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“Christ, I love this pussy of yours, Maya. Always sweet, and pretty, and ready.”

She shivered and sucked in another ragged breath when his tongue flattened against the entrance of her cunt. She didn’t have to wait very long for him to give her exactly what she wanted. Two of his fingers buried deep in her pussy, and his tongue on her clit. A direct shock to her G-spot, and a constant beat against her clit to make her shake.

Even though the noise of her own bliss, she could hear the sounds he made. The hums and his grunts. Appreciative and pleased, every single time she clenched or jerked for him. She was nothing more than an instrument for him to play, and he knew it so well. He knew this song like the back of his hand, and soon, the crescendo would come to leave her breathless, trembling, and wanting so much more.

“Please, please, please …”

The chant left her lips fast and slurred. High, and entirely airless.

And when the control she had been holding onto slowly slipped away, nothing had ever felt better. Pleasure raged through her body, and like the ocean with an uncontrollable tide, she was happy to let it drown her.

Maya hadn’t even finished coming down from that high before Kolya was standing and leaning over her again. His mouth found hers as he shuffled his pants down. Before she knew it, he was exactly where she wanted him.

Hard, thick, and heavy between her thighs. Stretching her open and filling her full in a way only he could. His teeth cut into her bottom lip the second he was seated deep in her cunt. She was so slick and shaking again. Her gaze locked on his as his lips drifted over hers, and down her chin.

That first thrust was bliss.

The second, heaven.

“Get those fucking legs of yours around me,” he demanded.

She did and held him close. It was better when he was closer, anyway. So fucking deep, and keeping her nerves snapping like live wires.

“What do you want, yeah?” he asked, another hard thrust punctuating his words.

He knew.

He always knew.

“For you to fuck me,” Maya breathed.

His hand splayed out at her back, while another yanked her dress down to show off a bare chest—some dresses just looked better with nothing underneath.

“And love me,” she added.

“No one else ever will.”

Not like he did.

19.

KOLYA STARED up at the white ceiling of an unfamiliar bedroom. Wide awake, despite the fact it was closer to three in the morning than he was comfortable with admitting. His body wasn’t even tired, let alone his mind. How could he be tired when all he could do was wait for the other shoe to finally drop? When his father finally decided to act against him like he promised to?

He wasn’t an easily frightened man.

He was getting tired of waiting.

Tipping his head to the side, Kolya found the sight that helped to make everything better. Maya slept peacefully in a new bed—one she picked for their bedroom because the headboard was a cushioned white leather that reminded her of clouds.

Fucking clouds.

Like the soft white bedding she chose to match. And the half of a dozen pillows, most of which were not even functional for sleeping on. Not to mention the large rug that had to be placed just right in the room so that the bed could sit properly on it, but also showed it off.

But he didn’t really give a shit about any of that. It wasn’t his thing, but he was happy to let Maya go on and do whatever she wanted. Whatever made her happy at the end of the day. Then, he got to see her enjoying all these things she’d never had. He was able to turn in the bed and watch her sleep every single night in a new house he never would have considered buying for himself because as long as he didn’t get rained on, he didn’t give a single fuck.

She loved it, though.

And so, he did, too.