Page 105 of Doctored Vows

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Doc.”

“Fuck. Christ. Shit.” I mash my face with the pillow while a torrent of naughty, wicked words leave my mouth. I’m on the border of an intense orgasm, one I am confident will override the intensity of every one before it, but I need a little more to fully let go.

“Please, Maksim,” I beg, unashamed. “Make me come. I need you to make me come.”

“There she is,” Maksim mutters seconds before he ticks off every fantasy I’ve ever had.

Hours after screwing me senseless, I lie with my head resting on Maksim’s chest and his semi-firm cock still inside me. The rhythm of his heart announces he is awake, let alone the quickest pause of his breathing when I murmur against his sweat-slicked skin, “Thank you for bringing my father here.” We moan in sync when I inch back, and the slightest movement grinds my clit against the impressive arrow of his V muscle. “I don’t know how you did it, and I don’t want to know, but you need to know how much I appreciate what you did for him…” I breathe out slowly before adding, “And me. I needed that closure.”

I’m talking in riddles because I am emotionally drained, but Maksim appears to have no issues deciphering my gibberish. “You’ll never get over what happened to your mother and sister, but with the right people around you, the blame will eventually shift to the people deserving of the guilt.”

Several long seconds of silence pass before I break it. “I testified against him.”

“Because you thought it would help him.” Maksim isn’t asking a question. He is stating a fact. “Your father’s lawyer just failed to cross-examine you how he promised when he convinced you to be a witness for the DA.” When I stare at him in bewilderment, shocked he hit the nail on the head, he mutters, “You’re not the only one who can utilize Google.” He tightens his grip around my waist. “Just don’t tell Easton that. He needs his ego stroked as often as Ano does.”

“I heard that.”

Maksim’s lips curl before his eyes shoot to the door of our suite. “Good. That’s what you get for snooping.”

Ano’s chuckles trickle through the door. My disappointed groan replaces them when Maksim commences slipping out of me. “If you didn’t have somewhere you needed to be, my head would be buried back between your legs by now.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “And perhaps I’d be claiming your virginal hole.” He takes a moment to relish my blooming cheeks before nudging his eyes to the red dress someone at the hotel unpacked while we were at the rehearsal dinner.

It is a beautiful dress, but when my head is in a lust haze, nothing but my next climax is on my mind. “We could stay in.”

“We could,” Maksim agrees, the throbbing of his cock adding to the hope in his tone. “But we won’t.” When I pout like a child, he twangs my lip before saying, “This wasn’t on the top of our list, but it is as important to you as every other item in the terms of our agreement.” His expression takes on a serious note. “And Zoya was there for you when others weren’t. For that alone, I will forever be in her debt.”

I love Zoya with all my heart, but I can’t help but joke, “I wouldn’t let her know that. You’ll be broke by the end of the week.”

Determined to stand at my friend’s side as promised, I shimmy off the bed and head to the bathroom, uncaring that I am naked head to toe and being eyeballed by my husband like there aren’t multiple used condoms in the trash can of our suite.

The padding of my feet on the thick carpet pile almost drowns out Maksim’s murmured reply when the heat of his eyes finally reaches my ass. “It’ll be worth every fucking penny.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“Hold on. Go back,” Alla demands, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. “Zoya objected to the marriage of her baby sister?”

When I nod, she couldn’t appear more shocked—until I say, “And then took her place.”

“What?!” Her voice bellows throughout the empty OR. “So she’s married? Right now? She’s shacked up with a stranger?”

I grimace, but since Zoya’s story isn’t mine to tell, I half shrug and half nod instead of shouting the yes bellowing through my head.

Alla’s reply whistles through her teeth since it comes with a massive shocked sigh. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, it is,” I agree, reclining back. “I’m worried for Zoya, but I also trust her intuition. She wouldn’t have objected if she didn’t think it was the right thing to do.”

“Does Aleena think the same?”

I can’t hide my grimace this time.

“Ouch.”

Ouch doesn’t come close to explaining the devastation Zoya will be feeling for hurting Aleena. She will do anything for her—anything at all—that’s why I know there is more to Zoya’s decision than she is letting on.

“Anyway, I should probably head back. If I don’t push pathology, who will?”

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