The Unspoken Vow

Chapter Thirteen

Nyah

I woke up hours later with Ivan behind me, holding me to his chest. When I looked out the window, it was already dark outside and I was starving.
I moved to get up but his hold tightened on me. "Ivan," I said, trying to move his hand off me.
He grunted, pulling me closer, burying his head in my neck. "Where are you going?" He asked, his voice husky with sleep, sending a dull throb down there.
"I'm hungry," I said, rubbing his arm.
He kissed my shoulder then let go. "Get ready then, we'll go to a restaurant," he said, getting out of bed, his shirt still off and his back muscles rippling as he walked out of the bedroom.
With slightly shaky legs, I went to the bathroom, showered and changed into a wine red chiffon dress, the sleeves cascading down my arms like fairy wings. It was really difficult to stay mad at Eliana for packing me such nice clothes. And the underwear? I don't think she packed me anything that wasn't lace.
I walked out of the bathroom, feeling good in my outfit and found Ivan on the best, looking at his phone with his brows furrowed. When he noticed me approaching, he looked up and smiled.
"Is this okay?" I asked, looking down at what I was wearing.
"You look beautiful, love," he said, getting up.
"Thank you," I grinned, and kissed him on the cheek. "So where to, Mr. Volkov?" I asked, taking his hand.
"Somewhere you'll like, Mrs. Volkov," he answered, kissing the back of my hand.
I was Mrs. Volkov now. The thought made my smile grow wider and warmth blossomed in my chest. I was beginning to really like him and not just because he gave me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life.
We went out of the house, hand in hand and drove to a restaurant not far off the beach. When we got there, we were greeted by a waiter who led us to a private room.
Ivan pulled the chair out for me and before he could sit down, a shrill voice called out his name and I saw his jaw clenched in annoyance, his eyes full of anger.
I looked outside the door to find a thin woman with bright red hair, walking towards the room with a bounce in her step as if she was going to start sprinting. Who in the hell walked like that?
There was a man behind, walking after her like a dog.
"Darling, it's been so long, how have you been?" She asked, taking him by the arms and pressing a loud smack of a kiss to his lips.
My heart clenched at the sight, was that jealousy? Ivan pushed her away but she didn't look at all fazed, her gaze turning to me. "Oh hello, and who might this be?" She asked, turning back to Ivan.
"My wife," he answered through gritted teeth. "Now get the fuck out," he said, grabbing her by the arms and ushering her out.
"Oh I'm sorry darling, I didn't know you got married, awkward isn't it? Me, your ex, meeting your wife," she let out a laugh.
"Fuck off, Willow, and take your dog with you, I have no time for your shit and you have no fucking right to be touching me like that," he grumbled, letting go of her arm roughly.
I've never seen Ivan that angry before.
"Who are you calling a dog?" The man asked, turning a bright shade of red. "You call that your wife? Judging from the woman you call an ex, you seriously down grad-"
Before the man could finish his sentence, Ivan's fist connected with his face, a resounding crack caused the son of a bitch to fall down.
I gasped standing up, and not knowing what to do.
Ivan grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him up. "Say one more disrespectful thing about my wife and I'm going to fucking burn you alive," he glowered, shoving the man back down, his head hitting the floor.
Ivan straightened, fixing his suit jacket, walked back into the room and closed the door.
He looked at me, his eyes moving over my body and took a deep breath, his eyes closed.
"Are you alright?" He asked, opening his eyes again and moving closer to me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms.
"I'm okay," I said, looking up at him.
"You're not afraid?" He asked, the expression of anger on his face turning into concern. I relaxed, smiling at him. After all the kindness he's shown me, did he really think I was afraid of him?
"Of you? No, no, I'm not afraid," I answered, bringing my hands to cup his face.
His shoulders slumped, his forehead hitting mine. "You're killing me," he whispered.
I kissed him softly, then looked past him at the closed door.
"It's chaos out there, Ivan, we could lock the door?" I said, unbuttoning his suit jacket. His jaw clenched again, his eyes growing dark.
"I'm not gonna take you on a fucking table the first time, Nyah, I need you in a bed,"
"Ok," I managed to utter. My skin tingled when he grabbed my hand and led me out of the room and past the waitstaff tending to the newly injured man.
"I'm suing! I'm suing this damn restaurant if you don't get that damn savage arrested!" He yelled after us. His cheek was red, beginning to swell and his clothes were rumpled, no longer prim and proper.
This floor, I figured, was the VIP, meaning everyone in here knew who Ivan was and were smart enough to mind their own business and continue on with what they were doing before everything had happened.
"Sir, he owns the restaurant," the waitress sighed. "There's not much you can do, please sit back down," she told him.
I gaped at Ivan. "The restaurant is yours?" I asked.
"Yes,"
"And you never told me?"
He shrugged. "If I told you about every company or building I owned, we'd spend an entire day boring you to death, I don't like wasting time." He said, intertwining his hand with mine and bringing it to his lips. "We better find you somewhere to eat first, you said you were hungry?"
"But what about-"
"I want to spend my time on you, Nyah, I want you to eat first because I don't want you passing out on me again," he said, as we walked to the car.
If only he knew how badly I wanted him right this moment, I don't think we'd be waiting much longer.
"Can we just get something to eat over there? I see a shawarma stand, look," I said, pointing at a vendor, chopping up meat.
"You want to eat street food?" He asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Nothing, I just thought you were a fancy restaurant kind of woman,"
"Are you implying that I'm a snobby little spoiled brat?" I asked, teasingly.
"No, just high maintenance," he shrugged, looking down at me, eyes twinkling.
I hit his arm playfully, feigning a gasp. "Rude," I said.
He laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. God, it sounded so damn good. "I don't mind high maintenance," he said, pulling me closer to him. "So long as it's all mine," he added.
I leaned my head on his arm as we walked. I was all for him. I had no choice in that, but the thing was, I didn't mind it. I wanted to be his and him mine. Could it really be?
He took a deep breath and sighed. "So, you're really okay with shawarma?"
"When I'm hungry, I'm okay with anything that's edible. Restaurant or not, I just want to eat,"
He smiled down at me and kissed my neck. "Let's get your shawarma, then."

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When we finished eating, he drove back to the house at top speed, making my heart race in anticipation.
We got out of the car and his hands were already all over me.
"I want to wash up, can you wait for me in the bedroom?" I asked, pulling away slightly.
"Ok," he said, though I could see it cost him. I really didn't want to wait any longer, and I could tell he didn't want that either but I really didn't want to smell like garlic sauce when he fucked me for the first time.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took my dress off, revealing the lingerie underneath, and sprayed on some perfume, looked at myself in the mirror one last time and stepped out.
Ivan was waiting for me on the bed, his suit jacket gone, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his tie loose around his neck. The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight through the drawn curtains. He looked up, his pupils dilating as he took in my body.
"Fucking hell, Nyah, come here," he groaned, holding out his hand for me.
I took it and straddled his lap, kissing him, I have never in my life been this needy for anyone. But fuck, he just made everything feel so damn good.
His hands moved all over my body, settling them on my ass, squeezing, pulling my body towards him.
I was breathless by the time he pulled away and before I could kiss him again, he flipped me around, making me sit on his lap, my back hitting his chest.
He kissed the skin where my shoulder met my neck, his hand trailing down my stomach, his fingers lingering on the waistband of my panties.
"This is what's gonna happen, Nyah," he said, his voice low and husky, his fingers moving into my underwear finding my wet heat.
I moaned when his fingers parted my flesh, moving in slow circles. "I'm going to fuck you on this bed until you're begging me to make you come, do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip when his fingers entered me, thrusting them in and out, I moved my hips, riding them. "And when you come, that pretty mouth of yours is gonna scream my name," he said, kissing my neck, pulling his fingers completely out. I whispered in protest but he lifted me up, making me lie down on the bed, my head hitting pillows, he took off his clothes, his eyes intently on me and when he was completely naked, he took a condom out of one of the drawers and sheathed himself in, his length sending a shiver down my spine.
"Ivan," I was already breathless and he didn't even enter me yet.
"You can take it, love,"
Fucking hell if I couldn't. He was huge.
He dragged my panties down my legs then unclasped my bra, taking one breast into his mouth and the other in his hand, palming it.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Nyah," he whispered, licking my nipple. He kissed my neck, then went down, his head between my legs. He licked my clit then sucked on it hard, making my back arch and a moan slip out my mouth.
It felt so good, so fucking right when his skin touched mine.
"So sweet," he said, nibbling on the sensitive skin, my nerve endings ignited at the feeling and I felt my orgasm near.
He put my legs over his shoulders and moved up, kissing me. "If you need me to stop, just say that and I'll stop," he said.
I couldn't do anything but nod. I needed him now.
Slowly, he thrust himself into me, stretching me out, a low groan leaving his throat, the grip he had on my hips tightening.
"Oh my god," I breathed, my hands clenching his shoulder. He was so big.
He pulled out slowly then thrust himself again, hitting my sweet spot effortlessly, making me whisper his name.
He gained momentum, his hand grabbing the headboard behind me, the other squeezing my thigh, and his lips swallowing my cries. He kept fucking me, hard and fast, the pressure deep in my belly building with each of his thrusts.
"Ivan, I'm close," I whimpered, grabbing onto the sheets.
He fucked me harder, my moans leaving me more rapidly, my orgasm blossoming from deep within me, waves of pleasure washing over me. I screamed his name, but he kept going, kissing me everywhere until he slowed then stopped, groaning against my neck.
"Fuck, Nyah, fuck," he muttered, pulling out slowly but making me flinch nonetheless. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my eyes. "Did it hurt too much?" He asked, moving hair out of my face, and wiping the slight tears away from my eyes.
I shook my head and kissed his hand. "No, it was perfect," I smiled.
I wasn't going to lie to myself, I thought that marriage with him was going to be terrifying but here I was, feeling the most cared for I've ever felt my entire life. I thought that life with Ivan would be one with no happiness but God, he proved me so wrong. I was happy, so damn happy it hurt.