Smoke and Shadows (36 page)

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Their grunts and moans mingled with the natural sounds of the fauna inherent in an evening in mid-May. Viktor had Marissa up against a concrete wall of her parents’ perfectly manicured garden at the back of the mansion. It was their engagement party, a formal affair of black tie and evening dresses. Viktor hated being the center of attention. It just went against his lifetime of working in the shadows, but he bore it because he loved this woman. This woman who was currently being plowed into the wall by his dick.

He had all intentions of reining in his debauchery tonight. But something about sliding that gown up Marissa’s shapely legs, unzipping his trousers, and fucking her with his clothes still on, and doing it outdoors under the cloak of a spring evening when mating calls were at their peak seemed . . . appropriate.

And this was a submission fuck. His woman was being stubborn again.

“Do I make myself clear?” he growled against her lips, pounding against her hips, his cock sliding hard and wet inside her.

“Too much work!” Marissa gasped.

“You change your name, Iz. I don’t care if you keep it for work,” he muttered. “But everywhere else, you take mine. Mrs.—Marissa—Baran.” He punctuated her name with three hard, decisive, thrusts.

Marissa moaned into his mouth. “Oh, God, I’m coming, don’t stop—”

“Promise.” He stilled his hips.
 

She glared at him. He could feel her pussy on the verge of spasming, contracting, and it was killing him to stop. But he was taking pleasure in dominating her, perverse as that might sound.
 

“Yes.”

“Promise, Iz.”

“Yes!” she repeated for an altogether different reason as he resumed pumping inside her with all the force he could muster as his own climax destroyed him. Sweat beaded his forehead as his cum shot into her already slick channel like a geyser. He had to control himself from not howling his soul-shattering release. He groaned into her neck and shuddered, squeezing her upper thighs and struggling to keep her legs around him when all he wanted to do was collapse into her.
 

Viktor swept her up in his arms and carried her to a gazebo in the middle of the garden. Lowering her to her feet, he removed his tuxedo jacket and laid it on a bench. Sitting Marissa down, he crouched in front of her. Using the panties he had ripped off her earlier, he began to wipe the semen that had dribbled down her legs. He hated removing his mark from her, but in the interest of propriety, it had to be done. He wanted to say something to break the electrified silence. Viktor had always been a man of few words, but this was made worse by each emotional upheaval he experienced every time he made love to her. She consumed him. He wondered if it would lessen in time. So far it only seemed to grow stronger.

But his woman got him. She reached out to touch his cheek, bringing his chin up so he was looking at her. “I love you, Viktor.”

And just like that, his vulnerability disappeared and he found his voice once more. He grabbed the back of her neck and crushed her lips against his. After kissing her thoroughly, he muttered, “I love the fuck out of you, Iz. I love you, damn it.”

She pulled him up to sit beside her, pushing the hem of her gown to fall back in place. They sat in silence for a while, simply soaking up the afterglow of their passionate tryst.

“Hopefully, no one will send out a search party for us,” Marissa said finally.

“Someone probably already has. But we were pretty loud. If anybody was in the garden, he’d most likely heard us and knew better than to interrupt coitus.”

Marissa laughed, “At least you’ve promised to make an honest woman out of me.”

Viktor’s heart swelled at the thought of making her his wife. Only with Marissa. It had always been her. The woman he would damn the whole world for.

“You seem to be getting along with Dad.”

“We’ve called an unspoken truce. We both want what’s best for you. The only difference is, I want what’s best for you to make you happy. Your dad and I might never see eye to eye, Marissa. I hope you’re prepared for that.”

“I am, Viktor. My days of running are over. You’re stuck with me, no matter what.”

“And I’ll always fight for you. No matter what.”

They stared at each other, the promise of their future so bright and full of hope. Viktor had found his humanity and the love of his life. What more could he ask for?

He stood up and held out his hand. Their fingers entwined, and they walked back to the revelry celebrating the beginning of their lifetime together.