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“What? I like eating you. I like my sweets. Now you’re my favorite. But remember, I get addicted quickly. So I’ll need your pretty pussy on my face as much as possible to survive.”

“Oh, eager for morning sex too?” She teases, trailing her finger down my abs. “You know, you could just wake me up with it one day.” She bats her lashes at me.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Is that right? Huh? You want me to have breakfast while you’re still sleeping?”

She has no idea what her filthy words are doing to me. Feral. It’s the only way to describe it.

A complete fucking mess, but I’ll fuck her exactly how she desires.

She bites down on her lip and I can’t resist stealing a kiss.

“Hmmm mmm,” she hums in my mouth.

“I’d really like that. I want to experience everything with you. And make it dirty, call me your good girl, pull my hair, choke me. I’m yours and I think you’ll make a perfect pleasure dom for me.”

“A pleasure dom?”

“Yep.”

“It’s all about control. I hand it willingly to you, in return make me feel good. However you please. You know me, you can learn what makes me tick.”

“Sounds like an experiment.” I roll on top of her, nudging her legs wider and grabbing her wrists between one of my hands above her head.

I’m starting to see exactly what she wants. Her heart flutters in her throat, so I lean in and suck.

“You’re my good girl. You’ve always been, pchelka. Now it’s time to prove it.” Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I swipe the wetness coating her pussy.

“Hmm, I’m learning very fast.” Bringing my hand up to my face, I suck my fingers clean.

CHAPTER 43

LARA

With a groanI roll over and see the onslaught of text messages from my family wishing me a happy birthday.

Even Nikolai sent a cute picture of the three of us as kids.

I open up the one message that has my heart racing.

Alexei- Happy Birthday pchelka. This one will be even more special than the other 28, because this time you are mine. Be ready at 7pm. Wear anything, because you look beautiful always.

Love, your Alexei.

Sitting up, my smile burns my cheeks and excitement runs through me. Alexei never fails to make my birthday amazing. Every year I’m showered with gifts, trips out, and parties. But he’s right, this year is different. Being with him is my gift. Finally, having the man I’ve wished for.

As I slide on my robe and make my way downstairs, tears well up in my eyes at the sight of the living room ceiling coveredin a sea of pink and red foiled balloons. When I catch sight of the helium flamingo in the middle, a hiccup interrupts my breath.

Me

you really are exceeding yourself already, sladkiy. Thank you for always making me feel special. I don’t deserve you sometimes.

Wiping away the stray tear with the back of my hand, I find a mug under my coffee machine with a selfie of me and him plastered on the front. That was taken on my birthday three years ago when we took a trip to New York because I once told him I wanted to go to the Empire State Building.

Opening up the top of the machine to drop in a pod, I can’t help but laugh when I see he’s already put one in there for me.

This man.

As the machine pours my energy for the day, I spin myself around and rest on the counter.

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