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  Love Interrupted

  Matilda Martel

  Copyright © 2020 by Matilda Martel

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Playlist

  Save Room- John Legend

  Take Me to Church- Hozier

  Since I Fell For You- Nina Simone

  Trouble- Coldplay

  Back to Black- Amy Winehouse

  Sunday Kind of Love- Etta James

  Shape of my Heart- Sting

  Contents

  1. Igor

  2. Charlotte

  3. Igor

  4. Igor

  5. Charlotte

  6. Charlotte

  7. Igor

  8. Charlotte

  9. Igor

  10. Igor

  11. Charlotte

  12. Igor

  13. Charlotte

  14. Epilogue- Three Years Later

  15. Epilogue-Six Years Later

  About the Author

  Also by Matilda Martel

  One

  Igor

  Four Years Ago

  “Anton, pull over on the next block and turn off the engine. It’s almost time.” He nods and signals right, weaving through cars before the light changes colors. Anton is the only one who knows my secret. He’s been my driver and bodyguard for two years and I take good care of him. We take care of each other. I trust him with my life.

  More importantly, I trust him with hers.

  I expect to catch hell for this. Uncle Ivan thinks I should marry someone from the neighborhood. Someone who knows the game and won’t keep me from climbing the ranks. A senator’s daughter brings too much attention. Too much trouble if things go south. And he’s not entirely wrong.

  There’s a reason I haven’t told her the whole truth. I’m an asshole, I know. This is a big thing to hide from the woman you love.

  From the woman you marry.

  At first, I told myself there was no need. Someone like her wouldn’t want someone like me. Not permanently. A girl who grows up on Park Avenue only comes out to play with a boy from Brighton to sow her oats. Maybe I could scratch a few itches before she settled down into a lifetime of boredom with a more suitable choice.

  But that was before I knew what kind of doll I had on my hands. Charlotte’s the real thing. The golden ticket.

  From the moment we first kissed, I knew she was different. We were different. Every day got better than the one before and she never once hesitated to give me every piece of her heart.

  When I knew she truly loved me, I should have come clean, but I couldn’t. So much more was at stake. That girl owns me. Every ounce. Body and soul. No matter the consequences, I can’t live without my doll. As shitty as it seems, I won’t do or say anything to jeopardize the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

  For now, there’s no need for her to know. I’m not all the way in. And maybe, I never will be.

  Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that, asshole.

  “Do you want me to go for a walk?” He smirks and I laugh under my breath. He never goes far. Every time I’m with my girl, he idles nearby, keeping an eye on the car, on me, on her, until I call him back.

  “No. Today, you’re taking us to City Hall.” I crack my knuckles and stare at the crowd turning the corner. Any minute now, I’ll see my girl’s beautiful face and in less than an hour we’ll be husband and wife.

  We shouldn’t be doing this in secret, but it feels right. I never thought I’d marry. With the kind of future my father and uncle planned for me, I never dreamed of having a normal life. Charlotte changed that. With her by my side, I can do anything. I can fly straight and make my mother proud. It was her idea to send me to law school, to keep me on the fringe of the family, working with them and not for them.

  That’s the way I want to keep it. For both our sakes. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep my doll safe. If I can manage it, then all of this isn’t a lie. It’s just an omission from a very desperate man.

  I know. I know. I should have told her.

  “Today?” Anton is understandably surprised. I told no one of my plans. He’s discreet but I didn’t want to place him in a position to lie. Only Charlotte and I know we’re eloping.

  “Yes, today. We decided last week and got our certificate yesterday. Yuri is covering for me. He doesn’t know why, but I think he suspects. You’re our only witness. After that, you can drop us off at The Plaza. We’ll be there for three days.” I check my watch and move to the edge of my seat. She didn’t want to draw suspicion by meeting me near her parents. Crowds are thicker in Midtown and no one she knows will be here on a Thursday afternoon.

  “I thought you planned to try again with her father.” He turns to face me. He’s right. I said I would, but Charlotte asked me to drop it. She’s plead our case for days but doesn’t think he’ll change his mind. The more she presses, the more she fears he’ll restrict her freedom.

  Arrogant ass tried to turn her against me, but she wouldn’t have it. She’s made her choice and it’s me.

  “Change of plans. The old man thinks too highly of himself to let his princess date someone with my name and pedigree. Or lack thereof. This gives him no choice.” I huff and check my watch again. She’s two minutes late and my heart can’t handle the suspense. I don’t know what I’ll do if she can’t get away, but it won’t be pretty.

  A text comes in and my heart flutters in my heavy chest.

  Charlotte: I just got off the subway. I’m coming, baby!

  She follows it with a heart and a kissy face emoji. I smile to myself and trail my finger across the screen.

  My girl loves me. She really loves me.

  Me: I’m here, doll. Ready and waiting.

  I can’t step out to greet her. As much as I want to let everyone in New York know Charlotte belongs to me, it’s too dangerous until we’re married. If we’re spotted together too soon, this might all blow to shit in my hands.

  Once we’re married. Once she’s legally mine and I’m legally hers, nothing can come between us ever again. I won’t allow it.

  A flash of dark hair and ruby red lips rounds the corner. Running as fast as she can in high-heel pumps, she looks like a dream in a short white dress carrying a large satchel on her back.

  We’re really doing this.

  “Anton. Help her, please. But be discreet.” He jumps out of the car and my pulse quickens as I watch him rush over, take her sack and head for the trunk.

  I swing my door open and welcome my gorgeous girl into my eager arms. “Come to Papa.”

  “Iggy! Baby!” She lands in my lap and seals her lips to mine. Lost in her kiss, her scent, and sweet embrace, I struggle to close the door just as Anton swerves into traffic.

  “You look beautiful, baby.” As my lovesick eyes take her in, roaming every angle and plane of her delicious body, my heart swells with pride. Charlotte Wentworth will soon be Mrs. Igor Ivanov. She could’ve had her pick of a long line of obscenely rich, pampered, probably inbred suitors begging for her hand in marriage. She could have been the queen of Park Avenue, but she chose me. A lawyer from Brooklyn.


  I’ll love her until I die.

  “You’re not so bad yourself. You look more scrumptious than that cake you promised to buy me. You didn’t forget it, did you?” She walks her tiny fingers up my chest and brings her forehead to mine.

  That’s my girl. Always thinking of food.

  “Of course, I didn’t forget. It’s waiting for us at The Plaza. I booked the Honeymoon Suite for the next three days and I’ve asked them to leave champagne chilling and a huge Do Not Disturb sign on the door.” I dig my fingers into her plump, luscious behind and growl into her ear. After six weeks of doing everything but the main attraction with the sexiest girl in New York, these blue balls will finally get some relief.

  She squeals and kisses my nose. “Are you still mad we waited, Iggy? Don’t you think it makes everything so much more special, now?” She bats her long dark lashes and pouts. I’m a sucker for her pouts. That’s what first reeled me in. She was just a frustrated girl on the subway when we first locked eyes and exchanged a smile.

  I chuckle and pull her tightly into my arms. “I was never mad, my love. Horny? Yes. Frustrated? Yes. But never mad. I’m glad we waited. You were worth every tortured minute of sexual deprivation. But God help you tonight, little girl.” I snarl and nuzzle my face into her neck.

  “Igor, I can’t wait. You’ve been so good and patient. I promise I’ll make it up to you, tonight.” She takes my hand and leads it under her dress. My hand molds to her naked flesh and my stiff cock throbs against my leg.

  “Where the shit are your panties?” I pinch her behind.

  She giggles. “It’s a thong, Mr. Ivanov. I bought it for tonight.”

  The goofy smile plastered on my lips since she jumped in my car turns wicked. “I’ve got a few surprises for you, too, Mrs. Ivanov.”

  She covers my mouth. “Not yet, baby. Don’t jinx us.”

  “Sweetheart, we’re here. We’re getting married.” I point her attention to the enormous building across the street.

  “Grab your purse. Let’s do this.” I kiss her hand and push open the door.

  With Anton following close behind, I wrap my arm around her waist and lead her across the street in a sprint against time. City Hall is dangerous territory. Some sycophantic politician could easily spot us and rat us out. Some will do anything to cozy up to Senator Wentworth.

  Shielding our faces with our hands, we creep up the stairs and into the marriage bureau. My soaring heart wants to fly right out of my suit. From the moment I laid eyes on my beautiful doll, I knew our paths were meant to converge. I knew she and I were meant to be together forever. And our forever begins now. With ten minutes to spare, the judge arrives and an attendant escorts us into the room.

  “I’m sorry we couldn’t have a real wedding, baby.” I whisper as we move to the head of the line and present our certificate.

  Clinging tightly to my arm, she kisses my bicep, smooths out my jacket sleeve and stares up at me with green eyes that never fail to take my breath away. “We will one day. I know we will. For now, all that matters is we’re together. I’d rather have the perfect man than a perfect wedding.”

  “I love you, Charlotte. Thank you for being here. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for marrying me.” I bring her hand to my lips.

  A quiet squeak falls from her quivering, pouty lips. “I love you so much, Iggy. I’m going to make you so happy. Just wait and see. You’ll never stop smiling.”

  Two

  Charlotte

  Four years Ago

  “Charlotte Ivanov, you’ve got two more minutes before I kick down this door and haul your beautiful ass out here.” Igor impatiently taps on the bathroom door and threatens me with a good time.

  I know I made him wait, but this is my wedding night. And this is the first time he’ll see me prancing about in all my naked glory. I want it to be special. I want to look perfect. Not just perfect. Hot.

  “I promise I’m almost done. You won’t be sorry, baby!” I brush my hair, spritz on his favorite perfume and check out my behind in the full-length mirror. I’m so glad I joined that squats challenge last month. It did wonders for my ass. Iggy says his appreciation for my ample assets is a Russian thing, but that’s just silly. This baby’s been ogled by men from all walks of life.

  I swing open the door, flip my hair and lean into the frame. “Hello, Mr. Ivanov… I’m ready.”

  “Mrs. Ivanov....” He licks his lips but fails to speak. This feels like a good sign.

  “Are you ready for me?” I step forward and drop the transparent robe that is nothing more than a useless sliver of expensive material.

  Hands reach out. I’m airborne then, face down over Igor’s massive shoulder. “I’ve had enough stalling, my love. You look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous.” He slaps my behind and then tosses me onto the bed.

  “Baby! I worked so hard on my sexy moves.” I reach for a pillow to hide my nudity, now on full display, but he yanks it out of my hands and shoves it under my behind.

  “Everything you do is sexy. You are the epitome of sex. The most beautiful goddess that ever walked this earth and I will be your humble slave for as long as my heart beats and I have breath in my lungs.” He drops his boxers and crawls into bed.

  As he draws nearer, my heart skips a beat and my adoring eyes drink him in. He’s incredible. Awe-inspiring. My virgin eyes feast on his magnificence and the formidable cock jutting out between us. The man is a god. Cuts, ripples, sharp angles of lean, corded muscle cover all 6’5 inches of him. His tousled auburn hair and trim beard shine even brighter against his pale skin. And as always, the look of love in his soft blue eyes melts my heart.

  This is my husband and tonight we make love for the first time.

  “Are you crying, baby?” He drapes his long body over mine.

  I shake my head. “No, not really. It’s just a lot. Leaving home. The wedding.... and you know… you’re huge.”

  He laughs and cups my breasts, caressing my smooth skin until every nerve tingles with excitement. My taut nipples grow harder. My skin turns to gooseflesh in his hands. I’m desperate for him. Desperate to be conquered and claimed by this Russian god of sex. “You knew that already. This isn’t the first time you’re seeing me.”

  I shake my head. “But last time it was dark and close up. I hadn’t seen you standing.” I correct him and run my hands down his muscled back. I can’t believe he’s mine. This beautiful man loves me.

  “Char... fuck, baby, I need you.” His hands grasp mine and pull them over my head. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that.”

  Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m a baby. I know it. He knows it. There’s no use denying it now. “Igor, I love you. Please make love to me.”

  “With pleasure.” He smiles, brings his lips to mine and we ignite into fiery flames of passion. His hands hold my face as our mouth crash in a desperate fight to steal each other’s souls. I don’t know this Igor. He’s savage and untamed but his hunger matches mine. Every kiss feeds my need to be claimed by this gorgeous man. He can’t take enough. I can’t give enough. We devour each other like uncaged wild animals feasting until there’s nothing left but bones.

  He moves lower and swirls his tongue around a painfully tight nipple. His warm mouth inhales my flesh, suckling and tugging as I shudder violently, flailing in fits of unknown pleasure, whimpering for more.

  “These are mine, malishka. All fucking mine.” He growls against my skin and the vibration of his deep timbre turns me into a puddle of lust. I love it when he’s possessive. I love it when he calls me his baby girl. And goddamn I love it when he speaks to me in Russian.

  As he hovers over me, his eyes lock with mine and my wanton desire rages. The feel of his enormous cock dangling between my thighs makes me claw at him, arching my back and lifting my hips to encourage my imminent destruction. I’ve never been a masochist, but this is a pain I’ll gladly endure.

  His mouth travels down to my abdomen, licking, biting, torturing me with his li
ps. I can’t bear it. “This is mine.” He whispers and his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine.

  I nod and whimper. “Please, Iggy. This is cruel.”

  He chuckles. “Baby, you made me wait six weeks. You can wait five more minutes.”

  “But...” He moves lower, spreads my legs and my voice chokes in my throat.

  “But nothing. You’re so wet and ready for me. This is the way I always want you.” His sultry tenor calls me to watch. His hands grip my thighs possessively and make me yelp with excitement. He’s done this before but now we have more room, more time and now we know it’s leading to more.

  “And you better believe, this is mine.” He cups my pussy and slides two fingers inside me. I gasp and nod, desperate for him to begin. “Unless he’s a doctor, no other man will ever touch what’s mine.”

  “Iggy!” I reach for his hair but miss. He’s done talking. Without another word, he spreads my legs, hooks a thigh over his shoulder and dives into my dripping pussy. I scream into my hand as pleasure strikes and paralyzes me all at once. My mind spins with passion as my ragged breath falters. My hands reach for the sheets to hold on as he mercilessly plunges into my pussy and suckles on my swollen bud. He consumes me. Gorging on my arousal as his mouth sends me into another world. Every lick, every stroke and stab of his ruthless tongue makes my heart jump harder and faster.

  “Iggy, don’t stop. I’m so close.” I thrash in his arms, shrieking in a fit of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over me and drown me in a pool of bliss.

  “You know what’s next, doll. There’s no going back.” He lifts my ass and buries his face deep, suckling and stabbing, grazing his teeth on my swollen lips and petting my clit until I scream and beg him to silence the ache threatening to swallow me whole.