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“Lyubimaya,” he murmurs against my throat as he kisses his way down to the collar of my shirt.
My heart squeezes. My love. He called me his love, and the tenderness in his voice undoes me completely. I’m absolutely crazy about this man, head over heels in love with him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and though we haven’t even broached the subject of marriage, I already know he’s the only one I could ever want.
Gathering his shirt in my hands, I pull it up over his shoulders. Mishka shrugs out of the fabric willingly, revealing his rippling muscles and colorful tattoos. Then he’s guiding my jacket over my shoulders, stripping me carefully, one layer at a time, so as not to disrupt the bandages around my wrists.
Our pace is eager, and at the same time, I want to savor every second.
Mishka’s lips collide with mine as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, and then I’m naked from the waist up. The warmth of his skin as he palms my breasts sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
Goosebumps erupt across my flesh, and when he dips down to capture my tender nipple in his mouth, I whimper. They’ve only grown more sensitive as the weeks have passed, but every time Mishka touches them, he soothes the ache, leaving behind only scintillating relief.
One of his large hands slides between us, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper. Then his fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties. I gasp as he brushes across my clit, releasing fireworks of excitement in my belly.
Then a carnal groan rumbles from his chest as his fingers stroke between my slick folds. “You’re already so wet,” he rasps, releasing my nipple to meet my eyes.
“Yeah, well, watching you grovel was pretty darn hot. And hearing you say you want to have a family with me?”
A wolfish grin stretches across his lips, and Mishka presses two fingers inside my depths, his palm cupping my clit at the same time. My words fade into a whimper at the pleasure that pulses through my core, releasing another wave of arousal.
“The thought of making a family with me turns you on, zlyuchka?” he asks playfully.
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, my lips pressing together as he starts to finger me more urgently.
A rumble of satisfaction vibrates through his chest, and his lips find mine, his tongue stroking into my mouth as I tangle my fingers in his dark locks.
“I’ll put as many babies inside you as you want,” he murmurs, somehow making the promise sound tantalizingly adventurous. Then he releases an agonized groan.
“What?” I breathe.
“I just realized this means I don’t need to use a condom,” he growls.
My walls spasm deliciously around his fingers in response.
“You like the sound of that?” he teases, his pace increasing as his thumb starts to circle my clit.
“Yeah,” I moan.
“You ready to come for me, lyubimaya?”
Dear God, am I ready. I feel as though I might just implode if he doesn’t let me. “Yes!” I cry, panting with the tension building inside me.
Mishka’s shoulder flexes, the powerful muscles of his arms rippling as he finger fucks me into oblivion. Crying out, I let my head fall back as waves of pleasure crash through me. Body pulsing, I twitch and jerk, lost in the euphoria he brings.
When my pussy finally stops throbbing, Mishka slowly withdraws his fingers.
And puts them in his mouth to taste me.
24
MISHKA
Fire ignites in Alina’s eyes as I suck her mouthwatering juices from my fingers. Her lips part, her warm breath washing across my face as her eyes dilate with arousal.
“How are you this sexy?” she murmurs, wonder lacing her breathy voice.
And when she rolls on top of me a second later, I throb with anticipation to be inside her—no condom, no fear of doing something that might ruin her future or what we have together.
Ironically, it would seem I did that right from the starting block. I should have been more careful. I should have stuck to my guns and refused to have sex with her because I knew it was risky. But I don’t know any man with the kind of strength to withstand the allure of Alina Sakharov. Not when she uses the full force of her seductive powers. Just thinking about the way she straddled me that night—just like she’s straddling me now—makes me throb and harden further.
