The penthouse was quiet when I slipped back in.
I locked the bedroom door, stripped out of the ruined dress and the stolen shirt, and stood under the shower until the water ran clear. My cunt was sore. Every shift of my thighs reminded me of the thick stretch, the way he had f****d me through two orgasms, the heat of him still leaking out of me no matter how long I stood there. I dried off, put on a modest cream dress, and fixed my hair until the girl in the mirror looked like the same careful bride who had left hours ago.
Alexei came home just after dawn. He pulled me into a hug that smelled like someone else’s perfume and said the docks had kept him longer than expected. I smiled, nodded, and let him kiss my forehead. He told me to pack. We were flying back that afternoon. The wedding
