Darkest Sins - Page 113

“Mine.” With a forceful thrust, he plunges deep inside me, filling me to the brim. A cry escapes my lips, muffled by the soft pillow under my face.

His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me relentlessly. With each powerful thrust, he hits a spot deep inside me that sends waves of pleasure crashing through my entire being. I clench around him, desperate for release, my body trembling with anticipation. Kai’s thrusts become more urgent. He claims me as his own, marking me with every hard drive of his cock. His hand reaches around and finds its way to my throbbing clit, his fingers expertly teasing and stroking in time with his feverish rams. The dual sensation overwhelms me, pushing me to the edge of sanity.

My nails dig into the fabric beneath me as I come with a moan, at the same time as he explodes into me.

Kai’s chest rises and falls against my back, our bodies pressed together in a tangled mess of limbs. He unties my wrists, and we collapse onto the satin sheets. The scent of sweat and sex hangs in the air.

“Do you think Lucia heard us?” I pant.

“After an entire morning of chasing the ducklings, she’ll be sleeping for at least another hour. Don’t worry. We have time for another round.” He spoons my body with his and kisses me. “But I have to ask you something first.”

“What?” I mumble into his lips.

“Will you marry me?”

I lean back and arch an eyebrow. “We’re already married.”

“I’m pretty sure that our ceremony wasn’t technically official.”

“I thought you didn’t care about papers and words.”

“I thought so, too.” He takes my chin between his fingers. There’s so much tenderness in his gaze as it connects with mine. “But I can’t handle the idea of you not being mine in every possible way. Legal mumbo jumbo included. So, will you? Marry me? Again?”

I laugh. “Yes.”

“Good.” He pulls me in for another kiss, then rolls us over until I’m atop him. “Time for round fou— Did you hear that?”

“No. What?”

“A car just pulled up.” Kai leaps from the bed and heads for his gun lying on the shelf where Lucia can’t see or reach it, then steps out onto the balcony.

“Jesus Christ, Mazur! Put something over yourself, you exhibitionist fuck.” The male voice comes from the outside.

“I told you—tomorrow!” Kai whisper-yells over the railing. “Can’t you do what you’re told for once, Belov?”

“Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow. We’ll have to get you remarried today!”

I wrap the bedsheet around me and rush toward the balcony. Kai’s friend, the chirpy blond fellow, is standing on our driveway, holding a tied-up man over his shoulder.

“See?” he says and taps the guy on the backside. “I’ve got your marriage officiant ready.

“Why is he tied-up?” Kai asks through his teeth. “I told you I want a real wedding, you idiot.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve made sure your socially awkward ass will actually get married by the book this time. Justice of the peace, the witnesses, the guests—I’ve got you covered.”

“What guests?” Kai snaps. “I didn’t invite anyone.”

“I know. But as I said, I’ve got you covered on that account, as well.” Belov grins and places two fingers between his lips, making a loud whistle.

In the distance, a rumble of a vehicle comes to life, and, a minute later, a big blue bus slowly rounds the curve and stops behind Sergei’s truck. At least thirty visibly alarmed people in elegant clothes are sitting inside.

“Your guests.” Kai’s pal theatrically bows, motioning with his hand toward the bus.

“Baby?” I nudge Kai with my elbow. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes. That maniac hijacked someone’s entire wedding for us.” He turns around and scoops me into his arms. “I’m sorry. I really wanted to do it right this time. We can send that idiot away and have a normal wedding later this week.”

I rake my fingers through the long black hair that’s fallen over his face. The man of my dreams. My demon. The love of my life. “It would be a shame to pass on such a nice opportunity. Especially considering the great lengths your friend took to get us guests and all.” I smile and press my lips to his.

“All right,” he mumbles into my mouth. “But we’re still doing an actual legal wedding next week.”

“Third time’s the charm?” I laugh.

“Yes. That asshole downstairs married his wife again, using our priests and the judge. There’s no way I’m letting fucking Belov have more weddings than us, tiger cub.”