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Oh, god. He was right. He does fit better than my fingers ever could. I cry out as my orgasm crests hard and washes over me like a tidal wave.
True to his word, the moment I tip over the edge, Mikhail’s mouth is on mine, swallowing my scream as I writhe on the bench beneath him. He doesn’t stop plunging inside me as I come—he drags out my pleasure one wicked finger curl at a time.
Only when I’m a whimpering mess does he relent, pulling his fingers from my sticky center.
His tongue swipes against my lips as he continues kissing me, molding our mouths together like he’s content to stay there forever. His hand travels up my curves, trailing my sticky desire across my skin and marking me with it.
My body trembles as I wrestle with what just happened. I let another man touch me—and I liked it. There’s no telling how Andrei will react. Will he kill Mikhail for touching me, or will he kill me for enjoying it?
Only once Mikhail is satisfied does he let me go, breaking the kiss with a satisfied hum. He brushes a lock of hair from my face and stares into my eyes like he’s trying to capture my soul.
My heart skips a beat when he smiles, his expression softening as he gazes down at me.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing me again. “You come so well for me. It’s a shame we didn’t have an audience.”
Boneless, I watch as he detangles our limbs and stands. Silver moonlight streaks through the window, outlining his dick print with excruciating detail. He squeezes his package with a groan. “I’m gonna come so hard thinking about you, malyshka.” He cups my jaw and swipes his thumb against my bottom lip. “It’s a shame you won’t get to wrap those pretty lips around me.”
I couldn’t agree more.
He grins down at me when I bite my lip. “Hold on, stay still.” Picking up his cell phone, he quickly snaps a picture before I realize what he’s doing. “That’ll be my new wallpaper. Maybe I’ll send it to the guys so we can share.”
My cheeks burn as I sit up. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, there’s a lot of things I’d do to you, Valentina. Sending a picture of your creamy pussy and tits out is just the beginning.” He winks. “Be a good girl, now, and go to bed. It’s past your bed time.”
I listen to the click of his shoes as he exits the library. It takes a long time for my breathing to return to normal, but my heart rate stays elevated long after he’s gone.
Someone could have heard us. Someone likely did.
I sit up, biting my lip as I rub numbness from my pretzeled limbs. In truth, someone hearing us isn’t what troubles me.
The fact that I want someone to have heard us, does.
Chapter 11
Andrei
A light ping on my cell phone catches my attention. Not that there was much keeping it to begin with; ever since Valentina arrived, she’s all I can think about. To make matters worse, she’s taken to roaming the house and speaking with anyone and everyone within reach—meaning that not only am I thinking about her constantly, but I’m getting visual and audible reminders of her existence consistently throughout each day.
Not only is she haunting my daylight hours, but she’s haunting my midnight ones, too.
That part isn’t new. I’ve been having nightmares about Valentina ever since the day she left me standing alone at the altar. But the dreams have taken on new life, morphing into sexually charged fantasies that pump desire through my veins all hours of the night.
I’ve awoken with a swollen cock, aching to fuck my bride’s brains out, more times than I can count.
Tonight is no different. I’m not even sure I’ve slept at all. She won’t get out of my head.
The wedding planning doesn’t help, either. My imagination runs wild, conjuring up images of her in lacy white thongs and a matching veil, with nothing else keeping her modest.
The elastic waistbands in my pants will be worn out by the time our wedding comes around. They’ve been fighting to keep my cock under control nearly all damned day this week.
With a groan, I roll onto my side and ignore the monster between my legs to reach for my phone.
The moment I open the group chat between Mikhail, Ezra, and I, a curse flies past my lips and a jet of cum soils my sheets.
Someone’s sent a sexy-as-fuck picture of my wife.
Valentina’s fuck me eyes are on full display, but so are her gorgeous tits. My gaze drifts lower, and a growl catches in my throat at what I find.
