Entangled With She Wolf

Chapter 9 - I Want You

Natasha was tired of standing up to greet the invited guests, but her lips still showed a fake happy smile in front of the invited guests. Their wedding reception was lively at the Fridman family hotel, although wedding invitations were spread online because of the sudden wedding. In fact, it did not reduce the number of guests who came to the wedding reception of the young billionaire Dmitri Fridman.

"Are your legs sore?" Dmitri was apprehensive about the condition of Natasha's legs, but what could be done? It is impossible for the bride and groom to just disappear from the reception party, it must be very disrespectful, and it will be easy food for gossip seekers that will damage Dmitri's image.

"Yes, it is, but what can I do?" Natasha grimaced as she slowly moved her feet.

"I'll help massage your feet in the hotel room later." Dmitri smiled mischievously.

"No thanks." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Why are you wearing a dress like this? Aren't you cold? Your shoulders are left open, so the perverted male eyes see them." Dmitri is annoyed to see a dress that he thinks is too sexy for a wedding Party.

"How do I know? Everything is your mother's choice," Natasha replied, no less annoyed.

Small debates accompanied them to the end of the Party. The event closed with a dance party in the hotel ballroom, with the bride and groom as the main character became the public spotlight. They look very harmonious even though their age gap is quite unequal. But with his good looks, Dmitri can balance Natasha's looks, which are her make-up more mature than her age.

Dmitri held Natasha's waist possessively; he smiled happily because his plan worked without a hitch tying Natasha with the ropes of marriage forever. Natasha put her hand on Dmitri's shoulder and pretended to be happy. 'Perfect acting, Nasha.' Natasha thought.

"I didn't think, it turns out that you are also good at dancing my wife." praised Dmitri.

"You don't know my skills, my husband."

"Do you have more energy to fight me in bed tonight?" Dmitri smiled lewdly at Natasha.

"Uh." Dmitri moaned softly as Natasha pinched his shoulder in response to a perverted question he spoke at Natasha.

Tonight, the wedding reception party ended with the end of Mariah Carey's My All song, which is Dmitri's favorite song.

Dmitri couldn't wait to get to the top hotel room he had booked. He pulled Natasha's hand away from the party area and didn't care about the reporters who had been waiting hours to have a question and answer session with the bride and groom. In the end, the reporters could only hunt down as many pictures of the two as possible before disappearing into the hotel elevator.

"Dimi, slow down, my leg hurts." Natasha whined as Dmitri took her hand and walked in a rush.

"Oh, sorry." Dmitri immediately bowed before Natasha and carried her body like a sack of wheat.

"Aww… Dimi, what are you doing? It's embarrassing if the other people to see us like this." squeaked Natasha while hitting Dmitri on the shoulder.

"Why should we be ashamed? We're officially married, so we're free to do whatever we want now. And stop screaming; once you're in the hotel room, I'll make you scream with joy nonstop." hearing Dmitri's words full of lewdness, Natasha hit the man on the shoulder harder than ever.

Arriving at the hotel room, Dmitri lowered Natasha to the bed and helped her remove the high heels from her feet.

"I'll prepared warm water for you, soak for a while to reduce the aches in your body and legs."

Natasha still didn't move from her seat on the bed.

"Or do you want me to take off your clothes and give you a bath."

Natasha immediately got up, ran into the bathroom, and locked the door.

"A clean shower, dear Nasha." shouted Dmitri from behind the door. Dmitri waited for Natasha as he sat back on the bed, closing his eyes. His wild mind was already wandering all over the place. "Yes, soon." He mumbled softly as he smiled over and over again.

After almost an hour, Natasha finished her bath. Finally, she came out with a pounding heart and fear. Instantly her guts shrunk, remembering that Dmitri would soon be asking for his right to touch her.

"Are you finished?"

Natasha just nodded.

"Come here." Dmitri patted the bed for Natasha to sit beside him.

"Y-you didn't shower?" Natasha tried to buy time.

"No need; I'm afraid you'll run away while I'm in the shower. I don't stink anyways." groaned Dmitri.

"You slob." Natasha snorted sarcastically.

Impatiently holding back his urge, Dmitri pulled Natasha's body down onto the bed. He crushed his wife's slender body, and his lips began to bite Natasha's lips hard. But Natasha deliberately pursed her lips which infuriated Dmitri. Dmitri's hand slipped right under the bathrobe that Natasha was wearing. Luckily because Natasha was not wearing underwear, Dmitri quickly touched the sensitive spots on Natasha's body sensually to ignite her passion.

A sigh escaped Natasha's mouth. She gasped in surprise at her body's reaction. Natasha growled, holding back the sudden surge of desire that came out of control.

Dmitri started to lower his face, his lips moving down to kiss Natasha's neck and making a few kiss marks. After being satisfied with kissing Natasha's neck, Dmitri pulled the bathrobe knot to enjoy Natasha's smooth body that was already rolling. Dmitri smiled with satisfaction at having made Natasha turn on. Dmitri gazed lustfully at Natasha's innocent body. While enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him, suddenly Dmitri's body was pushed by Natasha until he fell off the bed. It turned out that Natasha's fortress was solid, where she could stem the desire that began to flare after the touch that Dmitri gave her.

"Hey, what are you doing." Dmitri looks very upset and angry.

"Sorry Dimi, I'm not ready yet."

Dmitri just kept silent, his annoyed aura starting to show. He then walked to the nightstand to get something. Again he pressed Natasha's body tightly, and he released the bathrobe that wrapped Natasha's body forcibly. Now Natasha's body was full naked without a single thread attached to her body. Dmitri then tied Natasha's hands up with the tie he had taken from the nightstand. Anger, annoyance at rejection, and passionate desire mingled together, blinding Dmitri to his sanity.

"What is this Dimi? Let go, let go of me!" Natasha tried to rebel because she felt uncomfortable with Dmitri's treatment.

"Don't fight, I don't want to be rude to you. Tonight is our beautiful night, I hope you will cooperate." Dmitri touched Natasha's red lips.

"How dare you!" Natasha hissed.

"You are my wife, I have rights over you."

"Bastard!"

Dmitri just smiled at the curse from Natasha's mouth and again covered Natasha's lips with a hot kiss in annoyance. Natasha could only growl in pain as Dmitri's lips were still holding her mouth.

"I want you, Nasha."