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She groans out, tipping her head back.

I watch her as I slowly start to move my hips. I want to fondle her breasts, but the corset is in the way. I slow my thrusts, rolling my hips gently as I reach down and start to undo the corset.

“Igor,” she groans out. “Faster.”

“Not yet,” I growl.

I move gently as I pull the lace ribbon out of the little loops until she can sit up slightly, tug it off, and toss it to the side.

I reach around her and fondle her breasts as I move, bringing her to rest back against me as I roll my hips.

She tips her head back against my chest. “Igor,” she breathes my name, and it makes me want fuck her right into the bed. I massage her breasts, kissing her shoulder and neck. I move a little faster, relishing the warmth I feel between her legs.

I squeeze her breasts, release, squeeze, and release.

She groans and moves with me, up and down. We’re moving as one person.

She puts her hands over mine initially, and then I feel her one hand stray down between her legs. She gasps as she touches herself. I can feel her fingering her clit as I move.

“I’m going to cum,” she groans out, panting. She starts making small mewling noises, her fingers going faster. I release her, and she leans forward on one hand, the other furiously fingering her nub. I hold her hips and start moving faster, getting closer. I feel my balls constrict as I push deep inside of her and cum.

Chapter 17 - Arina

I wake up in Igor’s arms and look around sleepily. His alarm is going off, and I reach over him to silence it.

He groans and mutters something in Russian, and I smile, kissing his cheek. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Morning,” he mumbles, yawning and stretching. I move off him so he can get up and go to the bathroom.

I stretch in the bed, tangled in our satin sheets before I fall back and sigh. Today is a big day. I’m securing a deal that is going to make us millions, and the seller doesn’t even know what prime real estate he is letting go.

I did that.

I am helping my husband gain more power than he expected in such a short period of time.

I get up and go to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Already naked, I step into the shower and let the hot water run over me.

“Room for one more?” he asks, stepping into the shower behind me.

“We don’t have time,” I giggle. “Maybe afterward.”

“Hmm, okay.”

We shower together in peace, comfortable with each other. I feel safe when he is near.

I get out of the shower first, dry off, and dress. After putting on my high heels, I leave the bedroom and walk downstairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, Matvey comes in through the front door.

“Hi, Mat,” I tease him.

“I told you not to call me Mat. It’s Matvey,” he grumbles, but the corners of his lips turn up in a half smile.

We’ve grown closer ever since he saved me from Richardson. Now, he acts as my personal bodyguard if Igor isn’t at the meetings with me, which also helps persuade the sellers to sell.

One look at Matvey, and I’d also do whatever I was told.

We walk together to the dining hall, and he sits beside Yvonne as I sit opposite her.

“What’s for breakfast?” I ask curiously.

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