Doctored Vows - Chapter 31

“That was…”

I don’t have words to describe Aleena’s rehearsal dinner.

The food was lovely, and the setting was romantic, but there were little conversations held between the Galdeans and the Dokovics before Kazimir arrived, and it nosedived to uncomfortable once the focus was directed to the groom who arrived an hour late for his dress rehearsal dinner.

Aleena did her best to bring the mood up. She introduced Kazimir to her family and friends with the gushing you’d expect from a woman in love and promised his grandfather a prompt and well-reared bloodline, but nothing she did helped.

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Even Zoya struggled to break through it, and she usually craves awkward situations.

“Have the Galdeans met Kazimir previously?” I ask Zoya as we walk down the corridor of the hotel hosting Aleena’s nuptials, shadowed by the security Maksim was adamant I had to have since he needed to leave dinner early.

Maksim didn’t say this is one of his hotels, but the opulence of the penthouse suite, and the proprietary name above the front entrance door, gives it away. I won’t mention how the staff flurry around him to answer his every whim, or you’ll think I am a jealous twit.

He didn’t pay them an ounce of attention throughout dinner. His eyes were forever on me—as were his hands. I guess I could blame the stuffy conditions on my body’s response to the briefest brushes of Maksim’s fingers when they skimmed the skin high on my thigh. But I prefer placing the blame on others—regretfully.

I never thought I’d have the confidence to participate in a public display of affection, but I was five seconds from begging Maksim to slide his finger higher before a call stole his attention from me. The number on the screen of his phone was unknown, but Maksim’s eagerness to answer it has me convinced he has the number stored in his memory bank.

“Who?” Zoya asks, drawing my focus back to her, still deep in thought.

“Kazimir,” I repeat while scanning my keycard over the room lock of the penthouse suite. “Aleena’s husband-to-be.”

“Oh… yeah. Him.” She enters before me before finalizing her reply. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Her skittish response raises both my brow and my suspicion, but before I can grill her on it, a primal, visceral instinct to raise my eyes bombards me. I am sensing my mate, aware of Maksim’s closeness, but something much greater is demanding my focus.

My heart launches into my throat when my eyes follow the prompts of my brain and heart. Maksim is in the living room of our suite. He isn’t alone. A beautiful dark-haired specimen stands across from him, and his presence sends my heart into a flutter.

“Daddy!”

The shackles circling his wrists and ankles clatter when I throw myself into his arms before burying my head into his neck. He can’t hug me back since he is restrained, but the words he whispers in my ear make up for a lack of physical contact. “Hey, baby girl. I’ve missed you so much.”

When I inch back to thank the man responsible for my first meeting with my father in over seven years, a correctional officer I didn’t notice in the corner of the room commences freeing my father from the restraints used to transport him here.

“I can’t give you more than an hour,” Maksim announces, his tone low like he’s worried I’ll be disappointed. “But I will, eventually. My lawyers just need more time to build an appeal.”

“This is more than I could have ever hoped for.” I kiss him, uncaring that the man who threatened every member of the opposite sex not related to me if they got within an inch of me is currently being freed from prison shackles.

And he kisses me back.

Although Maksim’s kisses will forever set me ablaze, I pull back long before I’ve had my fill, mindful that an hour will never be enough for either task my heart wishes to undertake.

After squeezing Maksim’s hand and removing the lipstick my kiss smeared on his mouth, I twist to face my father. He is no longer shackled, and shockingly, there isn’t a single groove between his brows.

He knows as well as I do that this meeting would not have happened without Maksim. We couldn’t even get phone privileges approved.

My pulse thuds in my ears when my father takes his time assessing me. I have the same shaped face as my mother, the same eyes, just a few shades darker since mine have speckles of brown throughout the green, and the same button nose. I was cut from her cloth, whereas Stefania was the spitting image of my father, just female.

It must hurt for him to look at me, especially since his last memories of my mother are of her bruised and mutilated body, but you wouldn’t know that when he returns his eyes to mine and murmurs, “So beautiful. Your mother would be so proud of the woman you have become.”

The dam I’ve been holding back for eight years breaks, and the deluge that comes with it is as shocking as the realization that I don’t hate my father for leaving me.

I hate myself for selfishly expecting him to stay.

“I’m so sorry.”

I’m growled at from all sides, and it switches some of my tears from sadness to joy.

“Ssh,” Maksim murmurs, slipping beneath the sheets. “I don’t want to wake you. I just want to be inside you while you sleep.” He adjusts my knee like the sultry position I attempted to fall asleep in doesn’t give him enough access to my pussy before he creeps closer.

“Unless you’re not tired?” He groans when the wetness that hits his cock’s head alerts him to the fact I went to bed without panties.

My father left hours ago, and although I was emotionally and physically exhausted after our reunion, I had every intention of waiting for Maksim’s return before falling asleep.

I had no clue he’d be gone for so long.

“Is everything okay?”

Maksim starts his reply with a moan. “Of course it is. How could it not be? Fuck, Doc. You’re already ready for me.” He runs his nose down the column of my neck. “Did you start without me?”

A giggle rumbles in my chest instead of the frustration you’d expect when you learn you’re being monitored by security cameras hacked or installed purely to watch you twenty-four-seven. “Are you always watching me? Or just when I’m away from you?”

“Always,” he answers without shame.

“Then you’d know the package Zoya left on my bedside table is unopened.”

Pre-cum adds to the wetness between my legs when he replies, “Who said it was from Zoya?” He places his hand between my legs and toys with my clit. “Maybe I wanted a re-run of the night I watched you play with yourself while thinking about me.”

“The night you couldn’t see anything because I was covered by the bedding?” My words come out as moans. It can’t be helped. Maksim is a genius beneath the sheets as much as he is out of them.

“Yes.” After rolling me onto my back, he adjusts his position so he’ll face no resistance sliding two fingers inside me. “But that won’t be an issue this time around because my wife is a fucking goddess, and she is slowly starting to learn that.”

He proves the lies in my head are false by yanking off the bedding covering us with his spare hand, exposing my pasty-white skin to the harsh rays of the lamp he just switched on.

I don’t care that it casts an unfavorable hue across my body. Who would feel shame when a man who’d burn the world for you is looking at you like you’re the most precious gem in the world?

He finger fucks my pussy, creating a delicious amount of friction, before he curls my toes by adding his mouth to the mix.

He swivels his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh…” I breathe out slowly, already on the cusp of climax.

Pleasure scuttles through me when Maksim shifts the focus of his mouth lower. His lips are rimming the edge of an area no man has ever touched, but instead of repelling, I lift my ass off the mattress and rock my hips upward, encouraging his mouth to move lower.

“Holy hell,” I murmur when his tongue flicks over my puckered rear, sending jolts of electricity through my lower stomach.

The naughtiness of what he is doing is as stimulating as the lashes of his tongue.

“Has anyone ever touched you down here, Doc?” Maksim asks as he switches the fingers in my pussy for his thumb and drops the slippery digits between my butt cheeks.

“No,” I reply, my hips circling as wildly as my head spirals. His fingers are braced at the entrance of my ass. They’re slicked with my arousal, and I’m suddenly feeling invincible.

The need in his voice when he asks, “Do you want me to touch you here?” has me peering down at him over my erratically panting chest.

I nod, doubling the lust in his eyes.

“We’ll need to start slow. Your ass is even tighter than your cunt.”

A girlie squeal rips from my throat when he flips me over before he pulls me back so my ass is thrust high in the air. It is replaced with unladylike moans when he buries his head between my cheeks with as much eagerness as he does when he eats my pussy.

I’m already an incoherent, blubbering mess, but Maksim pushes me toward full hysteria when he returns his fingers to my pussy and his thumb to my clit.

I shatter like glass, moaning and shouting his name.

“So close. So fucking close. But we can do better.”

The thumb that hardened my clit to the point of pain is moved from the front of my body to the back.

“Relax, Doc,” Maksim demands when the intrusion of his thumb in my ass causes me to clench. “I’ll never hurt you.”

Since I believe him, I loosen my pelvic floor muscles, allowing his slippery thumb fully in.

“I feel so full,” I say, unashamed.

A heated hue creeps across my cheeks when Maksim replies, “Imagine how full you’ll feel when you’re taking my cock and my fingers at the same time.”

He does the synced pressure routine he usually does with my clit and pussy until another wave crests low in my stomach.

“You’re doing so good, Doc. I’m so proud of you.”

He moves faster, harder. He steers me to the crest of hysteria before he ensures there’s no other way for me to go but down.

I cry out when he slips his fingers out of my pussy a mere second before he thrusts his fat cock inside me.

The sensation of having two holes filled at once is almost too much. I’m so full. So taken.

So claimed.

I can do nothing but scream as ecstasy pumps through my veins.

“Maksim… God…” I grunt out when my blinding orgasm doesn’t slow him down in the slightest. He thrusts into me on repeat, bringing my screams to an ear-piercing level.

“Better. Much better. But I still think you have more to give.”

“I don’t.” Strands of hair stick to my sweat-dotted face when I shake my head. “I can’t. I’m done.”

“Shit.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Liar.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Doc.”

“Fuck. Christ. Shit.” I mash my face with the pillow while a torrent of naughty, wicked words leave my mouth. I’m on the border of an intense orgasm, one I am confident will override the intensity of every one before it, but I need a little more to fully let go.

“Please, Maksim,” I beg, unashamed. “Make me come. I need you to make me come.”

“There she is,” Maksim mutters seconds before he ticks off every fantasy I’ve ever had.

Hours after screwing me senseless, I lie with my head resting on Maksim’s chest and his semi-firm cock still inside me. The rhythm of his heart announces he is awake, let alone the quickest pause of his breathing when I murmur against his sweat-slicked skin, “Thank you for bringing my father here.”

We moan in sync when I inch back, and the slightest movement grinds my clit against the impressive arrow of his V muscle. “I don’t know how you did it, and I don’t want to know, but you need to know how much I appreciate what you did for him…” I breathe out slowly before adding, “And me. I needed that closure.”

I’m talking in riddles because I am emotionally drained, but Maksim appears to have no issues deciphering my gibberish.

“You’ll never get over what happened to your mother and sister, but with the right people around you, the blame will eventually shift to the people deserving of the guilt.”

Several long seconds of silence pass before I break it. “I testified against him.”

“Because you thought it would help him.” Maksim isn’t asking a question. He is stating a fact. “Your father’s lawyer just failed to cross-examine you how he promised when he convinced you to be a witness for the DA.”

When I stare at him in bewilderment, shocked he hit the nail on the head, he mutters, “You’re not the only one who can utilize Google.” He tightens his grip around my waist. “Just don’t tell Easton that. He needs his ego stroked as often as Ano does.”

“I heard that.”

Maksim’s lips curl before his eyes shoot to the door of our suite. “Good. That’s what you get for snooping.”

Ano’s chuckles trickle through the door. My disappointed groan replaces them when Maksim commences slipping out of me. “If you didn’t have somewhere you needed to be, my head would be buried back between your legs by now.”

He lowers his voice to a whisper. “And perhaps I’d be claiming your virginal hole.” He takes a moment to relish my blooming cheeks before nudging his eyes to the red dress someone at the hotel unpacked while we were at the rehearsal dinner.

It is a beautiful dress, but when my head is in a lust haze, nothing but my next climax is on my mind. “We could stay in.”

“We could,” Maksim agrees, the throbbing of his cock adding to the hope in his tone.

“But we won’t.” When I pout like a child, he twangs my lip before saying, “This wasn’t on the top of our list, but it is as important to you as every other item in the terms of our agreement.”

His expression takes on a serious note. “And Zoya was there for you when others weren’t. For that alone, I will forever be in her debt.”

I love Zoya with all my heart, but I can’t help but joke, “I wouldn’t let her know that. You’ll be broke by the end of the week.”

Determined to stand at my friend’s side as promised, I shimmy off the bed and head to the bathroom, uncaring that I am naked head to toe and being eyeballed by my husband like there aren’t multiple used condoms in the trash can of our suite.

The padding of my feet on the thick carpet pile almost drowns out Maksim’s murmured reply when the heat of his eyes finally reaches my ass.

“It’ll be worth every fucking penny.”