ARIA.
It should be around midnight. I'd been training when Dominic had asked to spar. He'd been the one to train me as a child. I'd always enjoyed fighting him because I lost all sense of restraint.
A clean jab. I blocked. Countered. Spun out of reach. Our bodies moved like we'd done this a hundred times — because we had.
"You're slower," he muttered.
"You're still so full of shit," I snapped back, swinging a hook toward his jaw.
He ducked, but barely. His age was catching up to him.
"You're very angry."
I stepped back. "No shit, Dominic."
A beat. He circled me and managed to land a full blow to my belly sending me flying to the ground. Now he's done it. Fuck the fact that he's forty something, I'm going to kill him. My phone rang at that moment interrupting us. He smiled as if he could feel my fury at getting hit.
"This isn't over," I swore loudly before reaching over to grab my phone. Mikhail. I signalled for Dominic to leave before answering.
"Hello?" I called. His low voice came through, "Printsessa, always a pleasure," he responded. I could hardly restrain my shiver of pleasure. I would never admit how much I loved Mikhail calling me that Russian pet name. Printsessa meant princess in Russian.
Even though everyone called me principessa which also meant princess, Mikhail made everything sound so...intimate? I loved his accent.
"What do you want, Mikhail?" I added an edge of irritation I didn't feel. He just chuckled, "Well, I'm calling to inform you that I've made adequate preparations, we're getting married in two days."
"What did you just say?" I yelled in fury. He chuckled—a low sound that tripled my irritation.
"Listen, I don't know who you think you are—" I began, only for Mikhail to say,
"I'm traveling in three days for a weapons deal in Albania. I'll be gone for at least two weeks. We have to get married in two days, printsessa."
"Fine," I hear myself say. Two days. "Do I need to buy a dress or..."
"No. All you need to do is be at my house in two days. Take care till then, moya printsessa," he replies.
TWO DAYS LATER...
I didn't tell Dominic we decided to get married today. I have no idea why. It would just be to sign a piece of paper. It wasn't anything major.
I hit the brakes as the familiar black and white marble mansion came to view. The butler from before approached me with a polite smile. "Ms. Aria, the boss has been waiting for you."
He didn't take me to Mikhail's office. He stopped by a large, doubled oak doors and signalled for me to enter. I pushed open the black iron handles, they were cold to the touch.
The room was dimly lit with low hanging gold and black chandelier. I immediately knew that this was Mikhail's room, but he wasn't in.
Black marble covered two walls, with matte obsidian paneling on the others. One wall was entirely lined with floor-to-ceiling black bookshelves, filled with thick Russian literature, war memoirs, and... classical music?
His bed was huge. Bigger than a king's.
Suddenly, my mind flooded with several evocative images—Mikhail, half-naked on the bed, smirking at me... touching me—
"Aria—"
I jumped at the voice, my heart beating furiously in my chest. I turned to see Mikhail staring at me. I cleared my throat, embarrassed that he'd caught me while I daydreamed about him.
"Are you okay?" Mikhail asked. I cleared my throat, "Yes, I'm perfectly fine," I replied. "We should sign the marriage license," I sat on the chair by the corner. Mikhail looked at me for a second, as if he couldn't understand what was going on in my head. Then he shook his head and went to get the document.
MIKHAIL.
I have no idea why Aria has anxiety written all over her. Still, I'm so aroused by her presence, my dick is painfully straining the zipper of my trousers, throbbing with need just from looking at her. Looking at her and thinking 'God, I want to fuck her.'
I grab the marriage license that I and the officiant already signed and hand it to Aria. She takes a minute to read through the document, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Why the hell does she think I'd tamper with our marriage license?
She looks around for a pen which I gladly pick from my table and hand to her, then she signs the marriage license binding us together. I have no idea why the thought of her being my wife makes me even hornier than before.
Aria, however, continues to stare at the papers like she can't believe she actually signed them. I snatch the documents from her hand, before she does something crazy, like tear them, and I stash it in my drawer.
I look back to see Aria deep in thought. She actually looks worried. I've only ever seen her composed, it feels strange to see her rattled. Because I'm no longer in complete control of my body, I step closer until we're only inches apart and I'm staring down into her wide, beautiful hazel eyes, watching her fight not to give in to the urge to run.
"I don't know what's bothering you but if I were to guess I'd say that you're probably thinking about the more...intimate part of our agreement," I say. She visibly gulps.
"We have to live together, Aria, but we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." I lean in closer, so close our noses almost touch, bend and murmur in her ear, "You can't seek your pleasure in other men, Aria, so you'll take care of your needs personally and I'll do the same."
I drop my voice to a whisper, "But if we want to, there's nothing in the contract that prohibits me from fucking you senseless," I say calmly. Her flawless skin takes a brighter hue. She's blushing. God, she's fucking gorgeous. I almost groan in need for this woman.
My cock hardens in my pants and by her widened eyes, I know she can feel it too. Rather than retreat, I slowly lean forward allowing her to feel the large outline of my desire for her.
She trembles instinctively. Such a responsive little girl. I slowly trace her skin with my lips, from her cheek down to her pretty neck. I inhale so deeply you'd think I'm smoking pot. How the fuck does she smell so good. Her lavender and vanilla scent contrasts with her smooth olive skin.
Unable to resist, I licked her neck then sucked on it earning me a soft moan from the back of her throat. I pushed her backwards, so she rested almost halfway on my desk. My cock pressed into her core from the position we were in.
I moaned at the feel of her wet heat on my cock. Even with her panties and my trousers, I could feel how wet she was. Fuck, I was going to come in my pants like a teenager. Lost in passion, I dry-humped Aria, thrusting myself to her core repeatedly. She moaned in encouragement.
I latch on to her throat and suck her as we helplessly grind against each other. I say hotly into her ear, "You want to come like this, baby?" Her eyes roll to back of her head in a gasp. She's so close. I grab her tit and twist her nipple with enough force to have her screaming her release. I continued to thrust into her but the heat from her wetness felt so good that I shot my load in my pants no sooner with a guttural groan.
We both stood there, panting and trying to control our breathing. Before I knew it, Aria pushed me away from her and began to straighten her dress. "That was a mistake. I should go home now," she said and then left without looking me in the eye.
I didn't bother to chase her. I didn't have any energy in my fucking body. That wasn't a mistake, and it was definitely going to happen again. You can't just give me the best orgasm of my life and then leave. Fuck, that was the best fucking orgasm of my entire life.