Page 115 of Sinful Games

She chuckled softly, “I’m just relieved to be done with uni. The stress nearly killed me.”

Her graduation was two days ago—she’d looked like a sunbeam in that lovely yellow dress, her smile radiant and her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. My little witch was a vision of fairy-tale perfection.

“And I’m damn proud of you,moya solnyshka. Can’t wait to see your gallery and watch you show off your art.”

She’d been working her ass off for weeks, either scouting models or braving the outdoors to snap black-and-white shots. She’d even asked me to model for her again, but I’d politely declined. I wanted her to break out of her comfort zone and feel truly proud of her own work.

“Well,” she said, dropping a pack of toilet paper into our cart. “You’ll have to wait a bit longer. I’m not fully prepared yet.”

“You will soon enough. Don’t worry,” I said, steering the cart toward the cashier. “Remind me why are we even doing our own grocery shopping? I have people for that, you know.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Because it’s fun!”

“Fun?” I arched an eyebrow, not buying it for a second.

“Yes, fun! I enjoy spending time with you, even if it’s justdoing the most mundane things,” she winked, looking utterly genuine.

"Well, who could resist spending time with this face, right?"

Caia scoffed, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Please. Let’s not get carried away. I’m only with you out of sheer pity. I mean, look at you!” She gestured dramatically to my face, feigning horror. “It’s like I’m doing community service by being seen with you in public.”

I let out a scoff. “And here I thought you were sticking around for my dazzling looks and exceptional dick.”

Her mouth fell open in mock shock, and she glanced around before playfully shoving me. “Stop it, someone might overhear!”

“Ain’t it the truth though?” I teased, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her neck as she giggled, trying to squirm away. She darted out of the store, leaving me alone with a teen cashier who looked like he’d just witnessed a crime scene.

Poor kid.

After stuffing ourselves with takeout—my wife’s demands: shrimp tacos smothered in cilantro, loaded fries that could set off a fire alarm, and a strawberry iced tea that made me question her taste—we collapsed on the couch to binge-watchConfessions of a Shopaholicfor the umpteenth time this month.

“Do you really have to go?” Caia’s lips were trailing hot kisses along my neck, her leg possessively draped over my hips. We were deep into her favorite movie, and she wasn’t letting up.

We’d reached a compromise on movie nights: one of uspicks, the other endures. Today was her pick, and apparently, she was set on this goddamn film again. I almost rolled my eyes but stopped myself; I knew she clung to this movie like a security blanket.

“Yeah,” I sighed as she nuzzled into me, her warmth making it hard to leave. “Volk’s expecting me at the casino tonight.”

“But it’ssolate,” she pouted, her fingers drawing lazy, distracting patterns on my chest. “Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“Nyet,” I said, pressing a rough kiss to her lips before slowly pulling away. “Don’t wait up, alright? I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

She crossed her arms, giving me a playful but annoyed look. “You’re way too loyal to him. You’re making me think you love him more than me.”

I laughed, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her so her legs wrapped around my hips. “Don’t get all jealous on me. I’ll be gone a couple of hours at most. Volk’s like a brother, but you, Caia Romaniev, are mywholefucking world.”

Her frown turned into a teasing smile as she leaned in for a kiss, her lips lingering on mine before I pulled back, smirking. She sighed, “Tell him he’s gotta stop taking you away from me.”

I set her down on the couch, pressing one last rough kiss to her lips. “I’ll tell him.”

With that, I headed out, leaving her behind as I made my way to the parking lot.

I threw my jacket onto the table. “Where did you find him?”

“At the airport,” Volk chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette and propping his legs up on the small metal table. “Marina spotted him getting into a cab, trying to bail with a suitcase.”

Typical Marina.

"Thank her for me but spare me the details," I said, holding up my hand to stop him before he could start blabbering. I didn’t need to hear about how he’d thank her with his dick.

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