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While I’m coming, he waxes off the landing strip, and I come harder right on top of it.
Nikolai isn’t done, though. Using a rag with a fragrant oil, he cleans me of excess wax and then pulls me by the thighs to the edge of the table, where he shoves a cushion under my ass so I’m raised up, on display.
Ready for a deep fucking, whether I want it or not.
And oh, Idowant it.
I’m lost in all the bliss and pain and pleasure and the overwhelming urge to please him, give in to him, anything he wants.
“Just you, Rose,” he whispers. “That’s what I want. Just you.”
He drives into me, balls deep, the freshly waxed flesh ultra-sensitive. He takes me with deep, long thrusts that bottom out each time, and I’m crying, coming. Seconds later, I’m still coming, and I don’t know how. It’s like they roll into each other, toes up, each orgasm bigger, better than before. He keeps thrusting into me, like he needs to mark his territory, like this is the actual wedding ceremony.
Before I know what hit me, I come again, squirting on him, my body convulsing and spasming on his cock.
Nikolai groans. “I fucking love you, Rose.”
He comes at that, and as I swim back down from heaven, I whisper, “I love you, too.”
* * *
“You aren’t paying attention, Roz.”
“Sorry, G. Lots on my mind.” It’s been two days, and I’m still a wreck of emotions and thoughts.
She pats her stomach and pushes the pasta away. “So full.” Genius cocks her head. “You know, if you don’t like the new wedding venue, ask the rich evil dude who’s putting us up. He owns a lot of property.”
Suddenly, I stand. “Genius? You’re a fricking genius.”
* * *
It doesn’t take me long to meet with Mr. Belucci. It’s on a yacht, but that’s the kind of man he is. Garcia’s less than pleased. You can’t tell from his face, but it rolls off him in waves. Genius is back with Rush; there’s some small party tonight that Mr. Belucci’s set up.
“So, if I need your help—”
“Yes, bella. I’ll help.” He waves a hand in the air. “I like Wilder, but I can have him killed and we’ll run off.”
I just stare at him. “Then I’d have to kill you.”
“Pity.”
“Nikolai isn’t easy to kill.” I look at my hands a moment. “I love him. He’s it for me. Just him.”
“Fuck.” He puffs his cigar. “Well, bella, even men like me hold romance in our hearts. What is it you want?”
He listens as I start to talk. When I finish, he narrows his eyes. “And that list, you want that?”
“Yes.”
He tilts his head. “When?
“As soon as you can.”
“Deal. Tell Wilder I’ll be in touch.”
* * *
The next morning, Nikolai barges into our room. “So. You changed where we’re having our wedding?”
