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“Just like that. Feels so fucking good.”
Heat pools between my legs at his praise. Minding my teeth, I hollow my cheeks and suck in earnest, allowing him to set the pace as my head bobs up and down his shaft. He is hot and heavy against my tongue, his taste mildly salty, yet wholly addicting. I can’t quite take him all the way to the back of my throat, so I make it up to him by wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft and stroke him in tandem with my mouth.
“Fuck, Alina… You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
I press my knees together and moan. Why is the sound of his voice enough to send me spiraling? Every grunt and groan I pull from him only spurs me on. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I know I’m getting close when I feel him thicken on my tongue, but just when I think Pyotr’s going to finish—
He pulls away with a growl.
With speed and strength I don’t think I’ll ever get used to, Pyotr hoists me back onto the bed and hastily deposits me onto the sheets. He’s on top of me in an instant, furious mouth finding mine. It’s a frenzy, and I never want it to stop.
Pyotr positions himself between my legs, the hard press of his cock nudging my inner thigh. His eyes are locked onto mine, a question in his eyes. I nod, almost reading his thoughts.
“I want this,” I assure him aloud. “Please, Pyotr.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs against my lips.
The stretch momentarily knocks the air from my lungs. His fingers could never do him justice. He kisses me through the initial burn, his strong arms wrapped around me as I moan his name. He starts slowly, his pace measured and careful.
Before long, pleasure blooms within me. My walls clench around him and grip him tight, the friction utterly divine. I drag my nails through his hair, down his back, and in a moment of clarity, I realize I’ve pressed my lips to his left ear. I don’t know if it was a conscious decision on my part or if we just wound up that way, but all I truly care about is having him hear just how much I need him.
“Pyotr,pozhaluysta,” I whimper against him. “Please.”
“Pretty little wife,” he mumbles in Russian. “Does my pretty wife want to come on my cock?”
I’m not sure if I answer him. I’m too overwhelmed to form proper thoughts, let alone words. My whole body ignites like a firecracker, explosive and dangerous. Climax tears through me, unleashing wave after wave of ecstasy.
He isn’t much further behind me. After one last hard thrust, he spills inside me, our bodies rocking together as a satisfied exhaustion finally sets in.
It isn’t long before sleep drags me under, and I fall asleep in my husband’s arms.
Chapter 17
Alina
The golden morning sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, helping me rise slowly from a lovely dream that’s already slipping through my fingers. When I roll over onto my side, I find Pyotr lying next to me, facing away.
What I see stuns me.
I reach out and trace the scars on his back. Burns from cigarettes? He’s covered in them. I don’t think I’ve ever been more horrified and heartbroken.
“Who did this to you?” I ask, so angry I almost can’t get the words out. My eyes sting with furious tears.
“You’re not the only one who knows about cruel mothers.” His voice is thick with sleep, but he slowly stirs all the same.
I shake my head in disbelief. “Your mother did this to you? But why?”
He doesn’t answer me right away. At first, I think it’s because he’s fallen back to sleep, but then I realize he’s trying to avoid the answer.
I gently press my kiss to one of the puckered scars on his back just below his left shoulder. “A secret for a secret?”
Pyotr sighs. “It’s as I said. We’re the ones they underestimate. The ones they care least about.”
I furrow my brows. “Tell me.”
Pyotr rolls over to face me, barely an inch of space between us. “My eldest brother, Mikhail… He was always the leader, so brave and strong. My twin, Dimitri, was always the charmer, the optimist. It’s next to impossible to hate him. Luka… My little brother is a genius, a tech whiz in a league of his own. And then there’s me. My mother always told me I was the unremarkable one. No hidden talents to be found.”
“I never want to hear you say that again,” I grumble. “That’snottrue. You’re a CEO, for goodness’ sake.”
