Relentless Sinner

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Gabriella

The day draws to an end, closing on a happier note than I expected.

Things got better after Dad left. Even though I could see Jaxon’s cousins and uncles watching me closely throughout the day, my relatives made up for that.

I haven’t seen many of them in years and more than half of them traveled from Italy to witness me get married.

It was nice to feel important in that way. Now the day is over and reality has snuck in like the first drop of rain before a storm.

Apart from our driver, Jaxon and I are on our own now. We’re in the back seat of a Rolls Royce, heading home.

I’ve been hyper aware of Jaxon’s presence. A lump formed in my throat the moment he slid in next to me and all my senses went into overdrive. Suddenly he seemed so colossal with those wide shoulders and his muscular body that he took up all the space around us.

Taking slow, shallow breaths and inhaling the crisp night air through the half-open window has been the only thing to steady my mind.

As the car speeds down the road I stare at the shadowy landscape blending in with the night and my thoughts switch back to what we’ll do when we reach home. I know we won’t be going to bed—as in sleeping.

I’ve been thinking about this part of the night since Jaxon left for Italy. Today, as the time drew closer to its end, it played on my mind like an infomercial stuck on repeat.

My end of the deal is to comply with whatever he wants. Just thinking that word— comply —in regard to sex twists my stomach and makes me feel like some kind of whore.

Especially when I know that whatever I do with Jaxon tonight will confuse my emotions and conflict my heart even more than it already is.

Some people claim to be able to switch off their emotions and completely shut down so they can act like they never existed. I need to do that.

Given the angst-filled life I had with my father, I should be able to switch off effortlessly. Natasha and I automatically shut down the entire time we lived with Dad.

How else did we manage to deal with his constant abuse and abrasive personality? I know this situation is different because Jaxon is my husband, but I have to find a way.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to pounce on you in here,” Jaxon says, his voice sounding so wispy it could be a thought in my head. “Unless you want me to.”

My nerves tingle but I look across at him, finding he’s already staring at me with those unforgiving sharp blue eyes. His stare probes into me like a pole with a spike on the tip, and I actually feel it pressing into my heart.

Realizing he’s waiting for an answer, I gather my senses and think of a response. “No. I’m fine, thank you.”

The quiver of a smile tips his lips. “Maybe I will, whether you want me to or not. You seemed to enjoy my last compulsive decision.”

“Threatening me with my sister’s life was hardly enjoyable.”

He raises a brow and sharpens his stare. “I wasn’t talking about that. That wasn’t me being compulsive. That was me dealing with a situation you created when you tried to screw me over. Be grateful I was so forgiving. I’ve killed for less.”

A shudder slithers down my spine and wriggles into my stomach. Just when I try to forget how dangerous this man is, he gives me a reminder that throws me off kilter and completely out of sync.

“How am I supposed to be grateful when I don’t know what you’ll do with my secret?”

“I guess you’re just going to have to trust me.” He hits me with a knowing smile and I realize he must know trusting him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

“You think it’s that easy?”

“Yes.”

“I’m supposed to just trust you because you say so?”

“Yes.” He drops his voice lower. “If your sister wasn’t safe you’d know about it by now. Especially after seeing your father today. He wouldn’t have even come to the wedding.”

My heart beats a little faster, grateful for some hope to hold on to. Despite making those assumptions myself about Natasha’s safety, it still feels reassuring to hear him say it.

As I stare at him I try to look past the mafia boss and pray he has a heart. And that he won’t change his mind.

Maybe I’m desperate to find some good in him. Maybe part of me wants to believe he isn’t like my father or as vile as the dark and dangerous men in my world. Maybe I just want him to be different for me.

Dare I hope?

I’m about to look away and cast my thoughts off as foolishness when he reaches out and cups my face. His fingers slide over my cheek and he presses into my skin, then his gaze darkens with a mixture of heat and desire.

He leans closer and mutters something in Russian I don’t understand. As he speaks I know he knows I don’t have a clue about any of it.

“What did you say to me?”

“Everything and nothing .” The tender tenor of his tone and that look in his eyes stir that warmth in my core from earlier.

“That makes no sense.”

“It’s not supposed to.” His gaze drops to my dress. I changed into this one for the reception. It has a deeper cut that shows off more cleavage. He’s barely taken his eyes off me since he first saw me in it.

“But—”

He stops me with a kiss. We’ve touched lips here and there all day, mostly for the camera, but this kiss doesn’t feel like anything we’ve shared today.

It feels like an amplified version of us from the other week. The heat from his kiss melts my resolve within seconds, leaving me with the chilling thought of how much power he has over me. It’s crippling and spellbinding. Tempting and enthralling. Forbidden and sweet.

The surge of pleasure coursing from his lips to mine forces me to delete all the bad parts and give in.

God, I haven’t even tried to resist.

Resisting is the furthest thing from my mind when Jaxon kisses me harder, sucking on my tongue. I absorb the taste of him like I’ve been starving for decades and like I’ll perish if I stop tasting and taking from him.

We don’t stop. Passion keeps us there, exploring each other’s mouths. It’s only when I hear the driver telling us that we’re home that I realize how much time has passed. I was so busy making out with my husband that the earth could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have realized.

We pull apart and the lust-laden look in Jaxon’s eyes tells me he has so much more in store for me tonight.

He gets out of the car and I do too when the driver opens my door. Jaxon takes my hand the moment I’m near him and leads me up the steps to the house with a sense of urgency.

My heart hammers inside my chest and all I’m aware of is Jaxon’s hand around mine and the dim automatic lights snapping on as we step into the house.

Like a man on a mission Jaxon leads me up the stairs. As soon as we reach the landing and are away from the guards below, he pulls me to his chest and crushes his mouth to mine.

We continue the ravenous kiss we shared in the car as if we never left off, and he holds me as if he wants to devour me, running his hands over my breasts.

Damn it, his touch feels so good my body melts, molding to his, greedy for more.

He shoves me hard against the wall and clutches my throat, guiding my gaze to his. “You drive me fucking insane and I don’t know what I want to do with you. Fuck you or forget you for always trying to leave me.”

“Don’t,” I rasp out, my breathing so ragged I can barely catch my breath.

“Don’t what ?” His voice is low and cautious, like he’s fighting the same battle I am. “Don’t forget you or don’t fuck you?” He gives me that scrutinizing stare again but this time I focus on his words— the choices .

He traces a finger over my lips, rendering me powerless to the lie I want to tell him to protect myself.

“Tell me what I’m not supposed to do, wife.”

Wife.

The word strikes my soul like lightning and roars through my heart like thunder asking me what I truly want. “Don’t forget me.”

My answer pulls a wicked smile from his lips and he brushes his nose along mine. “Last week was the third time, Krasota . A man can only take so much.”

I’m about to protest when I realize he’s right. I have tried to escape three times. I ran before I even met him.

He presses his forehead to mine and glares down at me. “If I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, I’d start questioning my sanity. My rules seem to change for you, so fuck it.”

His lips slam against mine again and I’m utterly lost, consumed by the mind-blowing force of him.

My lungs squeeze and my heart races, every rational thought slipping away, leaving me with only the raw intensity of him.

My answer to my fears is the same as his— fuck it .

I'm already drowning in him and I don’t want to come up for air. I want to listen to this crazy feeling luring me back into his darkness and prove my father wrong. I don’t want to be a contract or a business arrangement.

I just want to savor this man and this pleasure consuming my body and fall headfirst into the dark escape.

He growls against my lips then he’s tugging me again, moving with me toward the bedroom. A kick to the door swings it open and we crash inside.

Jaxon guides me toward the bed and we fall onto it.

He kneels over me and rips open the front of my dress, then he drags it down my body along with my panties and shoes, leaving me completely naked in seconds.

He smiles down at me as he pulls his shirt over his head and lowers his mouth to my breasts to latch on to one of my tight nipples. When he sucks it greedily, a rush of pleasure consumes me.

I moan from the sweet sensation then flinch when he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh near my nipple, trying to suck more of me into his mouth. It feels incredible and like I’m being claimed again.

He does the same to my other breast, sucking, nibbling and biting like he wants to consume me.

Thrills blast through me, consuming every inch of my skin, and I feel like I could set the room on fire.

He grabs my hips, parts my thighs and dives into my pussy, his tongue pushing straight inside me with unrestrained possession.

I arch into his mouth and he gives me what I need by sucking my clit.

Lost in the delirium, I cry out in a desperate moan I’ve never heard before.

Holding me down, he eats me out like a starving man, pulling moan after moan from deep within me, and like a wild animal I writhe against his face.

One last pull and suck on my clit has me coming.

And holy fucking shit, my orgasm is a violent explosion of pleasure that has me screaming his name.

But he doesn’t stop there. He keeps licking and swirling his tongue inside my pussy, lengthening my orgasm so it’s a million times wilder. Then, like always, he licks me clean, lapping up all my juices and leaving me more aroused than ever. I can’t believe I just had an orgasm yet my body is still ready for more.

Lifting his head, he gazes at me with those merciless eyes, watching me as I pant and try to come back to earth. He gets off the bed and I lift myself onto my elbows to watch him as he undoes his pants.

I allow myself the pleasure of taking in the way each muscle moves on his sculpted abs enhanced by the black ink tattooed into his skin. This man— my husband —is a work of art.

Jaxon pushes his boxers down his legs, freeing his massive cock.

His cock is so erect precum is pearling at the tip of the head. He smiles down at me, flexing a hand around his length. “My turn now, Krasota. I want you on your knees and that hot little mouth of yours around my cock.”

My breathing picks up again and my mouth waters at the thought of having his cock. Of all the things I’ve done with him, I’ve never done that.

I get off the bed and slide onto my knees, sinking into the fluffy white rug.

He slips a large hand around my nape and cups the back of my head so he can run his fingers through my hair, then he directs his cock to my parted lips.

“Open for me, Krasota.”

I do. I open my mouth and take him in, then swirl my tongue around his crown, licking up the precum.

He groans and a strained pleasure-filled look spreads over his handsome face. His rough grunts of pleasure deepen and the way he’s looking down at me—as if I’m some kind of goddess—makes my head spin.

Watching and listening to him turns me on. It fills me with the same kind of thrill an addict would experience when they got their next fix. The crazy thought hits, that I could watch and listen to him in this aroused state forever.

The desire to give him more pleasure fuels me, so I hollow my cheeks and take more of him inside my mouth. That seems to pull some kind of trigger and suddenly his grip on my hair tightens and I’m deep-throating him as he fucks my throat like he’s possessed.

Tears sting my eyes and my gag reflex threatens to overpower me when his cock hits the back of my throat but I fight back, loosening my jaw so I can take what he’s giving me.

“Holy. Fuck!” He groans so loud I swear the walls tremble.

I can feel he’s close to climax so I suck harder, but then he pulls out, leaving me panting.

“No…” he rasps, breathing hard, too.

“Why?”

“This is our wedding night. I want to come inside your pretty little cunt.” His dirty words are like a clamp on my insides, pressing into my desire. “Back on the bed. Now.”

He releases my hair and lifts me to stand, then he grabs my ass as I turn to crawl back on the bed.

Grabbing my hips, he positions me on all fours and slides his hand to the center of my back. His hand continues down to my breast and he grabs a nipple, squeezing then teasing it. They’re so tight his touch sends currents of pleasure straight to my pussy.

Jaxon moves closer, pressing his lips to my ear. “This is how I want you. I’m going to make you scream.”

I glance back at him, meeting his possessive gaze as he positions himself behind me.

He grabs my hips and shoves deep inside me, impaling me on his cock. We groan together from the exhilarating pleasure and I realize that I missed this—him being inside me.

His massive length pushes deeper and I grasp the sheets, digging my fingers into the mattress. I was already wet and ready for him, but his deep thrust paralyzes my entire body.

He starts with a slow, steady pump that turns wild and untamed moments later, I fall into his dominance.

He fucks me raw and primal in a mad rhythm of deep, hard thrusts, hammering into me like he needs my body in order to survive.

My breasts bounce against my aching lungs and the echo of our bodies slapping together fills my ears and the room. The sounds of flesh against flesh and our moans and groans of insatiable ecstasy are the only ones around me.

Jaxon drives into me over and over again, and when I come once more, I don’t stop coming.

He pounds into me relentlessly, fucking me like he’s making sure I know I’m never to leave him again. Another wild orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me drained of energy and helpless.

He speeds up, driving into me at a ferocious pace that makes pleasure rise again, and I scream.

A deep grunt resonates from his chest when he climaxes, and we cry out together, sharing the mutual surrender to pleasure.

He stills inside me and the warmth of his cum shooting into my body feels like it’s flowing through me. When he loosens his hold on me and pulls out I collapse onto the silky sheets.

He lies next to me, his heavy arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His lips meet my ear. “Mine.”

The simple word pulls something deep inside me. The thing I know I was running from. It emerges in my heart and I know that what I just did was more than sex.

I gave myself to him. All of me . Not just my body. Jaxon got all of me. And I’m not going to be able to shut down or switch my feelings off. Not with him.

I never stood a chance.