“Make sure you never slip and tell me any of their names,” he says against my lips, then grabs the back of my neck and devours my mouth angrily, and I feel myself getting wet again. Drenched and ready. I slide my hand down his chest until I reach his crotch and feel his hard cock under the fabric of his pants. Smiling against his lips, I stroke him lightly, enjoying the strangled sound that leaves his mouth.
My fingers find the top button of his pants and, without breaking the kiss, I undo it and pull down the zipper. The parking lot is empty, everyone is still at the party. But just in case, I throw a quick look over Mikhail’s shoulder before pulling out his cock. His lips go still against mine, but when I move forward on the seat and hook my legs around him, he growls.
His hands land on the inside of my thighs, then slowly move up my legs and around to grip my ass, and pull me forward the last few inches until I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. If someone told me only a month ago that I would be having sex in the middle of a parking lot, not fifty feet from two hundred people, I would have deemed them crazy. I guess I didn’t quite know myself then. Taking Mikhail's lower lip between my teeth, I wrap my hands around his neck and tighten my legs around him. A moan escapes my mouth when his hard length thrusts inside me, stretching me in the best possible way. Filling me completely. I place another kiss on his mouth, grab at the side of the seat, and lean back without removing my eyes from his.
What if someone comes by? Yes, that would probably create a scandal of epic proportions, but it only makes me want this more. I smile and open my legs wider. Mikhail doesn’t look even marginally disturbed by the possibility of someone coming upon us as he withdraws and then buries himself inside of me with such force that all breath leaves my lungs. I moan and throw my head back, gripping the seat with all my might as he pounds into me again and again.
Chapter 15
I lean my shoulder on the pillar and watch Bianca and her mother as they try on shoes in a shop across from me.
Bianca decided to go shopping with her and asked me if I wanted to tag along, but since I’m not a fan of her family, excluding Milene, I declined and sent Denis with her. There was a ton of work to be done anyway, so I planned on spending the morning in my office. It took barely an hour for me to lose it, grab my keys, and come to the mall. I’ve been following them at a safe distance for almost three hours while they visited multiple shops and went for coffee.
I couldn’t stomach the idea of Bianca being ogled at by other men at the mall, and me not being there to stop them. Every fucking second I spent sitting at my desk, I kept imagining some guy approaching my wife and openly flirting with her. It wasn’t that I thought she would welcome it. I know her well enough to be sure she wouldn’t. Still, the thought of some other man talking to her drives me insane. It wasn’t even a month ago when I suggested to Sergei that he should visit a shrink, but now, it looks like I might be the one who needs counseling.
Bianca and her mother move to another part of the shop and peruse some bags displayed on a wall, so I take a step to the side to keep them in my sight. Denis is standing by the shop’s exit, while a few paces on his left is another man in a suit, probably Chiara’s security detail. The store attendant—a male employee—approaches Bianca and tries to start a conversation with her, but she only smiles and walks away. I grind my teeth and continue watching her, trying to subdue the urge to march into the store, throw her over my shoulder, and take her away.
“You didn’t have to make a scene, you know,” my mother says as she’s trying out one of the purses. “Everybody, and I mean everybody, talked about you two and the exit you made. It was distasteful.”
I smile, take one of the larger bags, and start looking it over. If she only knew what happened in the parking lot afterwards, she’d have a heart attack.
“Of course, Magda had to come over right away to tell me how that kind of thing was expected since you are living with a Russian now, and they are not as civilized as people should be. I hate that woman.” She puts the purse back on the wall rack and turns to me. “I think Bruno made a mistake by marrying you to that man. You are too sophisticated and tender for the likes of him. Do you know what people are calling you two? The beauty and the beast. It’s fitting. I guess you two have sex. I don’t understand how you can let him touch you.”
I gape at her for a second, then start looking through my bag for my phone. My mother’s knowledge of sign language is too limited to understand what I have to tell her. As soon as my hand grips the phone, I take it out, type, and show her the screen.