Page 37 of Roman Petrov

But, he’s the first man to really tap into the true me.

He’s opened up a part of me I’ve buried deep for so long, the part of me that felt ashamed.

Rolling over to my side, I pick up my kindle from the night stand.

I’m no further than I was the day Roman knocked and came to my house. I have no desire to finish this. Not when I know I have my own book boyfriend, or fake husband rather, on the other side of this door.

A man who would kill for me.

A man who can unlock every desire I never thought possible.

But can this man love me as fiercely?

My eyes roam over the page. Ah, yes, the MMF. My body starts to burn up as I take in the words, not from them though, from my own experience flashing back in my mind.

Remember how it felt to be under Roman’s full control.

I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts of him, I’ve skipped two pages and have to go back.

“What is wrong with me,” I groan, throwing my arm over my face.

I’m turned on, mildly terrified of my fake husband, but also am desperate for him to storm through that door, lift me into his arms and rail me so hard I can’t walk.

More than that, I want to know everything about this man. I want his heart as much as I want his massive cock.

I manage to get myself through two more chapters, they don’t have their usual effect on me. Just as I’m about to give up and call it a night there is a heavy knock on the door before it crashes open.

I sit up, pulling the blanket up to my neck and bite down on my lip as Roman strides through in his gray sweatpants and black tee.

“This is driving me crazy, lastochka.” There is almost disbelief in his words.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What is Roman?” I whisper, not trusting my own voice.

He steps to the side of the bed, towering over me. His eyes flick to the kindle.

“Knowing my wife is in here, on her own, when she should be being looked after in her husband's bed.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Fuck it. That isn’t what I want, baby. It’s you.”

He gently tips my chin up and strokes my cheek with his thumb. His eyes glisten in the low lights, they tell me everything I need to know.

This is more than business, more than sex.

This is our future. Our hearts. Our new start in life.

“You’re sure? One woman is enough for you?”

I almost want to shake my insecurities away, but they’ll never leave me and I have to know.

“You aren’t just anyone. You aremywoman. My wife. You will always be enough.”

He sits down on the bed, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder and I rest my head on his chest.

He picks up the tablet and places it in my hand and my cheeks flush.

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