Page 94 of Savage Pakhan

“I’m not going to be easy,” I warn, pushing her panties to her knees.

“I don’t want easy. I want you to claim your wife.”

A guttural snarl escapes me and I’m ripping off my belt and unzipping my pants, tugging them down just enough until my cock springs free. Pressing a hand between her shoulder blades, I keep her in place while I press the tip against her entrance.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me, Mrs. Bykov.” She likes that. Mia moans, pressing her ass against me, causing my cock to slip in further. “Oh, you must really like the sound of that. You’re so fucking wet, Mia.” I thrust into the hilt, taking both of our breaths away.

“Alek. Say it again.”

I smirk, pinning one hand above her head, her veil still draping over her back. I push it to the side, wanting the view of her flawless back. I drag my lips across nape, doing my best to control myself.

“Mrs. Bykov. What would you like your husband to do now?” I lick the shell of her ear, her cunt fluttering around me as her body trembles.

“Fuck me.”

Dragging my cock along her walls, I leave the tip in, and look down, groaning when I see her shine against my shaft.

What a sight to have my wife want me so much, she soaks me. Moving one hand to her hip and the other against the back of her head to keep her in the same position, I curl my hips faster, diving into her depths like a good husband should.

With every stroke, I get a whiff of her perfume. It’s sweet and subtle just like her and it fuels me as if she stuck needle in my veins filled with the essence that makes Mia, Mia.

“Oh, god!” She moans so loud, there’s no doubt the guests of the hotel can’t hear her as they walk by.

“Don’t cry out to god, Mia.” I yank her head back by her veil, her glazed eyes hooded and barely able to hold eye contact with me. “He can’t save you now.” I pin her against the wall again, setting the fast, brutal pace of my cock sinking inside her.

“Fuck!” I roar, pushing and pulling her hips with every stroke. I’m too close. I’m not going to last. Not like this. Not right after marrying the woman of my dreams. I reach around and dip my hand between her legs, my fingers finding her sensitive clit.

The moment I touch it, she bucks again me, moaning and whimpering. She becomes impossibly wet, the erotic sound loud in the confinement of the church.

I’ve never experienced something so holy until now.

Amen.

“Alek. Alek!” She warns that she’s close my chanting my name.

“That’s right. Come for me. Show your husband how good he makes you feel.”

Her knees buckle when her orgasm hits her. Her cries carry with volume, leaving no secrets as to what is happening in this room. I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright, my own grunt sounding when I spill inside my wife.

“There won’t be a day where I’m not inside you,” I say.

And that is a promise I will never break.

23

MIA

It’s sad that our time in Vegas has come to an end. I almost forgot we had a looming evil trying to find us.

After gambling and winning and losing, then winning again, Alek decided it was best if we headed home.

Home.

Not the cabin. Not to another place where Ivan can’t find us, but the lion’s den itself.

Nikolai is driving while Alek and I sit in the backseat. We’re not that far away now, and the closer we get, the sicker I become.

“Stop.” I tap Alek’s arm and gag. “Stop!”