Page 50 of Roman Petrov

“But, I thought you wanted that more than anything?” My nails dig into his back and my knees quiver in worry that he won’t want me any more.

His fingers thread through my hair and he tilts my face up so our noses almost touch.

“Priorities change. That life, I don’t need it. I have enough money for us to last a lifetime. We can do whatever the hell we want. I wanted that club because I couldn’t have it. Out of greed. My purpose was building an empire. Now, I want that with you, baby.” He strokes my cheek and his lips follow his strokes.

I search his eyes. There’s a moment where I feel like I need to hold back. But, I want this with him. The need to feel complete outweighs the last of my reservations. “I don’t want to have anything to do with that establishment. After seeing what it did to my dad. It ruined him, and our family. I don’t want that for…ours.”

“Consider them gone. Why do I need them when my wife is such a good girl for me, hmm?” His hands grip beneath my thighs and he hoists me around his waist. “I’ve been in jail for four days, and all I could think about is how much I missed you. And, how little I cared about everything else.”

He carries me into the living room, and sprawls me onto the couch beneath him.

“Did you really? I was worried you’d be locked up forever.” The weight of him over me makes my pussy pulse.

“And if I was? Would you have waited for me?” His lips find my neck and he sucks his way down towards my collar.

“Yes,” I pant. It’s getting harder to focus on his words as his mouth moves lower.

“Tell me why you’d wait.” He folds my shirt away from my body and runs his hand into my leggings.

“Because—” I trail off. Am I ready to admit it to myself?

His teeth bite down on my exposed nipple. “You’re asking for a spanking.” He leans back and strips his belt from his pants. “Tell me,” he demands.

“Because I love you,” I scream as his fingers plunge inside me.

“How much?” He presses, twisting his wrist, holding me in place by my neck.

“Fuck. All of it. Every single bit.”

His lips slam over mine as he works me to a state of bliss, my hips grind against his hand to match his rhythm.

“Hmm, so needy for me.”

I feel empty when he withdraws, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he puts his fingers against my lips.

“The taste of love is sweet, isn’t it?” He pushes them inside my mouth and I suck them clean.

“God, I love you.” He whispers against my cheek, moving lower with his tongue down the column of my neck and sucking on my flesh. My back arches, pressing my breasts against him.

His fingers slide out of my mouth with a pop, with the lightest of touches he traces them over my nipple, before taking it between the two and pinching.

“More,” I pant out.

“I said I’d give you everything, I intend to start by having you sit on my face.”

I don’t know how he lifts me so effortlessly, but within seconds I am flipped around, he’s on his back and I’m perched over him.

“Now this is where a wife should sit, on her husband's face.”

I let out a giggle, but then as his tongue swipes across my needy pussy, my head tips back. His fingers painfully dig into my hips as he pushes me down, completely smothering him so he can devour me.

And like every moment I am with Roman, my mind stops swirling. I am free. I am exactly who I am meant to be with him.

And that makes me come so much harder than I ever have in my life.

My life has changed so muchsince I began to get ready for this show.

In the last few weeks, I’ve lost my father, gained and lost a club, but won the best prize of all.

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