A grin breaks across his face as he shakes his head. “I’m stating facts. You look stunning.” His hand extends toward me, an invitation to step off the platform. “But fine, I’ll stop inflating your already massive ego. Come down before you float away.”
I accept his hand, stepping down carefully to avoid tripping over the long hem.
“We’ll take it,” Alexei says, never once looking away from me. “And whatever else catches her eye.”
The seamstress claps her hands together. “Perfect choice. Now, we’ll need to make a few adjustments to ensure the fit is absolutely flawless. Give me about two hours?” She’s already pulling out her measuring tape and pins to begin the tailoring. Two hours. I look at Alexei, but he just shrugs like time is an infinite resource he’s happy to spend on me.
“We’ll return in two hours,” Alexei says smoothly, checking his watch. “Make sure it’s perfect.” And then, he turns to me. “Let’s go. There’s plenty nearby to keep us busy.”
Outside, the cold hits immediately, but Alexei’s already walking toward the next shop.
After visiting half a dozen shops, he is practically buried in our purchases. There are shopping bags from every designer imaginable and boxes stacked precariously in his arms. His guards are positioned strategically at the entrances, exits, and corners, turning a simple shopping trip into a full-scale military operation. I’m trying my best to stay calm and act like having armed men shadow my every move is perfectly fine.
We end up in a quiet, upscale lingerie boutique tucked between the designer stores. The saleswoman greets us politely, gesturing to the displays with a professional smile.
He picks out several pieces and hands me a hanger with a wicked little smile. “Try this one first.”
It’s a delicate emerald green lace set… and the panties are completely crotchless.
My pulse kicks up as I step into the large fitting room. The heavy curtain has barely fallen shut when Alexei slips inside behind me, filling the small space with his presence.
“You know,” I say, turning to face him with my hands on my hips, “normal boyfriends wait outside.”
“I don’t consider myself your boyfriend, beautiful, I’m your husband.” He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like a predator. “Now put it on. Slowly.”
I turn to face the full-length mirror and slowly peel off my dress, watching his reflection the entire time. His eyes track every inch of exposed skin, darkening when I’m finally standing in just my bra and panties.
“Those too,” he says, nodding at my underwear.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband and slide them down, kicking them aside. The cool air hits my bare pussy and I watch goosebumps rise along my thighs in the mirror.
“Christ,” he mutters under his breath.
I take my time with the emerald green bra, fastening each hook while he watches. The lace sits perfectly against my skin, barely covering my nipples. Then I step into the crotchless panties, letting the delicate straps settle high on my hips. The open crotch leaves my pussy completely exposed, framed by the intricate lace.
“What do you think?” I ask innocently, smoothing my hands over the fabric.
“I think we’re never leaving this fucking store.”
I meet his eyes in the mirror and deliberately run two fingers down my stomach, teasing along the edge of the lace before slipping them between my folds. I’m already wet. I circle my clit slowly, letting out a soft, breathy moan just to fuck with him.
Alexei’s jaw tightens. His hands flex at his sides like he’s physically restraining himself.
“Zoya…” His voice is low, warning.
“Hmm?” I tilt my head, all fake innocence, and push two fingers inside myself. I pump slowly, watching him unravel in the mirror. “Just making sure it fits properly.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Am I?” I add a third finger, spreading myself wider, letting him see everything. “Maybe you should come check the fit yourself, Pakhan.”
He’s across the small space in two strides, chest pressed against my back, hard and hot. One big hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the next moan that tries to escape.
“You want everyone in this boutique to hear you?” he growls against my ear, his other hand sliding down to replace my fingers. He circles my clit with rough, practiced strokes. “You want them to know the Pakhan’s girl is getting herself off in a fitting room?”
I nod against his palm, whimpering.
“Dirty girl.” He bites down on my earlobe. “But you’re not coming yet. Not until I say so.”