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The moment I reached my bedroom, I look over to our bed and see Katya sleeping, so I go take a shower. Scrubbing myself clean, I don’t hear my little princess until her feet she opens the glass door. She presses her naked body to my back. “I love you, Roman.”
“It’s over. It’s over.”
“I know.” She grabs the loofa from me and starts washing my body. Slowly she reaches my cock and strokes it, losing the sponge. The water beads off my body as my woman moves around in front of me before dropping to her knees.
I can’t take my eyes off the sight before me. Her bright blues look up as she grips my shaft, squeezing and stroking it. Then her soft, pink lips wrap around the tip and I’m done for. She slowly takes me down inch by inch, sucking on my cock with such love. I stare down, watching how gorgeous she looks on her knees, pleasing me.
“Katya, I’m going to come.”
She pops her lips off my cock and looks up. “Then come for me. This is just for you.” She slides her tongue along the thick vein under my shaft and then up to the tip, slipping me back into her warm mouth. Her cheeks hollow out as she works me down, blowing me until I’m about to unload. I can’t take it any longer and grip her hair, holding her still as I take over and fuck her pretty, little throat. My hot load shoots quickly, my vision goes black for a second, and I fall back, leaning against the shower wall as I try to catch my breath.
When I look at Katya, she’s smiling proudly on her knees, naked and sexy. I just came and I could go again just from the sight before me.
As she goes to stand, I help her up and hold her close. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she says with a bit of sass.
Chapter Eleven
Katya
The back of the estate has been redone and decorated for our special day. It’s a winter wonderland around us except for where all the guests are set up. As mounds of fresh snow lie around us, the ground beneath my feet is covered in fake grass that looks so natural. A long white path filled with flowers leads to us where we stand in front of the officiant hand in hand as Roman says his vows to me. Three weeks ago, I was afraid I wouldn’t have gotten this chance. Thankfully, he pulled through and is as stubborn as ever.
Everyone is dressed in fur wraps or elegant coats while the industrial heater keeps the gazebo reasonably warm. I have on a beautiful white and blue winter cape, draped over my shoulders and I feel like an ice princess, but no one looks better than the man in front of me. Like the day I met him, he stands tall in all black, dark hair damp from the fallen snow. Except he has a large black and gray fur-lined cloak that makes him look like a warrior. If there wasn’t a crowd of people, I’d pounce on him right now.
The ceremony ends and Roman leads us through the throng of people. There’s someone new in the crowd of onlookers who I don’t recognize even though something about him is strangely familiar. I can’t place him. Given that I’ve never met anyone outside of the estate and my father’s men, I wonder if he’s trouble. Although looking at his face, I can’t seem to get a negative feeling from him.
Cameras go off as they get photos of us. Mariska, Anna, and Anya have been a tremendous help in getting this done. Anna and Anya were my bridesmaids while Mariska was acting as the official wedding planner slash mother hen. If I didn’t know better, I would think she was thirty not twenty. Without her this wouldn’t have been the gorgeous ceremony. She even picked out Roman’s cloak which I have to give her a gift for because I plan to be wrapped up only in that tonight while my husband devours me.
Roman raises his hands and the crowd silences. “Please proceed to the ballroom for the reception. I need a moment alone with my bride.” He takes me back to his office where the man who caught my attention earlier is waiting for us.
“Katya, I wanted you to meet someone who has been looking for you for a long time. This is Aleksandr Sidorov, your true father.” My eyes widen and I see the same blues that I see in the mirror every day.
“Hello, my darling little princess. I thought I’d only see you when I finally passed on.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know the details all the way, my love, but before he died, Vlad said you weren’t his, and the father needed to suffer. I didn’t know what he meant, but I kept trying to find answers until our wedding announcement was made. He contacted me and as a guest already invited, I knew the second he arrived that you were his daughter.”
“My little flower, your mother had been Vladimir Volchek’s wife. We met when she ran away from him. I didn’t know it and we made you. He found her and she returned to him with you still growing inside her. Right before you were born, she came running back to me, and I took care of you both.”
Tears fill my eyes as I listen. Roman holds me close and I lean on him for support.
“When you were two months old, your mother ran again with you or so I believed. She had been killed, and you were gone.”
I gasp. “Forgive me if this is too much,” he says.
“No please tell me.”
“Volchek swore he had nothing to do with her death or disappearance. We could never find any proof that he did. At the time, I hadn’t had the power I do now, and he knew it. My family believed you were sent to an orphanage, or he had killed you as well. For years, I hoped you would show up. I’ve searched so many orphanages throughout Russia and Ukraine but never found a trace.”
“It’s why he kept me hidden in a forest. He said I’d been almost kidnapped as a baby, and he didn’t want anyone to try again.”
“I wish he was still alive so I could kill him.” My birth father eyes darken with rage and pain. Standing up, I go over and give him a hug. “Princess.” He clings to me tightly as his voice cracks.
“I’m sorry for not finding you sooner.” He looks over to Roman and says, “I’m sorry about your father. I believe he had uncovered the truth. The day he died I’d received a message that he wanted to meet with me.”
“When I was a boy, my father learned that Vlad had a daughter, but he didn’t know the truth either or he would have said something. As far as we were ever told, his wife and child died in childbirth.”
