EroticReverie

Audrey

I've got a simple black square cut neck dress with short capped sleeves on, the body of the dress tight and form fitting, with a tiny slit on the back that only goes up a few inches, the hem right above my knees, a slim lavender colored belt around the middle, my hair pulled back into a sleek pony, my heels clicking on the tile as I hold Maksim's arm walking into the dining room where Harry and Tony, and two Russian men I've only met once before, and that's when they were shooting my ex in the head at point blank range. For some reason the memory no longer causes goosebumps, but those men, even though they belong to Maksim, still scare the fuck out of me. 

They start to speak in Russian and Maksim holds up his hand as he pulls out a chair for me, next to his and has me sit. 

"Please..English." Maksim says. "So my wife understands." 

My lips press together and I ache between my legs hearing him call me his wife. It will never get old. It will never not cause my damn vagina to beg for him inside it. 

"first things first..." One of the Russianss say. "The Bratva wants answers as to what happened to Slev." 

"Nothing yet." Maksim says. 

This gets him two looks of confusion from his Russian counterparts and the security guards, who I like to believe are more in my pocket than Maksim's , even though they aren't truly, just clear their throats and give me a look. 

I still haven't told Maksim what I did. What Harry let me do. It's clear that the two Russian's know exactly who killed Slev because they look to me as I reach up and grab Maksim's hand. 

He looks to my hand, turning his over and clasps it, thinking I just want contact. 

"About that...." I say and Maks turns his head to me and his brows draw together. 

"Don't worry Lavender, I'll be taking care of him. Trust me." he says and I open my mouth to speak but he looks back to the Russian's.

"Has he spoken at all about his plans? Who might be on his side?" Maksim says. 

"Maks." I say softly. 

Maksim turns his head to me. 

I look at him, almost afraid to tell him. Will he be mad, he's already given me the third degree about leaving my room that night, he's already mad I had to witness him get shot. 

"What is it baby?" he asks and moves his hand, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. 

"I um...." I say, starting to speak, wondering how to tell him I fucking not only killed a man, but did it in such a gruesome, vicious way, by slitting his throat. I Killed him. I killed a fucking man. 

"I...." I start again, Maks waits patiently and I can feel the other four sets of eyes on me. 

"I killed him." I say quietly, looking at our hands on the table, his thumb pauses on the back of my hand, and I swallow. 

"What?" he asks, and I'm not sure if he's asking because I said it so quietly or if it's a shocked response. 

"I killed him. That night. I killed him." I say and he sits there a moment. 

"You did what?" he asks and I look up at him, and I can't read his expression, I can read all of his expressions , but not this one. 

"I thought he'd killed you." I say, my eyes starting to water as I think about the way my heart fucking shattered holding Maksim bleeding out on the floor not too far from where we were currently sitting. 

"I just...I wasn't thinking...or...I was...and I just....I wanted him to pay for hurting you. For killing you." I say, and my tears turn to anger as I clench my jaw, wishing I could do it again, and fuck it if Maksim was going to be mad. 

"I'd do it again. I'd slit his fucking throat a hundred more times for what he-"

"You slit his throat?!" Maksim says and his hand moves from mine and he looks at me and I let my eyes lift to him. 

"She was a little savage." Harry says. 

Maksim looks to him for a brief moment. 

"Why am I just now hearing this?!" Maksim says his voice raising. 

"You were healing, little lady said not to stress you out, and we all agreed it was best to wait, it wasnt anything that couldnt wait a little bit. Plus, she wanted to tell you." Tony says. 

Maksim looks at me. 

"Lavender..." he says shaking his head. 

"You're mad at me?" My brows lower and a tear slips from my eye and down my cheek. 

He turns, and with his goodarm reached up , slipping his hand behind my head, pulling me in, kissing me fiercely. I can hear Tony and Harry chuckling and I Maksim growls against my mouth. 

"You killed a man for me?" he asks, breathing heavy. I nod, still crying, and also panting and he groans, kissing me hard again, his lips pressing so hard to mine it hurts and he bites my lip and then pushes his tongue into my mouth. 

I don't care that there's four other people sitting in the room with us, I've never been shy about kissing Maksim, about making out with him, when Maksim wants me, he has me, no questions asked , and I'll never deny him for the sake of making someone else more comfortable. 

"You slit his fucking throat?" he asks, pulling from my mouth and looking at me and I nod, and the corner of his mouth lifts. 

"You're not mad at me?" I ask, my lips sore and my mouth open, panting as he shakes his head. 

"My wife slit a mans throat in my honor...what the fuck would I be mad about?" He says and groans, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his lap, placing it right on his cock. 

"Does that seem like I'm fucking mad?" he asks, and the guards clear their throat as the two Russians look anywhere but at me and Maksim, I shake my head. 

"No." I say softly. 

He presses my hand harder against his cock and his jaw clenches and he leans in to my ear so only I can hear. 

"I am going to eat that pussy all god damn night Audrey...I'm going to worship my hot as fuck wife....and lick that murderous little cunt of yours till you're screaming for me to stop" he growls. 

I grab his cock through his pants and he groans. 

"Here" Tony says, the one who snapped the picture of me covered in Slev's blood, first is a picture of slev, slumped over in the seat. Maksim takes the photo that he slides over, my hand still on my husbands cock as he keeps my hand there. I rub him shamelessly, turned on that he's turned on by my devotion to him, my loyalty. I was not a fucking loose end, that was for sure. 

"fuck" Maksim looks at the eight by ten photos printed out of Sleve, there's a few from different angles, and I swear Maksim gets harder when he sees the stab wounds, the slash of Slev's throat up close, I rub his cock and he groans and turns and I know if he could he'd bend me over this table right now and bang me for a week straight for what I've done. 

"you...are such...a good girl" he whispers to me. But I know the others hear it and I bite my lip and he grins and then looks back to the table as Tony slides over another picture. 

"Knew you'd be pissed you missed it, so..I took this for you." he says and I hear Maksim let out a fuck growl all the way from his stomach and up his chest and in his throat as he looks at the photo of me standing there, my eyes vacant, covered in blood, my dress stained, my skin stained, splatters of his "brothers" blood all over my face. 

"Get out." Maksim says to the room of men. "Now." 

"We have to go ov-" one of the Russians start.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? GET THE FUCK OUT" he yells as Harry and Tony smirk knowingly already getting up out of their seats.

"I'll call you when I'm ready for you to come back." Maksim growls at them and they leave without a word, and Maksim is already groaning as he shuffles his belt and pants open. 

"Maksim" I say, and he shakes his head. 

"Don't you dare fucking argue with me right now Audrey...come here" he growls, and uses his strength in his good arm to pull me from my seat and I I pull up the tight dress and then lift my leg and straddle him.

"Fuck" he groans as I rech down, sliding him in. "fucking christ" he groans as I sit down slowly and moan as I take him inside me and I whimper. Fuck I've missed him so much. Upstairs was not enough, I needed more, I wanted to fuck each others brains out, and again, would murder Slev all over again just from keeping me from being able to fuck my husband the way I want. 

"You are the sexiest fucking woman" he groans as I rock gently in his lap. 

"God your pussy is amazing" he grabs my ass with both hands. 

"Maks" I moan and kiss him and he groans into my mouth. 

"I feel like a bad husband" he groans. "You're probably traumatized but I cant fucking stop being turned on by the fact you fucking killed him, and slit his fucking throat" he says. 

"that's so fucking hot baby" he says and bites my lip and I whimper as I rock my hips faster. 

"I'm not traumatized over killing him, im only traumatized by the fact I thought I'd lost you....I'd kill him again in a second for hurting you...i'll kill anyone who fucking touches Maksim, nobody gets to take you from me" I say and he kisses me. 

"I'm supposed to be the one killing people for touching you" he says and I  lift up slightly and lower back down. I shake my head. 

"You've already killed people for me...it was my turn" I say and he groans and grins and grabs my face in his hands and kisses me hard, our tounges a tangled mess and I'm breathing so fucking hard, as I ride him, trying not to go too hard or too fast, and it's killing me. 

"I'll kill anyone that threatens you" I moan into his mouth. Months ago, would I have killed for me ex? No. Would I have killed for anyone? No. But this man, Maksim fucking Anton Petrov, had me so far gone for him, i'd kill for him, a million times, and we'd burn the entire world for each other, and there's nobody else I'd rather watch the world go up in flames with.