Page 88 of The Bratva's Nanny

When I raised a questioning brow, she shook her head. “No. Not yet. We’ve barely even started.”

Roughly, but not rough enough to hurt her, I grazed her chin with my teeth. “You will, Solnishko.”

I squeezed her breasts. “You will give me what I want when I want it and come around my cock—right fucking now.”

And I tapped her pussy hard enough to make her toes curl and her thighs clench.

Finally, she cried out, shaking with the force of her release, and my balls jerked violently as I came.

When our breathing slowed, I put her down on her feet, and she busted into laughter. “That was crazy.”

I never thought I’d find love after Lorelai, but Maria proved me wrong.

She came with packages of love and laughter and effortlessly became Polly's mother figure.

I couldn’t wait to see her as the mother of my own child.

Smiling, I tilted her chin and kissed her deeply. “The next one’s on the beach.”

And it was a promise.

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THE END

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