Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She looks so beautiful, flushed and with the blue of her eyes softening. There’s no trace of the sadness that seems to have haunted her life.
If anything, she appears a bit…mischievous. A trait that she rarely shows, if ever.
Lia has always been the soft, elegant type who keeps her emotions to herself. She said she hates my silent treatment, but she doesn’t realize that she often uses the same tactic herself. In fact, she was the one who pulled away first and refused to let me in no matter how much I coaxed her.
She always used to see the worst in me, and as a response, I resorted to forceful methods in order to keep her. To some extent, it was because that’s all I know, but I also did it because the thought of her leaving me turned me into a fucking beast.
But she hasn’t seemed to have those thoughts about escaping since the day I found her at the park. Actually, she feels closer, especially since we came to Russia.
She was right. I brought her here as a twisted pay of homage to the trip I never got the chance to take with Aunt Annika. However, it turned out to be so much more for our family. Even if, deep down, I’m still torn apart about her infidelity.
Despite being naturally distrustful, a strong part of me believes she didn’t cheat on me; however, there’s also the wary part.
The part that was cut in half when she confirmed having a lover.
The part that believes this is all a sham and that, sooner or later, she’ll go back to trying to escape.
That if given the choice, she won’t look twice before she leaves.
I thought I’d gotten used to people leaving when I was a child. First Aunt Annika, then Mom, then my father. But the idea of Lia joining them strikes a completely different chord.
One that keeps me awake at night, racking my brain to find a solution.
“Let me down,” she slurs.
“Why?”
“Stop asking questions for once. Trust me.”
I raise a brow even as I put her to her feet. She stumbles and I grab her elbow to steady her.
Lia wraps both of her hands around mine and sighs deeply as she sways on her feet. “I love your hands. They’re so strong and masculine. You even have veins in them.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmm-hmm. But do you know what I love the most about them?”
“What?”
“How rough they are while still being caring.” She flattens my palm on her beating heart. “See how much I love it?”
A deep groan escapes my chest as I feel her erratic heartbeat and watch how her cheeks redden to a bright crimson. Lia isn’t the type who lowers her guard or touches me freely. It’s probably the alcohol, but I revel in every moment of her losing her inhibitions.
The night wasn’t a complete waste after all.
Not only do I get to witness this side of her, but I also get to hear her honesty. She’s never allowed herself to get drunk around me after that first time in the restaurant. It’s like she’s scared about letting go in my company.
Because she didn’t trust me even when she wanted me. Even when she sought my affection.
And I didn’t permit her to get drunk when she thought she was Winter, because she wasn’t herself and wouldn’t have been choosing to do it freely.
She did tonight, though.
My wife willingly chose to show me this part of her.
Lia releases my hand, but I keep it against her breastbone, basking in the feel of her erratic breathing.
She unbuttons my shirt, her touch unsteady but determined until she reveals my chest. Her palms flatten on my pectoral muscles and they flex beneath her tender touch. Her throat works with a swallow as she slides her hands down my abdomen, her dainty fingers pausing on my skin every so often until she finds my belt and undoes it.
Her movements are shaky and awkward at best, but I don’t try to help her, curious where she’s taking this.
My wife lowers herself to her knees in front of me as her trembling hands slide down my pants and boxer briefs.
A growl spills from my lips and a carnal sense of lust hardens my dick.
The only time Lia has ever sucked me was in that alley, and that was only because she initiated it. While I have constantly thought about making her take my dick at the back of her pretty throat, I’ve never acted on it, because I needed her to want it. I wished her to get on her knees for me, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
Like now.
She frees my cock, her tiny hands wrapping around it and her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
My fingers dig into her dark hair as I groan deep in my throat. “Fuck, Lenochka.”