Page 68 of Stolen By the Bratva

So long as we lived.

“My wife,” he said between grunts and breathing hard with his fast thrusts. “My lover,” he added, lifting my leg to hold it up so he could pound into me with more force.

“Yes!” I panted, needing that sweet release he pushed me toward.

“And my partner.” He paired that final demand, that ultimate declaration, with a deeper spear piercing so deep inside me. I clenched around him, crying out with the force and intensity of the climax he’d summoned. I milked him as he thrust once, twice, and three more times until he jerked and twitched, spilling his hot cum deep into me.

He collapsed over me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. By the time I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged my arms around his back, he’d slipped and shifted us onto our sides. It still wasn’t enough.

He slumped onto his back, his broad chest heaving with the exertion of catching his breath. Still holding me, he tugged me over so I lay at his side, my leg draped over his, my arm on his stomach.

His dick slipped out, smearing our combined juices along my thigh. We were sticky, still soaking wet from the shower, and dampening the bed, but it didn’t matter. We lay there together, worn out from both the rush to make love and the weight of admitting our feelings at last.

It wasn’t conventional, confessing love after we’d shared our hasty I dos. But in our world, with arranged marriages that bound couples together for the sake of duty and tradition, finding love was a rare blessing not many could ever dream to experience.

He stroked his hand over my upper arm, caressing me as I came down from the heady rush of two orgasms. Before that, the ups and downs of the day and night would have been enough to exhaust me.

Now, though, I was alert and at peace. I was where I belonged, with my man. My husband. My ruler. Because it was so much clearer. His mission to clear out the old ways of his bratva. His dedication to get to the bottom of this setup.

I scooched closer, rested my chin on my hand that lay on his chest.

He sighed, moving his free arm behind his head to use it as a pillow. Staring down at me, he arched one brow in question. “Hmm?”

“I have an idea.”

He raised his other brow.

“The shipment. It’s tomorrow.”

He nodded. “I realized it before I got word that Geoff had broken in here.”

I blinked, stunned. Here I thought I was being the bigger person, coming clean and rambling everything he might want to know. And he’d already been aware.

“You knew the cop was involved?”

He nodded.

I refused to think I had told him all that for nothing. Of course, he would already know. He wasn’t dumb.

“If I could get a laptop and log in to my old emails, all those stupid correspondences he had me forwarding to ensure there was no easy route of information being shared…”

He brushed my hair back, smiling slowly. “Yes?”

“Maybe you could make sense of the codes and see if there is anything else that would help you prevent my father from trying to bring down your Family.”

He dragged me up over his chest to kiss me soundly. “Our Family.”

I nestled my cheek against his, nuzzling his face. “So you can rule at the top.”

“With you at my side, with your unwavering support.”

I sighed, rubbing my hand over his chest and feeling the strong thump of his heart, beating in sync with mine, now and forever.

We lay there, committed to being a team for a few more moments until he playfully smacked my ass, prompting me to lift off him and let him get up.

“A laptop, you say?” He grabbed a robe draped on a chair and tossed it to me.

“Yes. I memorized all the log-in details.”

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