Page 59 of The Vampire's Storm

“Nickolay,” Elizabeth moaned.

She was so easy to manipulate. Her pregnancy hormones were making her even more sexually driven and compliant. At least in the bedroom.

“And I want to see the nipple clamps in place and a ball gag in your mouth,” he growled. “Full submission after that disrespect.”

“What if...”

“Are you wet?” he asked, placing his whisky down and unzipping his pants.

“No,” she replied, but he heard the lie.

Nikolay slid out his cock, slowly stroking it. “Take off your panties and put me on video.”

He waited as she did as she was told without argument. He expected nothing less. The video turned on, settled on the mount he’d set up for them.

She climbed on the bed.

“Now, show me that wet pussy,” he demanded, knowing he had to make a call to Enzo Romano immediately after.

“I should be making dinner.” She tried to chastise him, but it just sounded pathetic and halfhearted.

His hand rubbed up and down his cock as Elizabeth slid her fingers through her pussy. Her dress tugged up over her round belly.

His thumb slid over the head of this shaft, wishing now that he had brought her with him. Another woman would do, but apparently his cock only wanted Elizabeth these days.

Annoying.

But seeing her pregnant with his child and his ring on her finger had changed him. Not that he would tell her.

“I want to see your tits,” he ordered, and without fail, she bit her lip and tugged down her straps, letting her sizable breasts fall out.

Fuck, they were perfect.

“Press your fingers inside and grab the dildo.” Speeding up his strokes, Nikolay leaned one hand on the wall as his own phone sat propped against the TV.

The buzzing began as she pressed it against her clit and when her fingers pushed inside herself, he fought to keep his eyes open.

“Good little slut wife. Fuck yourself harder,” he growled.

“Like this?” she asked, panting.

Tightening his grip, he stroked faster, watching her glistening pussy as her wet fingers moved to the same dance.

Both of them fell apart at the same time, streams of come spilling into his hand. Elizabeth collapsed back onto their linen.

“Good night, wife,” Nikolay said gruffly, a small smile passing between them before he ended the call.

After a quick cleanup, he made his second call.

“Enzo,” Nikolay said as the man answered. “I have completed our end of the bargain. Now tell me you have done your part.”

There was a moment of silence, then he heard the Italian mob boss blow out some smoke.

Did he ever not have a cigar in his goddamn mouth?

“Nikolay, good evening,” Enzo drawled.

Jesus, he was in no mood for this bullshit. He just needed to know if the capo had the new facility up and running.

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