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And I do. My body shudders, and I cry out, my voice hoarse with release. Alexei groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

"That's it, baby," he pants, his fingers never ceasing their motion. "Milk my cock with your tight pussy."

His words send me over the edge again, my walls clenching around him as I experience a third orgasm, my body is shaking with the force of it. Alexei swears, his control finally breaking, and he thrusts into me a few more times before he stills, his cock twitching as he fills me with his release.

I feel his heart pounding against my back, his chest heaving with the force of his release.

Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I turn in his arms and hug him.

How am I supposed to let this man go after we’re done?

Chapter 15 – Alexei

The air inside the warehouse is thick and stale. My fingers twitch against my leg as I scan the room, taking in every detail of the setup. We’ve been over it a thousand times, but it still feels like something could go wrong at any second.

I lean back against the wall, adjusting the collar of this ridiculous suit Katya insisted I wear. It’s tight around my neck, and I feel like I’m suffocating. My fingers itch to rip the thing off, but I resist the urge.

The static crackles softly in my ear, followed by Katya’s steady voice. “Sergei’s on his way. Just two vans, like we expected. Our men are positioned where they’re supposed to be. Stay sharp.”

I glance at Irina, who stands a few feet away, her hand resting on the edge of the large crate in front of us. She meets my eyes and gives me a small nod.

I adjust the collar of my suit jacket again, feeling the fabric pinch against my neck. “This disguise is driving me crazy,” I mutter under my breath, scratching my chin.

Irina catches the movement and smirks, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You don’t look that bad, Alexei. Maybe a little too polished for someone like you, but still.”

I glare at her, but there’s no real heat behind it. “I look ridiculous.”

She shrugs, her smirk widening. “You just need to own it. You could even pull off the ‘businessman gone rogue’ look if you tried.”

I’m about to retort, but Katya’s voice cuts in through the earpiece. “Save the foreplay for after the job. You two are disgusting.”

Irina’s face immediately flushes, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. Her eyes narrow, shooting me a look that’s half embarrassed and half annoyed, but it only makes me chuckle. Before I can respond, Katya’s voice floats back through the earpiece.

“Sergei just pulled up. He has ten men with him.”

I roll my shoulders, shaking off the last bit of discomfort as I move toward the crate. Irina follows, her expression more serious now. She’s focused, her eyes scanning the room as we wait.

“Everyone in place?” I ask quietly, tapping the earpiece again.

Katya’s voice is calm and collected. “Everyone’s where they should be. No sign of backup on Sergei’s side—just the ten men with him in the vans. It looks like he’s keeping it small, but stay alert. You know he’s never completely predictable.”

I nod to myself, glancing at Irina again.

“Here we go,” I mutter, my heart rate picking up as the warehouse doors creak open. The sound of footsteps echoes in the space as Sergei and his men step into the room.

I don’t move. Not yet. I stand tall, my arms loose at my sides, watching as Sergei makes his way toward me. His eyes sweep over the room, taking in the setup and crate and finally landing on me. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but there’s no warmth in it.

“Yuri,” he says, extending a hand as he steps closer. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

I clasp his hand firmly, my face neutral. “Likewise, Sergei.”

Behind me, Irina is silent, standing by the crate, waiting for the signal. Sergei’s eyes flicker to her for a brief moment, but he doesn’t address her yet. His focus is on the deal.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he says, nodding toward the crate.

I give Irina a small nod, and she moves quickly, opening the crate to reveal the stacks of packages inside—the heroin. Sergei steps forward, his eyes gleaming as he examines the contents. He reaches into one of the packs, pulling out a small amount, rubbing it between his fingers before bringing it to his lips to taste.

He smirks, satisfied, and nods to his men.

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