Page 21 of Sinful Wrath

Turns out, Mikhail has no fucking idea how to skate.

As I drag him across the ice, it feels like I’m taking Bambi for a walk.

My cheeks are wet with tears from laughing so hard as Mikhail flails, his limbs splaying in all directions as he does his best to stay on his feet.

“All that muscle and no idea how to use it,” I choke, wiping my eyes as Mikhail falls flat on his ass.

It’s hard work dragging a six-foot-four hunk of muscle around an ice rink for a few hours. By the time we’re handing over our skates, I’ve worked up a considerable appetite. Thankfully, the next stop on our list is a fast food burger place that makes the most insane double cheeseburgers in the city.

“What can I get for you guys?” the server asks as we approach the counter.

Mikhail wrinkles his nose as he glances at the menu.

Before he has a chance to speak, I lean over the counter.

“We’ll take one of everything.”

“You’re crazy,” he mutters before taking a bite of his cheeseburger.

I glance around at all the food that covers our table and shrug.

“Perhaps. But I figure that as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, then who cares? You only get one life.”

“You sound like you were given six months to live or something.”

My body tenses.

More like six days…

“You should hurry up and finish your burger,” I state, changing the subject. “You’re going to want to give it time to settle before our next stop.”

My body is practically buzzing as we reach Bryant Park. It’s the last weekend of the carnival and there’s nothing more fun than carnival rides.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Mikhail grumbles as I lead him toward the Helter Skelter.

High on adrenaline, I drag Mikhail from ride to ride.

We spend hours exploring every inch of the carnival, enjoying copious amounts of cotton candy and pretzels while playing all the arcade games too. The sound of laughter mixed with the music and lights has me smiling so hard my cheeks ache.

Nothing feels better than this.

It seems Mikhail might finally be loosening up after the final ride.

I glance over to him as we climb out of our bumper car and the corners of his lips are pulled up into a smile.

A smug sense of satisfaction fills me as I lead him toward our final stop of the evening.

“There’s one more thing on the list.” I try to hold back my smile as I glance up at Mikhail.

His eyes narrow. “And what’s that?”

I smile at him, then reach up onto my tip toes so I can whisper in his ear.

“You’re going to fuck me right here in this haunted house.”

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MIKHAIL

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