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I moan when I feel his cock, rock hard, against my ass. He adjusts our angle so that he can glide against my pussy, the tip of him pushing in just enough to tease before it continues the smooth glide between my lips.
Never inside, but only just.
Andrei takes my hand and guides it between our bodies, making me feel each thrust of his cock as he teases my entrance.
His voice is rough from sleep, the Russian accent strong with the morning light. “Feel what you do to me, zhena.”
Slowly, he draws out my orgasm with deft fingers and sexy-as-hell Russian rumbling in my ear. I reach behind me and snag his hair, pulling him against my lips for a perfect good morning kiss. Arching my back with a fierce tug on my hips, he drives into my heat and fucks me raw, groaning and panting in my ear.
The second time I come, he joins me, driving his cock deep, making me feel each hot pulse of his cum against my walls.
We kiss and caress each other until the sun’s well over the horizon, the pinks and yellows in the sky quickly shifting to a clear blue. “I love you,” Andrei murmurs against my lips, sighing as he pulls away. “Unfortunately, there’s much to do today. Otherwise, I’d happily spend the day with you in bed.” He slips from the sheets, and I get a full view of his body as he walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Tattoos curve around his corded thighs and up his spine, each one clear iconography that somehow merges into a flowing piece of art. I haven’t the faintest idea what any of the symbols mean, and I wonder if Ezra and Mikhail have some of the same ones inked on their skin.
I take the brief moment alone to run a hand down my face and take stock of my body. Bite marks and bruises paint me like a canvas, the half-moon pricks of blood over my hips completing the picture.
I look like a train wreck. A well-fucked train wreck.
If someone has any doubt about who I belong to now, that person is willfully ignorant.
As I admire the dark markings and stretch lazily in bed, happiness fills my chest. I’m finally Andrei’s. If not in name, then at least in every way that matters.
The wedding is in three days.
I draw a breath and twist the ring on my finger. Being a pakhan’s wife means certain things will be expected of me. Parties. Social dinners. Volunteer work. I’ve trained for the role my entire life, taking etiquette classes and refining my speech and posture, all under the watchful eye of the Baranova matrons and my father, when he thought to oversee my training himself.
Sitting on a golden throne with a smile plastered on my face doesn’t feel right, though, not with what Andrei has been telling me over the past few days. If I really have power as his queen, shouldn’t I be making decisions for the family? The entire family—not just Andrei and me, but the Bratva itself.
I think of Celia and all the other unknown faces within our ranks. They may not be on the front lines, but they’re part of our organization by name, at the very least. They’ll need protection if anyone tries to stir trouble. The orphans, too. All those poor children stuck in that old house.
I picture Andrei and Ezra as young boys, each one groomed for a life of violence and politics.
Is that the future that awaits all those children?
Are they the backbone of the Bratva?
The shower cuts off and Andrei reappears, blanketed in steam. A black towel hangs low on his hips as he rummages in a dresser for something to wear. “You’re welcome to the shower and anything in my closet.” He flicks his gaze up at me as he drops the towel and saunters over, capturing my lips in a kiss the moment he’s close enough. He hums in the back of his throat, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Of course, if you want to stay here all day and come all over my sheets, I won’t mind.”
My cheeks flush as he kisses me again.
“There’s a bath, too, if you need to soak. I can have someone send up painkillers for you.”
My heart flips in my chest at his kind consideration. “I’ll be alright. Does it look bad?” I lift my arms to check the marks one more time. They look more painful than they are.
Andrei grins. “You look radiant, darling.”
His cock starts to swell before my eyes, and I quickly slide away from him. “Oh no, I’m not ready for more. Please put that thing away.”
He laughs as he obliges and hides the weapon between his legs behind boxers and black slacks. “If you want to avoid getting fucked by Ezra and Mikhail today, you might want to hide in here. The moment they smell sex on you, they’ll be rabid.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.
“Are you sure you’re okay sharing?” I ask, biting the inside of my cheek. “You seem very...possessive.”
His eyes flash silver as he buttons a white dress shirt over his chest. “They’re the exception, not the rule. I like seeing you with them. It makes you happy.” Licking his lips, he gives me a sinful smirk. “And you’ll look ravishing with two cocks in your hands while I fuck you into the mattress.” His eyes glaze over as he starts imagining dirty fucking fantasies, and I try to ignore the sudden throbbing ache between my thighs.
“Well. Thank you. They do make me happy.”
