucking my wife.
I also enjoyed spending time with her, and that was something I had to make sure no one else ever found out.
Chapter Thirteen
Aurora
“When are you going to find a new guard for me?” I asked.
It was three days since the banquet, and rather than be at home bored out of my mind, I sat in his office, staring out the large window overlooking the city. So many people were milling about, none of them realizing how lucky they had it. Three days Slavik kept me by his side, and it wasn’t a problem being around him. I liked it, and that was the issue for me. I started to enjoy his company.
This morning, I woke up to him still in bed. Rather than try to escape, I watched him sleep. I was turning into a weird kind of stalker and that was what scared me. Slavik was my husband. A man I’d spent an equal time hating and fantasizing about.
“I haven’t looked into another guard yet. There have been other things on my mind.”
Spinning around from the window, I moved toward his desk. “Like what?”
“You think this world you live in comes for free?” he asked.
“No. I know it comes from the blood of the innocent.”
“Does it bother you?”
I stared at him and nodded. “Yes. It always does, but other than being a good person, I can’t do anything about it.”
“And writing exceedingly large checks?”
I move away from his desk. At the banquet, I put a lot of money in a children’s charity. “You saw that,” I said.
“I got an alert from the bank when they tried to cash it.”
“Right,” I said. “Did you allow it to go through?”
“It was a large amount and would be useful for a tax break. I didn’t see the problem. It went through.”
“Thank you.”
“The real question, Aurora, is what you are going to do for that check.”
I frowned. “What do you want from me?”
He reached out, clasping my wrist, and I followed his direction as he tugged me toward him. I stood between his chair and the desk. His thumb stroked my inner wrist. “You look pretty today.”
I wore a pair of designer jeans and a crop top with one of his shirts over the top. Not a big deal. I’d seen his shirt in the closet and I hadn’t expected it to fit. I didn’t have the first clue why I even decided to reach for his clothing as it wasn’t like I needed him to surround me. I’d started to realize Slavik wasn’t an awful man, at least not all the time. He was downright dangerous and anyone who made an enemy out of him, I’d advise them to run for the hills, but in everything else, there was no danger, at least I couldn’t see one. The rules were pretty simple. Stay on his good side or risk being killed. I opted to stay on his good side.
“Thank you.”
It was a nice compliment. One I rarely got and rather than believe he lied, I smiled.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
He let go of my wrist and began to finger the base of my shirt. “You took this.”
“Borrowed. I’ll get it washed and return it.”
“I like it.” He started to unbutton the shirt.
After overhearing the conversation with Ivan, I couldn’t help but wonder if he did this out of desire or duty. The last thing I wanted to be was a duty.
The shirt fell to the floor as he stood, pushing it off my shoulders. He took the straps of the crop top and slid them down my arms until they were underneath my bra. The catch was around the back, and Slavik had to be an expert as with the flick of his fingers, the bra was on the floor.
My mouth went dry.
He cupped my tits, pressing them together as both his thumbs teased across my nipples. Each strike had an answering pulse between my thighs.
He closed the distance between us, taking one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, reaching back to grasp the edge of the desk as he used his teeth. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the pleasure, but it was no good.
Slavik let go and cupped me between the thighs. Even though I wore jeans, he knew the right moves to touch me, and I couldn’t hold back my moan of pleasure.
He worked at the button and zipper of my jeans, the sounds filling the room as he pushed them down my thighs until they got to my knees. He stopped sucking at my tits to peel them off my body, and other than the shirt around my waist, I stood naked.
In quick easy moves, he had me sitting on the desk, legs wide, and his fingers teased my pussy. His expert fingers stroked from my entrance up to my clit.
“So wet. Exactly how I like you.”
His words shouldn’t affect me, but they did. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was pleasing him. I’d become a sucker, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch
. Each stroke across my nub got me closer to that delicious peak.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice gruff. The demand easy to detect.
I opened my eyes, staring at him as he brought me closer to orgasm.
Slavik was the one in control. He wasn’t in any rush. My release began to build, but he slowed the pace down, giving me chance to enjoy it. Each time I tried to close my eyes, he’d stop touching me.
He drove me crazy until I finally gave him all the attention he needed.
“Now, look between your legs,” he said.
I wanted to disobey him, but I also didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. I loved it. The pleasure was out of this world, amazing. He knew how to rile me up and get me so close.
This was what had been missing out of our marriage. I knew there was so much more we could experience together, but right now, all I could imagine was being with him in this way. This wasn’t emotional, but physical.
Please,” I said.
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Ask me.”
“Please, let me come.”
“Say my name.”
“Slavik.”
“Now ask me.”
“Slavik, please, let me come.” I didn’t deny him. I was so close, and as my reward, he pushed me over the peak. I cried out, riding the wave of release as he gave it to me.
So good.
I expected that to be the end, but it wasn’t. Slavik moved me off the desk and spun me around so my back was to him. I heard his zipper, and then I felt the hard press of his cock as he slid between my thighs.
He found my entrance, and I tensed up, crying out as he slammed balls deep within me. He didn’t give me chance to calm down or get accustomed to the length of his cock. He fucked me hard and fast. His hands a tight grip on my hips as he pounded inside me.
I wondered if I should hate this, but the truth was I loved it.
I didn’t want him to stop.
The way he held me. The feel of his rock-hard cock deep inside me.
It all … made me hungry and desperate for more.
“I love how tight your pussy is. How you fucking feel. That’s it, take my cock.”
For several minutes, I stayed perfectly still, allowing him to take the lead, to take what he wanted. I didn’t know what came over me. If this was a duty to him, then I wanted it to be hard for him to think of it that way.
I no longer wanted to be anyone’s duty or burden.
As I pushed back against him, I started to ride his cock as he took me. For a few seconds, he paused, seeming to be a little shocked that I actually pushed back against him. Then, like his need took over, he started to take me deeper, fucking me harder, working my body, and what was more, I gave as good as I got.
I wanted this.
This wasn’t a duty to me. The end result, pregnancy, might be the duty for me, but in getting to that point, I was determined for it to be nonstop pleasure.
Slavik slammed inside me one final time, and he was so long and thick, I felt each pulse of his arousal as it flooded me. Moments passed. Seconds turned into minutes before he reached over and picked up some tissues. He pulled out of me and I felt some of his cum spill down. The tissue helped to capture some of it. He cleaned me up even as my face grew hot from the attention. There was no stopping him. He helped me back into my panties, jeans, bra, crop top, and his shirt.
I had no idea what to do, so I stepped away from him, and he didn’t stop me.
Not once had he kissed me.
My lips felt that loss.
The few times he’d taken the time to kiss me, I’d relished every single second. I enjoyed the sex, which was a huge relief as I knew many women in our world didn’t. The sex I’d heard had often been violent and scary. Of course none of the women had known I’d been listening in on their conversations, slowly growing more terrified at the prospect of having my own husband.
The books became a source of comfort. While the ladies in our circles told scary sex tales, the books gave me hope that they simply didn’t enjoy it.
“Cara called again,” Slavik said, breaking through the silence.
Was he uncomfortable?
I turned from the window to look at him.
“She asked me permission to take you to lunch next week.”
“And did you tell her no?”
“No, I didn’t. I said you could go,” he said.
So far, any attempt at friendship Cara had made, he’d squashed. They were supposed to be friends, and it hurt he didn’t want me to be friends with his.
“You did?”
“Yes. I’ve already arranged a guard to be with you. It’s important he stays with you at all times. You leave or don’t follow my rules, you’ll not be allowed to go anywhere else again.”
I nodded. I was happy.
Cara seemed like a nice woman. She held a high position within the Volkov Bratva. She was the first woman I knew who didn’t allow a man to talk to her like she was crap, or allow them to treat her like a piece of property.
My father had always been firm in the belief we belonged to him. We were nothing but pawns to meet his end goals. As much as I didn’t have value, I became quite a useful cog in the peace treaty between our families.
Slavik checked the time. “We need to get going,” he said. “I need you to change.”
The sun had started to set, and I frowned. “Where are we going?”
“To a private event. Exclusive.”
“You don’t have any more details?”
“I’m not sure you’re going to like it,” he said.
“Oh.”
****
Slavik
Noise greeted us the moment we entered the underground facility. The entire setup changed and moved between my cities, the invites going out via text or email. The location nothing more than a set of coordinates. The fights had been going for nearly five years now. In all that time, only two fights had been removed and the location changed because someone decided to cave and give the details to the police.
From my men on my payroll, they’d sent me the alert of the impending invasion, and I’d gotten plenty of time to move myself and the fight to another location. The police had found nothing more than empty space, even with some paperwork about the potential renovations for business purposes.
I was always one step ahead.
The very people who’d ratted the fight no longer had a very comfortable life. One of them was dead, the other lived on the streets, having lost their fortune. The warning was simple, don’t rat us out, and we won’t come after you.
These fights earned a great deal of money. Blood money. They weren’t the standard, organized fist-slamming shown on television. This was a death match.
Many people liked to pay good money to see men fight for survival. The rich loved to be able to wave their cash to get anything they desired, even if they didn’t know exactly what it was they wanted.
The more depraved, the more money.
Aurora’s hand on my arm got even tighter as she saw the ring down below.
The basement of this fight was set out as if we were in a great opera. The space was decent, the crowd going wild.
Everything was safe. No risk of the building caving in on us.
“This is … oh, my God, gross,” Aurora said. She released my arm to grip the railing. The man beside her looked at her, pissed as if she’d ruined it for him. I glared at him. Everyone knew who I was, and Aurora would be protected. “This is all real?” She glanced around the room, and as she took it all in, the frown across her brow deepened.
“Yes.”
“Oh, God.” She glanced back at the dance floor.
Some of the women were screaming for the kill. The fights always brought out the lust in some. I didn’t need to look at anyone to see women getting off as the men fought. The blood covered the ground. The men looked exhausted, but no one called the fight to the end.
One final
blow, and I heard the crack of knuckles. The man fell to the ground. This fight happened once a month. I never allowed it to go again. Once it played and people paid their money, I gave enough time and space to make them crave the fights. Their thirst for blood driving their need higher.
All of this was business.
The fighters all knew the risks entering the ring. They had to fight to the death. No exceptions unless someone screamed out for mercy for them. The crowd knew they could shout to save them.
The man was now on the floor, his body being dragged out, and no one had cared to give him the mercy shot.
Aurora didn’t know the rules.
“Why did you bring me here?”
I hadn’t attended the last two, and I always made sure to attend at least half of the fights. Men died. For all I knew, good men died for the pleasure of money. The least I could do was show up to some to bear witness.
I pulled Aurora in front of me. Her hair was held back with a small clip. The dress she wore drove me wild. The plunging neckline had me wondering how she kept her tits in place. The dress didn’t cover half her body, and I knew because I’d picked it.
I pressed my lips against her neck. My hands grabbed the railing at either side of her, locking her against my body. No escape.
“No one saved him,” I said.
This made her jerk. “Can they?”
“Yes.” I nodded. I couldn’t resist a lick across her pulse. I heard her gasp. It wasn’t loud but subtle, and I heard it.
“They had a chance to save that guy and they chose to let him die?”
“Yes.”
“And they all know they can save him?”
“Yes. It’s why I’m telling you now.” I kissed her neck, and she moaned. “They would rather pay to see a man die than allow him to live.”
“I’m not like that.”
“You’re not?” I asked.
Another fighter was already making their way out. The previous winner looked exhausted. He had one chance. Double his chances of winning, or bow out, winning more than any job would give him.
I watched him, seeing the man who came out. Both were hard, muscular men. The one coming toward the ring had a certain walk to him. His confidence spoke volumes. The man in the ring held an air of desperation. He was here out of need to make quick cash, whereas the man who now entered the ring was in no rush, had no fear, no panic. It had been a long time since I saw such a man so calm.