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“You belong to me and no one else.”

She nods as I undo my pants and free my cock. She has me addicted to her. I can’t get enough.

I pull her panties to the side and push myself into her tight little pussy as she breathes heavily against my neck.

“You are beautiful,” I whisper as I thrust into her. “Beautiful, and clearly too naughty for your own good.” I chuckle, knowing that anyone could walk into this room at any time, but it only makes this hotter.

Her fingers are digging into my shoulders as I start thrusting faster and harder.

I keep fucking her, pressing her against the wall as I kiss her.

I know her body, and I can feel she is close to coming all over my cock.

She tilts her head back and cries out, so I quickly clap my hand over her mouth to stop anyone from hearing us. I keep fucking her, harder and harder, until finally her entire body is shaking and her pussy clamps so tightly over my cock I can’t hold back for another second.

I explode into her with a deep, satisfied groan.

When we walk back into the party, we both have secretive smiles on our faces. I wrap my arm around her and hold her against my side as we walk.

Maxim comes over. “There you are. I was looking for you. Here’s your drink. On the rocks.” He hands me a whiskey and Darya leans her head against my shoulder while Maxim and I start chatting about odds and ends.

Kiril and Paval come over to join us, and soon all of the bothers are chatting to me. This time, when one of the other men’s wives comes to lead Darya away for a cocktail, I don’t feel awkward at all.

She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me in front of everyone. Inside, I feel proud, because this is her way of letting everyone know that we are together, regardless of the marriage being forced. Then she grins, wide and beautiful, before disappearing with the girls while I continue to chat to her brothers.

Chapter 18 - Darya

It has been a lazy Saturday morning, and Stefano and I have been relaxing on the patio overlooking the garden. This place is actually starting to feel like home, which is really special for me, because in the beginning I thought it might be impossible to feel that way about somewhere I didn’t really choose to be.

I hardly use my own room anymore, and Stefano and I have been sharing his bedroom every night. I find, oddly, that I don’t like sleeping alone these days.

It’s so weird to think that once, not too long ago, I used to think Stefano was a chauvinistic asshole who was just arrogant and mean to everyone.

I guess I just had to take the time to break through those layers of defenses he has up.

He leans over from his sun lounger and rests his hand on my leg.

“What time do we have to be there tonight?”

“I think it starts at seven. I will check my messages when we go back inside, my phone is in the room.”

He nods, smiling at me, and the way his lips curve up at the corner has my heart racing for a moment.

Tonight we have another family event at Kiril’s house. Stefano has been attending them every time we have one, and he hasn’t complained at all. To me, it looks like he is really settling in well and getting on with everyone. I am so relieved, because my family is very important to me, and him getting on with them is a non-negotiable part of our relationship being successful.

I know that my brothers and Stef still have a little bit of tension between them, but he is trying so hard to be more open and friendly when we see them. Honestly, it makes my heart happy to see him doing that for me. If it wasn’t for me, I am sure he would rather be almost anywhere else.

I grin.

“What are you smiling about, baby girl?” he asks, squeezing my thigh again.

“I just feel happy.” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

He leans forward and grabs me around my waist, lifting me off my own chair and pulling me onto his lap. “You are happy, are you? Do I have anything to do with that happiness?”

“I think you might, possibly, have something to do with that happiness.”

He runs his hand up my neck, cradling the side of my face as I lean into his touch. Then he kisses me, and sparks fly in the air between us.

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