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“Open for me.” The command sends a shiver through my nerves.

I obey, parting my lips and allowing him to wipe his precum onto my tongue. The salty, masculine taste makes me ache to have him inside me.

I rub his cock all on my own while he massages his cum into my tongue.

I stroke him harder. His eyes close, his head tips back, and a deep groan rumbles in his chest. Watching him like that and knowing I did that to him makes my head spin.

I’m about to continue, but he catches my hand, reminding me who’s in control. “You can play with that later. I need to be inside you now.”

With that, he flips me onto my hands and knees and runs a hand from the base of my neck down to my ass, then he slides a finger into my pussy.

“Malyshka, look at you. Beautiful and fucking perfect.”

He thinks I’m beautiful and perfect?

I hardly get to process the thought.

Before the next second passes, he slams savagely into me, impaling me with his cock. I cry out, grasping the sheets for something to anchor me and stop me from falling off the face of the earth.

He starts moving inside me, and pleasure crashes over me in hot waves, scorching my skin from the inside out. He pushes forward, speeding up his relentless pumps, and I go over the edge into earth-shattering bliss.

Lev tunnels into me, hammering so hard my breasts bounce painfully against my chest.

But I don’t care. Nothing matters to me besides this moment. And I want more.

He gives it to me, driving into me harder and faster. My pussy ripples around his cock, absorbing the mind-blowing pleasure. Then the world fades into the ether and all that’s left is us.

A vicious orgasm rumbles over me, sending my blood roaring into my ears and my heart pounding.

I’m drained, but Lev Karsavin isn’t finished with me yet.

He pulls out of me and lifts me onto his lap, turning me to face him. Then he positions me to straddle him and slides his cock back inside me.

His eyes lock with mine and he grins. “Ride me, printsessa. Fuck me, too.” He thrusts into me, gripping my hips.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but my body takes over and I move my hips until I’m bouncing up and down in his lap.

I get lost in my husband all over again.

Chapter

Thirty-Four

Lev

This woman is going to be the death of me.

Christ, she’s fucking beautiful.

Triumph rises inside me as I watch her bouncing up and down my cock.

The sight is goddamned glorious and worth the bitching I got from Igor when I told him I was leaving early.

He’s an old G. He knew good and well I wanted to fly home to my pretty wife and all but said so. I didn’t deny it.

Contracts were signed, discussions were done, everything was in the bag.

All that was left was the socializing my father always considered part and parcel of a deal. Father always said you could end up with more clients that way. Nothing was better for business than word-of-mouth praise.