Chapter One hundred
I am stretched wide open around him, gasping with the kind of pleasure that has me going crazy. When he begins to thrust more deeply, grunting, I let go of any lingering hesitation, shyness or fear I had and give myself to him completely. He moans and grips my hips, thrusting harder. I orgasm to our sounds of pleasure bouncing off the shower walls.
Afterwards I am in such a daze Cyrus towels me off and puts me back to bed. He draws the covers over me and kisses my forehead.
“I’ll get you some breakfast. In the mean time rest.”
He pauses, smoothing a hand over my damp hair. He gazes into my eyes for a moment, then turns and strolls naked back into the bathroom. I am too wiped out and I don’t know how long I doze, but when I wake up, a tray of food and a cup of coffee waits for me on the writing desk.
The following weeks are filled with dirty hot fantastic sex between Cyrus and I. we haven’t talked about it but we seem to have come to an agreement about our new life now. I know sex isn’t enough but I am afraid to demand more because it might end up bursting our bubble. And I love our bubble; it’s not perfect but its progress.
He surprises me a few days before his parent’s engagement by offering to take me shopping for the dress. My whole heart fills with warmth that he wants to take me shopping but I know he is only doing it to keep an eye on me. He wants to keep me contained for reasons I can’t explain, but I know he can’t do this forever. He will let his guard down and everything will be more perfect than it was before.
The anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Cinnati, the head of the mafia family is being held at the prestigious hotel and its nothing but the biggest event of the year. Since there will be outsiders and members from the other crime families, there is tight security tonight. I arrive in Cyrus’s arms as he plays his role of a devoted husband in love who can’t keep away from his wife. He is wearing a black suit with a cream white shirt and a black bow tie, he looks really handsome tonight. I am wearing a red dress that flows to my feet, the thin straps are made of diamond and the front and back dip low exposing my back down to the top of my ass and the front forms a deep V between my breasts. I have left my hair down in wild curls and have added deep red lipstick.
Everything goes smoothly from the moment we get inside. Everyone is greeting the couple by the door and smooching their way to gain some favours and inside people are networking, building alliance and having a great time. Before we take our reserved seats the family takes a few photos and that’s when I see Cullen again after so long in Cyrus’s prison house. I can’t pinpoint out what it is but something is different about him, I don’t have long to study him as we are done and sat together at the family table. For whatever reason the place cards decided to set me between Cyrus and Cullen.
It’s both a good and a bad thing. At least with Cullen beside me, I don’t have to spend the whole night looking at him or avoiding his gaze. But it also means that Cullen is beside me, next to me. I can’t avoid him or ignore him in public if he decides to start a conversation. Cyrus doesn’t seem to like the arrangement either as he says something about place cards, as we take our respective seats.
The dinner ends up being boring and torture for me as the Cinnati boys both decide to ignore me like I am not just sitting right there next to them. Cyrus spends the whole night talking to his father who is on his left and Cullen is talking to one of his cousins, not turning to look on his left for a second. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to talking to him at all today after everything but I didn’t anticipate the cold shoulder either.
At last we are done with diner and the DJ announces the anniversary couple dance which is a sweet beautiful song that has women swooning in their seats like me. I wish Cyrus would look at me like that one day, I wish I would have that. Then the DJ announces their kids to in the dance, Cyrus goes to his mother and since Cullen can’t very well dance with his father guess who their daughter is. Our dance is small and quite until my father-in-law says I look beautiful tonight and he is so glad to have me in the family. Seems he wasn’t in love with the idea of having an Irish girl over for dinner in his house.
I never thought I would say this but my father in law is the first person to make me laugh tonight and he wasn’t even joking. When our dance is over and before he releases me he kisses my forehead and whispers “you’re a lot stronger than you realize, and even though he doesn’t know it yet, he does have feelings for you.”
He passes me on to my husband who smiles to the public but I know he is still brooding over our placements. Were quite as we move about the dance floor as Cyrus tightens his grip around my waist, his movements smooth. The man can dance. It’s not long that our dance is over and my father takes in joking he’s been dying to dance to his first daughter, then I am passed from one hand to the other until I feel my feet asking for recess, although I can’t complain since I love dancing and I have been locked up for far too long.. I excuse myself from the mayor after the song ends and decide to get myself a sit and some water.
I just about make it out of the dance floor when suddenly a figure materializes before me with outstretched hands and a disarming smile. He asks me for a dance a little too loud for people close by to hear and turn their attention to us and put me on the spot. That’s Alex Lenkov for you…………
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