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A shudder runs through him when I wrap my fingers around his length, pumping a few times. Keeping my eyes trained on his face, I drop my head and press my tongue to his tip before opening my mouth and letting it slide past my lips. A hiss escapes him when he hits the back of my throat, and one hand moves to the back of my head.

I work him over with my mouth and my hand, taking him in until my lips touch his base and then moving back up with just the right amount of suction. He allows me to remain in control, his hand only helping to guide my speed and show me exactly how he wants it.

His exhales turn ragged as he gets close to letting go, and I do not think he even realizes that he starts chanting my name under his breath. Just when he is about to come, I take him in as far as I can, swallowing as he spills down my throat.

I barely have time to recover before he jumps to his feet, scoops me up, and deposits me onto the desk. He crashes his lips down on mine, a deep sound escaping him when he tastes himself on my tongue. Hiking my dress up as far as it will go, he drops his head between my legs.

There is no warm-up and I cry out with pleasure as he immediately sets to work on laving attention to my swollen clit. He slides two fingers inside me, pumping them in time with the licks over my nub. He works fast, adding a third finger and curling them up, hitting the spot that makes me see stars. It does not take long before I am a writhing mess underneath him, and when I fall apart, he does not stop. He continues his assault as my orgasm rips through me, and as I feel the second one building, he pulls his fingers out before lining himself up and driving into me.

Our motions are wild, the only noise our heavy breaths and moans mingled with the sound of bare skin connecting over and over again. Eventually, I come a second time, and Theo follows shortly after.

By the time I come to, my hair looks like a flock of sparrows have set up a nest in it and my lipstick is smudged—most of it around Theo’s crotch and mouth.

Laughing, I help him clean up as he does for me, using his thumb to wipe away the lipstick outside my lips.

“Look at the pair of us.” I chuckle. “It looks like we went through a jungle.” I pause as I look over his perfect face and frame. This man is mine. The thought sends a thrill through me.

Theo presses a tender kiss on my forehead. “We look happy.”

I lean into his kiss. “Easy for you to say; you don’t look so bad. I, on the other hand, not so much.”

He pulls back, lifting my eyes to his with two fingers under my chin. “You are absolutely perfect. And you are mine.”

Chapter 16 - Fyodor

Kat and my wedding ceremony turned out to be a beautiful affair. Not that I expected anything less. Her cousin Natalya made sure everything was exactly the way Kat wanted it; I had merely facilitated the funds and the manpower to make sure it materialized.

The night was equal parts glorious and torturous. It was surprisingly glorious being able to have a ceremony where Kat was a fully willing participant and looked the way she did. But that is also why it was so torturous. I was forced to stand across from her at the altar, then walk around and socialize with our guests. All the while she looked like an entree I would have loved to eat. And so, after dragging her away from the eyes of our friends and family, I did.

My heart almost stopped when she dropped her dress and revealed her cheeky lingerie. And then it had been glorious again.

I flip through the photos the photographer sent over. Kat does not know about these yet. My plan is to have a few printed on large canvases so we can hang them around the house. I might even have a few of the more intimate ones printed and hang them in our room.

Our room.

I am not sure when the change happened. I do not believe there was one moment when everything switched. It was more like lots of little things over an extended period of time that finally turned this whole thing between us around. It is no longer my house that she is merely living in. It is not just my room anymore. Dinner is not me eating alone. Kat has become such an integral part of my life, and I am only just realizing it now.

We spend every night together in my bed. We have even moved most of her stuff out of her room and into mine. Her old room will likely become the nursery at some point, although Kat has mixed feelings about having to redecorate another room after she just finished the one downstairs.

She is not only getting more comfortable in the house but also with the organization.

Yesterday, when some of my business partners came over, Kat had been there to welcome them. She said all the right things, laughing at their silly jokes and thanking them when they complimented her.

Because I know her better than the other men do, I know it took effort on her part to play the part of a Bratva wife—a role she seems to be slowly coming to terms with. But she did such a good job of putting on a smile and playing hostess that the men could not tell the difference. At the end of the night, I massaged her feet and calves as a thank you.

And now, I plan on putting together a decent collection of canvases that Kat can hang up wherever she pleases.

I scramble to slam the laptop shut when my office door flies open, and Kat comes barreling in.

“Hi—”

“Don’t you hi me,” Kat interjects.

Her hair is loose today, styled haphazardly in messy waves that frame her face. Her pouty lips are a natural color, the only coating lip balm, or some clear lip shit. The sleeveless sundress she has on today is a blue that reminds me of the ocean, although the expression on her face reminds me more of a tropical cyclone.

I offer her my best smile. “You look lovely today.”

Kat waves a finger at me while scowling. “Flattery will not get you anywhere, Theo.”

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