Page 17 of Sinful Wrath

I’m not in the slightest bit tired, but I have averybusy day planned tomorrow, and I’m going to need my energy.

Letting out a frustrated huff, I shift onto my back and force my eyes closed.

There’s one trick that never fails to send me back to sleep, and after tonight, I have plenty of scenarios that can help me get there.

“This means nothing,” I state to myself before I let my mind become flooded with memories of Mikhail Koslov. Specifically, a naked, dripping wet MikhailKoslov.

My fingers trail over my breasts, my body arching into the touch as I picture him standing there in the water in all his glory. He really is insanely hot, and the endless tattoos and muscles give him the ultimate bad boy vibe that I love. That, mixed with the memory of his gloriously thick cock, has my pussy instantly wet.

I knead my breasts as I wait for the ache to build between my thighs, knowing that once I start fingering my clit, I’ll be orgasming within seconds, and I want to prolong this a little longer.

I’m very much enjoying picturing Mikhail’s impressive cock.

I ached to touch him last night, to wrap my hand around his length and pump it hard until he was close to spilling all over my hand.

The image has a rush of wetness flooding between my thighs at the thought of him climaxing.

“Oh god.”

Unable to wait any longer, I dip my fingers between my thighs to start working my clit, and I bite back a cry of pleasure as my pussy starts to clench.

Desperate to be filled by him, I’m whimpering at the feeling of emptiness.

I sink two fingers inside my pussy as my thumb brushes over my clit, but it’s not enough.

I need more.

I needhim.

From the look in his eyes, I know he would have happily fucked me right there and then in the water.

HIs hands would have gripped my ass, lifting me around his waist so he could thrust his cock deep inside me, hitting that sensitive spot that has me crying out with release?—

“Mikhail…” My back arches off the bed as I ride out my orgasm.

I’m so spent after that I collapse back against the pillows, sleep claiming me almost instantly.

Glancing at my phone,I wait until the time reaches seven A.M. before pocketing it again and wrapping my knuckles against the door to Mikhail’s townhouse.

“Rise and shine,cucciolo!” I bite the inside of my cheek as I catch the sound of Mikhail’s footsteps thumping down the stairs. “Three… Two… One…”

The door flies open, and I’m met with Mikhail’s very bare, very muscular chest.

I glance up to notice his hair is a little disheveled, and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of workout shorts.

My cheeks warm as I think of what I did last night, and I wonder if perhaps he did the same…

The thought has me clenching my thighs together.

“What do you want?” He is almost snarling, which only makes me grin.

I don’t miss the way his eyes roam over my body.

Perfect. My clothes are meant to cause a reaction from him. I’m wearing a dark burgundy knit dress that clings to my curves and knee high black leather boots. I left my hair loose around my shoulders to dress down the outfit.

“Oof, someone’s a grump in the morning.” My eyes flick down to admire the tattoos covering his chiseled abdomen.

I’m tempted to glance lower, remembering all too well what he’s packing beneath those gym shorts, but we have places to go and things to do, and the clock is ticking.

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