Rebecca
My loud voice resonated in my ears and rang around the room. I never swore. Ever. And I had never been this mad before. I was seething, my heart pumping fiercely with the need to extract revenge on the woman standing in front of me.
How dare she?
She not only insulted me, but Artemy also. She insulted what Artemy and I had. Our relationship was not perfect, but our feelings for each other were pure. I wasn’t going to stand there and watch someone else taint it.
Bernadette’s face was covered in chocolate cake…my favorite cake, actually. Nona had baked it for me, and for a moment, I felt a pang of sadness that it got spoiled, but the anger—my body was shaking with it. I was bli
RebeccaMy eyes were locked on the bathroom’s door. Artemy was in there, taking his shower.A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn off. And then there was silence.The silence only made my palms started to sweat, and I rubbed them over my nightdress. The door opened a few seconds later, and Artemy walked out, wearing only black sweatpants.His eyes were instantly on me, and when he noticed me looking, they twinkled almost teasingly. Walking closer, he stopped next to the bed, his big body looming over me.My gaze followed a path down his chest, his ripped abs and then slightly below, but my head quickly snapped up when I saw the no
Rebecca“NO!”I shot up in bed, my body drenched in sweat. My ears rung with my screams. The light was instantly on, and Artemy was by my side in a matter of seconds, but I flinched away.All I could see was him walking away from me, fading in the darkness and leaving me behind. No.Lurching forward in bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight to me. My hold was unyielding. I refused to let him go. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, holding me just as tight.“Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Don’t ever leave me. I can’t. Please. Don’t
RebeccaI glided around the room, moving to the rhythm of the song as I folded Artemy’s clothes. I hummed along, my body light.It had been two days since my nightmare. Artemy and I didn’t talk about it again. He never pushed for more or asked more questions. He was giving me the time I needed, and I was forever thankful for that.I should be counting my days. I should tell the truth. But soon, I would.I just wanted to live this moment for a little while longer before I left my life in the hands of fate.Once I gave Artemy my truth, he would be the judge, jury, and the executioner. I would have no choice but to accept
RebeccaArtemy pulled back and gave me a heated look. “Are you begging, kitten?”I glared up at him, and he chuckled. “No? Okay, don’t worry. You’ll be begging soon.”His body left mine. Artemy quickly removed his clothes in haste. He tugged at his tie almost angrily and then threw it on the floor with his suit jacket and discarded shirt.“Are you taking the birth-control pills Lynda gave you?” he asked. I could only nod, giving him the answer he wanted. His pants and boxers were next.And then he was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His hardness bumped upward toward his stomach, a
RebeccaI could barely keep my eyes open. Artemy laughed before placing a kiss on my neck, where his face was currently buried.“Are you sore?”“Yes.”“Good.” Artemy pulled away and fell on his stomach beside me, presenting me with his back. I rolled onto my side to face him.Artemy smiled almost sleepily, his eyes drawn to my neck. He reached forward and gently caressed a finger down the skin. “I marked you,” he whispered, looking extremely proud of himself. His eyes shone with a possessive glint.Shaking my head, I smiled.
Rebecca2 months laterI groaned while looking at the mirror. Artemy had left hickeys—love bites, all over my body again. He left his mark on my neck in plain visible sight for everyone to see. So they knew who I belonged to. Those were his words.Over the weeks, I finally got a glimpse of the real possessive man behind the sweet gentle Artemy. He was a jealous man, and I purposely drove him mad with jealousy. Sometimes, just a quick innocent kiss on his men’s cheeks, just to rile him up.I admit that I only did it for the sex afterward.Like last night. At the thought, I squeezed
RebeccaArtemy pulled away and looked down at me with prideful eyes. “That’s my girl. You always leave me in awe with your strength.”I closed my eyes, feeling slightly relieved. His lips feathered over my lids. He kissed each one and then laid a kiss on the tip of my nose. His lips touched my cheeks in the softest kisses, and then they were on mine, kissing me slowly and deeply.Pulling away, he wrapped his fingers at the back of my neck, caressing softly, and then gave me a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?”I simply nodded. We walked down the stairs, my hand clasped in his tightly. He was my strength.But
ArtemyI watched her wander toward the ocean, watched her experience the feel of the sand for the first time. Rebecca’s steps were almost feather light, as if she was floating toward peacefulness. As she grew closer and the water rushed around her feet, I saw her shoulders relax further, and she tilted her head toward the sky.I’ve been to many places with beaches but never cared about it. Never thought of taking the time to feel the sand or the ocean. But watching Rebecca experience this, it showed me that sometimes we needed to be grateful for what we have.And I was grateful for her. My Angel.Rolling my slacks up above my ankles, I walked over to Rebecca. When I was close behind her, my
REBECCAI writhed against his thighs, seeking relief, but he chuckled softly before withdrawing."Such explicit language, my kitten," he chided playfully, his gaze locked on me. "I wonder how best to tame it.""Artemy... I need you.""No, my kitten, the moment is mine now," he declared, a smug grin curving his lips as he gazed down at me.With deliberate purpose, Artemy stepped back, shedding his shirt in a haste that verged on impatience."Shed your dress," his command was clear.Obeying without
REBECCAWith a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy's gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
REBECCAMy pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda's beckoning gesture. "Looks like it's time for our inaugural dance," I murmured softly.Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor's center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. T
REBECCARaising my eyes to meet his, my fingertips brushed over his chest, the cadence of his fervent heart beneath them. "This is my pledge to you, Artemy Loskutov. Your love is my anchor, my wellspring of strength. I promise to pour forth my affection from now until eternity's closure. I vow to nurture, to confide in your love, to be what you require, ensuring your emotions are perpetually considered. I pledge to express my love and reverence. I yearn to share my days alongside you. I, Rebecca Cavalieri, commit to embracing you as my husband, to love, honor, console, and cherish you from this day onward. We meld as one, an eternal unity."Savoring the anticipation, I formed my final words. "This vow emerges from the depths of my heart, a pledge to you.""May we
REBECCAMy heart quickened its tempo at the sight that unfolded before me. In that moment, nothing else registered; the entirety of my focus was consumed by the figure stationed at the far end of the aisle.Each step toward Artemy stole my breath away, the journey itself a blur as his gaze anchored me. His eyes, a striking bluish steel hue, bore into me with unwavering intensity, tracing my every movement, my every advance.His attire adhered to his usual black suit, save for the addition of a golden tie. His hair lay sleek against his head, a few days' worth of stubble lending him a rugged allure. I had insisted he forgo shaving, as it heightened his appeal.His eyes remained locked onto mine as
REBECCA"Alright, close your eyes, my dear," Camilla's voice was a gentle whisper, tinged with excitement. I could detect the joy in her tone, and it ignited a matching smile on my face. With a mixture of anticipation and unsteady legs, I complied, shutting my eyes."Are you all set?" Lynda's voice carried an air of eager anticipation."You guys didn't transform me into a clown, did you?" I quipped playfully.Their laughter resonated in the room, eliciting giggles from me. At last, I opened my eyes, blinking as the world before me came into focus. Then, a gasp escaped my lips, involuntary and genuine."You are an absolute vi
REBECCAThree weeks had passed since that pivotal moment. Artemy's arm drew me toward him, enveloping me until I was nestled against his warmth, almost melding into him. His strong arms encircled my waist, and I pressed myself against him, my head finding its place on his shoulder. As if seeking solace, one of my legs draped over his hips, and his grip on my thigh was both firm and possessive.In the cocoon of his embrace, I inhaled his scent, the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat serenading me. His touch traced indistinct patterns across my back, each stroke a balm to my senses, lulling me into tranquility.Amid this intimate connection, his voice, a soft caress, brushed against my ear, breaking the spell of silence. "Where shall we journey for our honeymoon?" Hi
REBECCAI descended the stairs, greeted by the heartwarming scene of Lynda, Bernadette, and Camilla gathered in the living room. Bernadette's knees were engaged in a rhythmic bounce, Princess nestled on her lap, their interaction an attempt to amuse the small canine companion.As my gaze swept over the tableau, an involuntary smile etched its way across my face. The unexpected sight before me was a testament to the depth of these connections.Aunt Bernadette, the role seemed incongruous at first glance. The transformation was astonishing - Bernadette, once reserved and distant, had evolved into a devoted aunt. This facet of her, while not frequently displayed, radiated a clear and undeniable fondness for Cevia.
REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep.Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary?While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared