Crave (Beneath The Secrets #3)

85. Alexei

CHAPTER 85

ALEXEI

Song- DIAMONDS, MIKOLAS

Her cries fill the room.

The only ones I plan on her doing again, the ones out of pleasure.

I lick up all of her release as she comes so hard on my face, her body shuddering against the mirror.

She better have watched every moment of that. I wish I had her view.

Although, being face first in her pussy is a good second option.

With one last lick, she rests her head against the mirror to regain her breath.

Now is my chance.

Before I sit back, I bite down hard on her ass cheek and grin at the tooth marks I’ve left behind.

“Alexei,” she whines breathlessly.

While she’s distracted in her post-orgasm state, I crawl to the left as silently as possible and pull open the top drawer, snagging out the little pink box.

I bought this before I left for the Russian jail and had it delivered here.

I always knew I’d do this at the cabin.

The place she feels safe and secure.

I don’t want this retreat to be about running anymore. I want it to be our sanctuary.

A place of love.

Where the world is quiet and we can just enjoy each other.

Our place.

I promised her forever, and this is my way of showing I can give her the whole world.

I remember when she was a teenager, how her eyes would light up when her and her friends would talk about their dream guys and weddings.

The thought of her marrying another man, even back then, made my skin crawl.

I am the only man that will give her the happily ever after she deserves.

I’ll marry her tomorrow.

There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for this woman.

Shuffling back behind her, with that gorgeous view of her ass, my dick is so painfully hard. But I’m doing my best to ignore that.

Positioning myself on one knee, I hold the box out in my palm.

“Pchelka. Turn around.”

My stomach tightens with nerves out of nowhere. I shake my head and swallow any doubts.

She turns to me, looking down at me on the floor. I watch her face switch from confusion to excitement. Her hands fly over her mouth and she gasps.

“Alexei,” she gushes.

“Lara.” I respond with a grin.

Holding out my hand, she places her dainty one in it, and I tug her closer.

I’d wear her as a second skin if I could. I’m that obsessed. I never want her out of my sight.

“I have a very important question that there is only one correct answer for.”

I flip open the box to reveal the masterpiece I designed. A square-cut diamond, the biggest one they had, surrounded by little pink gems. Set on a silver band, because all of her jewelry is that color. Apparently it matches her skin tone best. I remember everything she tells me.

I wanted to make it really pretty, just like her.

So she looks at it every day and smiles.

“Yes, Alexei.”

I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

“Hang on. Let me ask it properly. Will you, Lara Volkov. Pleasure me in being my wife?”

She bursts out laughing.

“What?”

“I think it’s ‘do me the pleasure of’?”

I shrug.

“You can pleasure me whenever you want to.”

She bites her lip, and it’s taking all I have not to pounce on her.

“Will you marry me, pchelka? Please?”

I bat my lashes at her for the full dramatic effect.

“Yes, sladkiy. One hundred million times, yes. Infinite yes.”

My heart almost explodes. Springing up, I wrap my arms tightly around her, my hand cradling her neck as I press my lips against hers, savoring the moment with my fiancé.

I kiss her until we’re out of breath then slide the ring onto her shaking finger.

“That’s so beautiful, Alexei. You have a good eye. It’s perfect for me.”

I tug her closer by the waist.

“I’m an expert in Lara. I’ve been studying for twenty years, remember? Maybe I could get a certificate.”

As her hand touches my chest, I can feel her warmth seeping through my skin.

“A marriage certificate? That’s probably the best one.”

When she pushes on my ribs, my eyes widen in surprise, causing me to stumble backwards and land on the mattress

“My girl wants to take some control back? Hmm?”

I stroke my cock as she saunters towards me, so I spread open my thighs.

“Be my guest. Do your best.” I wink at her.

This should be fun.

A sassy Lara is one of my favorites.

I want her to feel powerful.

I am weak for her, I always have been.