WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTIONAvaNikolai's lips are warm against mine, moving urgently like he can't get enough of me.My cheeks burn and the nagging voice at the back of my mind goes on a rant on why kissing my husband is a terrible idea.But I don't care.None of it matters.Not the fact that he's trying to kill my father, not the fact that he's a man I swore to hate and definitely not the fact that he's probably a psychopath.Nothing.All that matters is that his lips are on mine and I am thoroughly enjoying it.Licking the seam of my lips, he grips my hips roughly and lets out a sound between a groan and a growl. My lower belly clenches with desire. The ache that follows between my thighs is one only he can soothe.I need this. Need him.It should've scared me how desperate I was for him but I was much too high to give a fuck right now.Oops.Okay, so I may have lied when I said four on the scale. The truth is, I'm still very much in my
Ava“Earth to Ava”I blink, focusing my attention on a very concerned-looking Kat. Her perfectly manicured nails drum lightly against the table as she watches me, worry etched into her brows.“Is everything okay?”No, everything is, in fact, not okay.I got high and allowed my husband to give me an orgasm. Which was dumb as hell on my part but that is my current predicament. What the hell is wrong with me? It's like, my mind and my vagina are two sides of the same coin. One knew that what happened last night was wrong while the other was determined to make it happen, preferably without all the clothing.I groan.“Everything is great” I offer her what I hope looks like an easy smile to sell it but she only purses her lips, narrowing her gaze at me. “Right,” she says, drawing the word out suspiciously, “So why haven't you touched your ice cream yet?” She gestures towards the half-eaten strawberry ice cream cone in my hand. Shit, I'd completely forgotten about that. Pink liquid spills
Ava I glance down at Kira's sleeping frame, all curled up in my lap, and let out a sigh. She had fallen asleep during the ride home and was currently fisting the fabric of my dress in her tiny hands for dear life. We visited three more stores after lunch and only came across the third store by accident. It was there we found the perfect dress for both Kira and Kat to wear to Tatiana's wedding. Kira had chosen a baby blue dress made from layers and layers of Tulle, While Kat had settled for something more sophisticated. An emerald green dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline made from luxurious silk and had a thigh-high slit. She had fallen in love with the dress almost instantly and I blushed when she mentioned how she couldn't wait for Ivan to take it off after the wedding. Unlike me, Kat and Ivan had a very active sex life. Some might even say too active. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve walked in on them nearly getting it on back at the house in Chicago. It took mor
Nikolai“About last night,” Ava begins, her voice low, unsure. I hadn't stayed home last night after putting her to bed, mainly because I wasn't sure I could control myself if I stayed in the same room as her and not touch her. I slept in my daughter's room last night, something I hadn't done since I married Ava.She immediately passed out after her orgasm, and the memory of her above me, gasping and writhing as she chased her high, still lingered in my mind. I haven't been able to get the image of how desperate she looked above me out of my mind all day and I'd caught my cock hardening several times throughout the day at the image.The way her body shuddered, and her eyes blazed with hunger stirred something inside me. A deep wave of lust had overcome me and I was ready to drown in the tide.I've been celibate for three years and not once has a woman had me so close to the edge with just a single touch. Until her.Fuck.She tips her head back to meet my gaze, exposing her delicate n
Ava You learn a lot about yourself the first time your five-year-old stepdaughter is about to catch you spread out on the kitchen counter with her father on his knees between your legs, Seconds away from eating you out. For instance, I learned how many seconds it takes for me to shove my husband away while simultaneously yanking down my dress and hopping off the kitchen counter all the while pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. In total, It takes me five seconds. Nikolai falls back on his ass a few feet behind me, laughter bubbling up his throat as he watches my frantic state. “Shut up” I snap, my voice barely above a hiss as I tug my dress down, desperately trying to smooth over the fabric with my hands. “Relax, Solnyshko” Nikolai says, his voice infuriatingly calm. How he can be so calm when his daughter is seconds away from walking in on us? I have no idea. How did we get here? The last thing I remember is wanting to talk to him, but then he kissed me
AvaI want him.The realization dawns on me as I lie in bed hours later staring at the ceiling of my bedroom like it holds all the answers to the questions running through my mind.The air conditioner hums softly in the far corner of the room, cool air spilling in from its vents. My room isn't hot by any means but yet a single bead of sweat rolls down my temple, a testament to the inferno burning deep inside my chest as the weight of my thoughts bear down on me, too heavy to ignore. After my little self-pep talk in the kitchen, I slipped into my bedroom where I’d been for the last couple of hours.The events of this afternoon with Nikolai in the kitchen still haunt my mind, and as much I wish I could keep myself in check around him, every semblance of self-control I possess goes fluttering out the window the second he spares me a glance.I turn over, clutching the pillow tightly to my chest. It's dark outside, and if I had to guess, it's probably a little after ten. I didn't bother
Nikolai I can't stop thinking about my wife. Her hands on my body, the way her skin flushed with desire when she saw me get on my knees before her in the kitchen. How she looked desperate for my touch. I never considered myself the kind of man who got down on his knees for his lover, but for her, I found myself wanting to worship every inch of her. This need I had burning inside me whenever she was near was maddening. She controls me in ways I'm sure she hasn't even discovered yet. Sure, I've slept with other women, but never in my twenty-nine years on this planet did I ever consider ruining a woman the way I want to ruin my wife. I want to dirty her up, watch her beg, hear her moan my name until she can't take it anymore. I want to break down every wall she has, stripping her bare from the carefully crafted armour she wore around her heart. I need her raw, vulnerable, and craving me the same way I crave her. I spent last night wondering what would've happened if my daughter h
Ava Today's episode of awkward car rides with Ava features Nikolai, my very sexy, very scary-looking husband who, with a single glance, has the ability to unravel me from the inside out. It's been five minutes since we left the house and my body still hums with delight at the memory of his lips pressing against the back of my neck like he only just did it. I'd been shocked, to say the least, when it happened, but immediately, I felt if the brush of his lips against my skin, any resolve I had evaporated into thin air. I steal a glance at him, admiring his sharp jawline and the way his shoulders flex beneath the fabric of his tux. He looks extremely good today and it took everything inside me not to maul him when I saw him standing outside my bedroom. "Are you okay?" I blink once then twice, trying to regain my composure while simultaneously hoping he hadn't noticed me ogling him. Nikolai decided to drive us to Tatiana's wedding. His hands grip the steering wheel with the kind of c
Ava "Nikolai" I cry out, just as his phone buzzes in the back pocket of his pants. His lips seers a path of burning kisses into my skin, down my neck and my back nearly arches off the door when nips at my collarbone. One of my legs is slung over his hip and my dress is bunched over my waist as he grips the back of my thigh in one hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my skin. "Don't stop", I practically beg, tilting my head back against the door and allowing his lips to work my skin. We are both panting and his erection is pressing desperately against the inside of my thigh, seeking friction. Everything about the way he's touching me sets my entire body ablaze, and I'm mildly aware that his jacket is somewhere on the floor, right beside the little dignity I had when I stepped into his house. His hot breath fans my skin as his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He rolls his pelvis against my clit, and a sigh of pleasure escapes m
Ava I insist on saying goodbye to Tatiana before we leave. As you would expect Nikolai isn't exactly thrilled at my need to be polite but I tell him that it's rude to leave without at least saying goodbye to the bride and groom Tatiana smiles when she sees us approaching, her expression a one of excitement and pleasant surprise. "Ava," She chortles, standing up from her seat beside her new husband and smoothing a hand down the front of her dress. Even after hours of festivities and celebrations, Tatiana still manages to look as beautiful as ever, rocking that radiant glow all brides seem to possess during their wedding. Except you're me of course. While Tatiana had spent the earlier hours of the evening floating effortlessly around the hall with her groom in hand, greeting close family and friends, I spent my time trying to recall the face of one single guest who attended my wedding. I couldn't. Tatiana was surrounded by people she loved on her big day, while I was surrounded by
Ava “Fucking finally”, Nikolai growls roughly as he grips my face, angling me towards him. His lips slam against mine, hot and utterly consuming. It takes me a moment to recover from the initial force, but when I do, I turn putty in his arms. He pries my lips apart with his tongue then slides it against mine with one quick flick that sends a shiver down my spine. My hand goes to his waist, gripping the edge of his jacket as I tug him closer. My body moves completely on instinct, shutting down all thoughts and pressing myself against him. Nikolai groans low in his throat and a pang of need twists in my gut. His hand moves to the front, sliding between my breasts with deliberate intent until he finds my neck. His fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing firmly but not too hard to hurt A whimper crawls up my throat and my body shudders in response. Until Nikolai, I never thought that I'd be the kind of girl who enjoyed mild choking or any form of choking for that matter, but there's
Ava I'm so fucking stupid. Blood pounds in my ears as my encounter with Faina just moments ago replays over and over in my mind like an endless loop. Tonight I was determined to avoid my husband. Stay away. That was the plan. But apparently plans mean nothing when I let my emotions get in the way. Seeing him with Faina had awakened something inside me. It's one thing to know that they both shared something in the past but it's another to see them so close together. Jealousy claws at my chest, sharp and unrelenting like a knife, twisting until I can't breathe. I hate this. I hate that I care when I know I shouldn't. Throughout the ceremony, I pretended not to notice his heavy gaze watching me. It didn't matter how hard I tried to avoid him; I could always feel him watching me, and for some reason, knowing he wasn't too far away made my heart thump faster in my chest in a way that infuriated me. Images of the way Faina looked up at him flashed in my mind. They'd been so close; h
Nikolai I'm unable to pull my gaze away from my wife throughout the entire ceremony whereas she has no trouble avoiding my gaze. Even now, at the reception, she flits around the room like a vision, effortlessly charming everyone she encounters. Everyone loves her, even Tatiana's grandmother which is a rare occurrence. The old hag hardly takes a liking to anyone but she can't seem to not laugh at everything my wife says. To be honest I can't blame her. We're supposed to be doing the charming together but my wife drifted off my arm the moment we stepped into the chapel and hasn't spoken to me since. She's still angry about our conversation in the car, and to be honest, her little avoidance trick is getting old. I miss my wife, and yes, I'll admit, I shouldn't have listened to her that night. I knew it then, and I know it now, but I'd come out from my bedroom hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard her. At first, I thought I'd imagined it, but then it happened a
Ava Today's episode of awkward car rides with Ava features Nikolai, my very sexy, very scary-looking husband who, with a single glance, has the ability to unravel me from the inside out. It's been five minutes since we left the house and my body still hums with delight at the memory of his lips pressing against the back of my neck like he only just did it. I'd been shocked, to say the least, when it happened, but immediately, I felt if the brush of his lips against my skin, any resolve I had evaporated into thin air. I steal a glance at him, admiring his sharp jawline and the way his shoulders flex beneath the fabric of his tux. He looks extremely good today and it took everything inside me not to maul him when I saw him standing outside my bedroom. "Are you okay?" I blink once then twice, trying to regain my composure while simultaneously hoping he hadn't noticed me ogling him. Nikolai decided to drive us to Tatiana's wedding. His hands grip the steering wheel with the kind of c
Nikolai I can't stop thinking about my wife. Her hands on my body, the way her skin flushed with desire when she saw me get on my knees before her in the kitchen. How she looked desperate for my touch. I never considered myself the kind of man who got down on his knees for his lover, but for her, I found myself wanting to worship every inch of her. This need I had burning inside me whenever she was near was maddening. She controls me in ways I'm sure she hasn't even discovered yet. Sure, I've slept with other women, but never in my twenty-nine years on this planet did I ever consider ruining a woman the way I want to ruin my wife. I want to dirty her up, watch her beg, hear her moan my name until she can't take it anymore. I want to break down every wall she has, stripping her bare from the carefully crafted armour she wore around her heart. I need her raw, vulnerable, and craving me the same way I crave her. I spent last night wondering what would've happened if my daughter h
AvaI want him.The realization dawns on me as I lie in bed hours later staring at the ceiling of my bedroom like it holds all the answers to the questions running through my mind.The air conditioner hums softly in the far corner of the room, cool air spilling in from its vents. My room isn't hot by any means but yet a single bead of sweat rolls down my temple, a testament to the inferno burning deep inside my chest as the weight of my thoughts bear down on me, too heavy to ignore. After my little self-pep talk in the kitchen, I slipped into my bedroom where I’d been for the last couple of hours.The events of this afternoon with Nikolai in the kitchen still haunt my mind, and as much I wish I could keep myself in check around him, every semblance of self-control I possess goes fluttering out the window the second he spares me a glance.I turn over, clutching the pillow tightly to my chest. It's dark outside, and if I had to guess, it's probably a little after ten. I didn't bother
Ava You learn a lot about yourself the first time your five-year-old stepdaughter is about to catch you spread out on the kitchen counter with her father on his knees between your legs, Seconds away from eating you out. For instance, I learned how many seconds it takes for me to shove my husband away while simultaneously yanking down my dress and hopping off the kitchen counter all the while pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. In total, It takes me five seconds. Nikolai falls back on his ass a few feet behind me, laughter bubbling up his throat as he watches my frantic state. “Shut up” I snap, my voice barely above a hiss as I tug my dress down, desperately trying to smooth over the fabric with my hands. “Relax, Solnyshko” Nikolai says, his voice infuriatingly calm. How he can be so calm when his daughter is seconds away from walking in on us? I have no idea. How did we get here? The last thing I remember is wanting to talk to him, but then he kissed me