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one or two, I’d consider myself lucky. But just having Imogen in my arms, knowing she was mine until I drew my last breath was all I needed.

“Come, kiska. Let’s visit with our friends a little longer, then send them on their way so we can celebrate by ourselves. Dimitri had a good idea. I’ll set an appointment for you tomorrow, have a doctor check you over to make sure they didn’t cause any damage when they forced the abortion on you. But tonight is for happy memories.”

Imogen leaned against my arm as I led her back into the room where the others were waiting. I noticed the women were gone, except Pavel’s wife. I didn’t question where they’d gone, or why. Imogen relaxed at my side and I silently thanked all of them for seeing to her comfort.

When we bade everyone goodbye, I lifted my bride into my arms and carried her up to our suite. Someone had left rose petals scattered across the floor and bed. A soft glow came from the bathroom and I noticed a steaming tub of water with candles set around the room. It seemed the staff had gone above and beyond to make this night special. I’d be sure to compensate them later for the extra effort.

Two flutes of champaign were on the dresser with a note.

Zhelayu vam oboim more schast’ya.

“It seems the staff are happy we’re married,” I said. “They’ve congratulated us and left champaign.”

“It feels strange,” she said.

“What does?” I asked, turning to face her.

“We’ve shared this room for several days now. It’s not like we haven’t been intimate, but it feels different tonight. Not just because of the flowers and stuff either. It’s…”

“More intimate? Because you’re my wife?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Come, liybimaya. Let me help you from your dress. Go soak in the tub with your champaign and I’ll join you in a moment.”

She came closer and gave me her back. I unfastened all the small buttons down the back and eased the garment from her shoulders, then carefully draped it over my arm. I carried it into the bathroom and hung it in her closet, wanting to preserve the dress. My wife stood in the doorway, watching me. The white lace corset she’d worn under her dress pushed her breasts up until they nearly spilled from the cups. White stockings adorned her legs, held up by garters at her thighs.

“Breathtaking. I’m a very lucky man, kiska.”

She gave me a soft smile and I helped her remove the rest of her clothes. After I assisted her into the tub and handed her one of the flutes, I undressed and grabbed the second one. I eased down into the water behind her, then tugged her back against my chest. I sighed as she settled against me, sipping her drink.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Of course, Ivan! I admit I was scared at first, thinking you’d end up being like the others. As much as I wanted you, I was terrified it was all a big lie.”

I rubbed my hand against her belly then reached up to cup her breast. “I’d never hurt you like that, kiska. The pain I give you will always end in pleasure. And I promise to never again scare you the way I did last night. It was a means to an end and nothing more. It ripped me apart having to do that to you, hearing you plead for mercy.”

“I thought you’d gotten tired of me and handed me over to someone else,” she admitted. “It’s what finally made me say what you’d wanted to hear. I’d needed you before then, but I couldn’t let myself believe it. My mind and my heart were at war with each other.”

I stroked my fingers over her nipple, feeling it harden as she gave a soft gasp. Her back arched and I knew she needed more. I set our glasses aside. I continued to tease her nipple while I eased my other hand down her body and between her legs. Her thighs parted eagerly as I brushed the lips of her pussy.

Mine. All mine. My wife. My everything. No one would ever take her from me. I’d kill them if they tried.

I worked the hard little bud between her legs as her hips undulated. The water sloshed over the side of the tub as she chased her pleasure. I worked first one finger then two inside of her, thrusting them in and out.

“Yes! Ivan, please. I need more.”

I worked her pussy while I pinched and tugged at her nipple. When she came, I didn’t even give her time to ride out her orgasm. I lifted her hips and pulled her down as I thrust up, impaling her on my cock. She cried out again, her hands gripping the side of the tub. I held her in place as I thrust up into her, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I grunted as my hips jerked faster.

“Rub your clit. Make yourself come,” I commanded.

She reached down and brushed her fingers over the little bud, her fingertips flicking against my cock as she rubbed. I groaned and knew I couldn’t last. Her pussy squeezed me tight and my hips jerked faster as I let loose, not stopping until every drop of cum had been wrung from my balls.

“Fuck! You’ll be the death of me, kiska. But in the best of ways.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck as my cock jerked and twitched inside her.

“I love you, Ivan.”

“Love you too, kiska. So fucking much.”

My cock still inside her, I tugged her close against my chest while wrapping my arms around her. This was only the beginning. Now that she’d given herself to me, had stopped hiding what she needed and wanted, I knew we’d have many happy years together.

Epilogue

Imogen

Six Months Later

I stared at the doctor, thinking I must have misheard him. After our wedding, the man Ivan had taken me to claimed it would be impossible for

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