RHEA'S POV Relenting to Aleksander's request, I showered and dressed myself for dinner. He slipped into the bathroom too and washed himself while I focused on doing my makeup for the evening. It was nothing heavy since it was the two of us dining alone near to the shore. I didn't want it to melt on my face with the slight humidity in the air.That didn't stop me from picking out one of my more revealing dresses. In fact, it encouraged it. The thin material of the forest green dress I slipped on clung to my frame like a second skin. With the hem right below my ass and a cut-out showing off the bottom swells of my breasts in the front. It seemed the right choice for the night. I wore nothing underneath.As adorable as that darkly vicious man appeared this afternoon, I didn't believe it one ounce. Aleksander's act of innocence didn't fool me. He might have held me close and cuddled me through the night, but I knew my husband. And I knew he would fulfill his threat."You better count eve
"I love you so much, Aleksander. I'm happy that I get to see this side of you." His thumb rubbed the side of my hand before turning it over to have the dominant grasp. His large palm engulfed my smaller hand easily. "These are the sides of me I want you to see. Away from the crowded city and every stress that comes with it. My job and yours. The people around us. Even the annoying tabloids and paparazzi that want to insert themselves into our daily life.""That magazine that we were both featured in last year had a field day with our engagement announcement." I chuckled at the memory. "The youngest billionaire in the city and their Prima Ballerina. That turned heads for a while.""It did," he ruefully agreed. Part of him enjoyed the attention, though he'd likely deny it. "But this trip is important for us. To get away from life pressures and solely focus on each other. Right now, I want you to see that I can be a good guy."I paused with my glass mid-air. His statement halted me from
A warm flush spread under my skin, painting a rosy, pink blush across my cheeks. My heart palpitated at the erotic sight waiting for me.A chair, but so much more. Aleksander tore out the cushion of the chair and had the black and gold vibrator jutted up through a hole in the seat. Restraints for my hands dangled from the sides while he'd secured leather cuffs to the front legs of the antique wooden chair for my ankles.A torture device or a contraption for pleasure?In this case, it was both.Aleksander stalked around me. The back of his hand skimmed over my shoulder. A gruff demand snapped out of him. "Take your dress off."My breath lodged in my throat. He caught the sound and narrowed his predatory gaze at me. Aleksander roughly grabbed my chin, pursing my lips. "Oh, don't look at me like that, baby girl. Don't pretend to be shy now."Pulling me by my face, Aleksander urged me onto my tiptoes. My hands flew up to grab his wrist while his fingers dug into my cheeks. His hot breat
ALEKSANDRER'S POV A sadistic delight came over me while punishing Rhea. I can't deny that. It's a sick need to hurt her in an erotic way, but it's an instinct she reciprocates. She wouldn't have tied me down and masturbated in front of me if she wasn't fully aware of the repercussions she'd face.My darling wife knew me, and she knew herself. This was the game we played. Rhea was aware of the limits and frequently crossed them. As innocent as she appeared on the inside, she relished the pleasure of my punishments-she craved them.Some days Rhea would purposefully roll her eyes and in the night, I'd make her orgasm until she cried. Twisting her climaxes into something a powerful and mind melting experience. Exhausting her with euphoria to the point of madness.However, it took excruciating patience on my part. Waiting on the sidelines as Rhea met out her punishment was agonizing. Taking the time to dismantle her grip on reality as she slipped into a submissive haze tested my willpower
Deep inside her and as close as two people could be, I moved. Pulling out and easing back in, slowly at first. Rhea mewled like a horny kitten under me while I thrust into her. Each pump of my hips ground my length over her sensitive insides, perfectly aligned to make her come undone again.It didn't take long."Ah! Aleksander!" Her moans in my ear paired with her pulsing cunt made me see stars behind my eyes."Yes, baby. Come for me. That's my girl. Keep going!" I plowed harder as she shook.Rhea rode out her thirtieth orgasm of the night on my cock exactly as I'd hoped. I absorbed her pleasure through every spasm of her body and every gasp that passed between her lips. I'd treasure each climax that I caused because all her pleasure belonged to me- it always would."Oh! Oh, fuck!" Her body rolled through another orgasm. Rhea practically tore my back to shreds, clawing at me as if she could merge our bodies.The slight pinching pain from her scratching did something to me. Her dainty
RHEA'S POV Near blinding white lights shone down from the tall ceiling of the dance studio. The brilliance of it made me miss the blue skies and natural sunshine of the Italian coast. It seemed like only yesterday I had my toes buried in the sand, with Aleksander lounging beside me. Now I faced the mirror-wall of the studio above the theater with my leg perched on the balance beam."So, tell me again why you came back early," Ricky whispered beside me. His eyes darted around the other ballerinas, stretching silently in the studio for our daily cool down. His eyes on mine in the mirror this time."Aleksander had a work emergency." Even a week later, the disappointment stung.Ricky rolled his eyes. "What could be so important at work that a man would risk his new wife's wrath? Women are scary."An unladylike snort escaped me. A few eyes turned in our direction. Ricky and I locked eyes, and he failed to muffle his chuckles. The new dance instructor merely shook her head at us. Thankfull
My body turned to stone as gears shifted in my head. I froze completely with one hand braced on the edge of the sink. My knuckles turned white from my impossible grip on the pale stone."Maybe you should take one." Ricky insisted. "No," I repeated absently, almost as if my conscience wasn't in my body anymore while my lips continued moving. "It's not possible." I murmured repeatedly. He let out a baffled scoff, dropping his hand from my tense shoulder. "Yeah right. I've seen the way Aleksander looks at you. Tell me with one hundred percent certainty that it's impossible." He spoke.Half a second passed. I took a sniffled inhale, fighting back a tide of something rising within me— something inevitable. The first tear breached the corner of my eye, hugging my lashes and threatening to fall."I'm on the pill. I've been on the pill for years. I've always been so careful." I murmured more to myself than Ricky. When I'd worked through the contracts, I'd had to be careful. Falling into bed
Nikolai spent years pulling himself away from the Russian mafia. While those connections still existed, they didn't rule his life, nor mine. However, I couldn't forget the life I came from or the home I'd been born in.If they were still alive, my parents were certainly living under the control of the Bratva back in Russia. For that reason, I owed Nikolai and Annika my life. They took me away and gave me a life worth living.And I massively fucked up by killing Dax.Knowing that my actions saved Rhea, and to a lesser extent the other dancers, I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. Rhea was mine and no one else would ever own any part of her. Not Dax, Luca, or anyone under the Genovese umbrella.Nevertheless, this world Jameson tried his best to keep me away from was one of merciless revenge. I'd taken mine by killing Dax and now his family wanted theirs. Because of my actions, I'd become a target. As my wife, Rhea was too.In the days since returning home, I'd worked relentlessly on