Page 70 of The Arrangement

The room feels charged with the excitement of our little secret and the anticipation of our evening together. Diving back into the whirlwind of playtime, my thoughts begin to wander, but this time with a lighter touch. Maksim, who's been steering the Bratva ship with the same kind of 'involved yet hands-off' style I've adopted with Paws and Play, has truly come into his own.

The Bratva under his command has grown into the city's powerhouse, so much so that it's become a bit of a no-brainer that no one dares to rock the boat—though, of course, there have been a few bold souls who've tried.

The saga with Aleksey feels like it's from another lifetime now. His stint with the law has him tucked away for a good long stretch, which, in a way, has closed a turbulent chapter for us, letting us breathe a little easier.

And Tiffany, she's been nothing short of amazing. It's pretty clear she's made her peace with the rollercoaster life that comes with our men. The way she's been with me—no grudges, just open arms—really makes me feel lucky. It's like we've got this unspoken bond, understanding the craziness we're tied to without having to say a word.

Caught up in these musings while watching Maksim play with Adelina and Kira, I'm struck by how we've managed to blend our not-so-ordinary life with moments of pure, simple joy. Here we are, in the midst of our unique chaos, finding our slice of happiness, building a life that's as full of love and laughter as it is complex.

Watching the girls giggle as Maksim pretends to be a monster chasing them around, I feel a wave of affection for this life we've built. Sure, it's a bit unconventional, maybe even a tad perilous, but it's ours.

The moment Igor and Tiffany walk through the door, the atmosphere shifts to one of pure delight. Adelina and Kira's excitement is palpable, their cries of "Dedushka!" and "Babushka!" filling the room with warmth and joy. Kira, primarily an English speaker, manages the Russian titles with an adorable accent that never fails to make everyone smile.

With the girls happily preoccupied with their grandparents, Maksim and I slip out for our much-anticipated date night. Maksim, in his suit, manages to look effortlessly handsome, causing my heart to skip a beat or two every time I glance his way.

Our evening unfolds with the perfect blend of romance and fun. Dinner is a cozy affair, filled with intimate conversations and shared laughter, a testament to the deep connection we've nurtured over time. Afterwards, we find ourselves lost in the rhythm of the dance floor, moving together as if we're the only ones in the world. The music, the lights, the ambiance—it all blends into a perfect backdrop for a night dedicated to us, to our love.

After our perfect evening out, we find ourselves back at home, quickly slipping into the comfortable and familiar sanctuary of our room. Despite the years together, our kisses still hold the electric charge of new love.

As we make out like two horny lovebirds, our clothes gathering on the floor, the world outside fades away and leaves just the two of us. Our kisses, deep and full of years of love, spark that familiar fire, each one a reminder of our journey together, of every challenge faced and joy shared.

"It’s amazing... seems like every kiss is like the first time," Maksim murmurs against my lips, his hands tracing the contours of my back as he pulls me closer.

I laugh softly, the sound mingling with the quiet ambiance of our room. "Is that your way of saying you're still madly in love with me, Mr. Morozov?"

"Madly doesn't even begin to cover it," he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends my heart racing. It's in these moments, in the simplicity of our love, that I find the greatest joy.

He leads me to the bed, our steps synchronized, a dance we've mastered over the years.

Taking his sweet time, Maksim has me bent over and holding on to one of the bed posts as he kneels behind me. He runs his fingers between my slick folds, drawing circles around my clit before his slides his tongue over it. His lips close around the swollen nub, my knees bucking, my legs shaking as I have no choice but to let myself go.

I come gushing, and he licks me clean, groaning with delight before he gets up and takes me from behind. His gigantic cock fills and stretches my pussy, slick with my juices as he starts moving. I welcome him whole, moaning his name over and over as the intensity thickens, as the pressure builds up again. He fucks me harder, harder, deeper and faster until the sound of flesh slapping flesh is all I can hear.

He smacks my ass with one hand while the other reaches around my hip and proceeds to coax my clit into another broiling frenzy.

“I love you so much, it fucking hurts,” he grunts as he claims me yet again, body and soul, thrusting himself with all of his might, pounding me out of the physical plane of existence.

“I love you, Max, I love everything we’ve become together. Now, make me come again or I swear I’m gonna go crazy!” I cry out.

He laughs lightly and slaps my ass again while flicking my swollen nub at the same time. It’s all I need to unravel as he, too, lets go and pumps me full of his seed. Our orgasms collide, our bodies melting into one another, our spirits reaching and mingling so far up into the heavens… we might never come down. I feel his lips on my shoulder, planting a sweet, gentle kiss. My heart throbs and flutters simultaneously.

Later, nestled together in the serene quiet that follows, our conversation takes a playful turn, the ease between us a testament to the years we've shared.

"You know," Maksim starts, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I think I might have finally perfected my dance moves tonight."

I chuckle, nudging him gently. "Oh, is that right? I guess all those lessons are finally paying off. You might just be ready for the big leagues."

He laughs, pulling me closer. "As long as I have you as my dance partner, I'm ready for anything." Then a thoughtful expression forms on his face.

“Something on your mind, babe?” I ask. Part of me is worried he has bad news to share – always a risk in his line of work.

The light in his eyes grows softer, more earnest. "There's something I've been wanting to share with you."

Curiosity piqued, I watch as he reaches toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer. There's a moment of suspense, a breath held between us, before he turns back to me, holding a small, velvet box.

My heart skips a beat, my breath catches in my throat. He opens the box to reveal a ring, stunning in its simplicity and beauty. The world seems to stand still.

"Maksim..." I start, but words fail me, emotions swirling too fast to catch.

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