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Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails leaving marks that I'll feel for days. Her eyes never leave mine as she climbs higher and higher, her breathing becoming ragged and unsteady.

"Dima, I'm so close," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation.

“Me too, Baby. Me too,” and I pound her so hard, bending just a little, to hit the spot I’ve grown so familiar with.

And then, she screams. “Dimaaa,” and closes her eyes. I close mine, too, feeling the ribbons of cum erupt into her pussy just as she tightens around me, milking every drop, her contractions rippling through her body, every muscle, every nerve.

"Fuck," I groan, reaching down beneath her to grab her ass. I slam into her one last time, my balls hitting her ass, and Iexplode, filling her completely. I stay in her, letting her ride out her orgasm until the last of her waves pass.

Chapter 17 - Lara

I double-check my reflection in the mirror, fixing the halter of the daisy sundress I have on. In a last-minute flash of inspiration, I put on some glimmer lotion on my shoulders and put my hair half up, half down, in that sweet, ditsy fashion I always used to love, but Dima’s never seen.

Today has to be absolutely perfect—a sunny day to thank Dima for the bright future he’s shown me I can have.

Dima has been so patient with me, helping build my confidence as I navigate the Bratva world of business. I owe him this surprise. Without their help hashing out the details, this never would have come together.

I make one final phone call to Sofia and Natalia to thank them for their help in planning this day, though I won't reveal what we've got in store just yet to Dima.

I can barely contain my excitement as I rush into the dining hall. Dima’s enjoying his typical Sunday breakfast—sausages, pancakes, and the works.

When I walk in, he looks up, and then his neck moves back. He takes in the sight of me with an appreciative swift glance over my body and then folds his hands back above his head and whistles.

I blush and rush over, unable to contain the excitement I feel. "Finish up. We're going out," I tell Dima, struggling to contain my grin.

He raises one single brow and looks even sexier, if that’s possible. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Now finish eating.”

“I’m done,” he says, getting off the table. Without a second thought, I grab his phone and wallet in one palm and his hand in the other and pull him toward the front door where our driver waits.

Dima's gaze lands on the suitcases in the trunk. "A trip?"

"Just get in the car," I say, shooing him into the backseat.

The driver pulls out of the driveway and onto the road leading away from the city. Dima studies me, curiosity etched into his features.

After a few minutes of silence, he takes my hand. "You're not going to give me any hints, are you?"

I shake my head, squeezing his hand. "Patience."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. "You're lucky I adore you."

Adore. The word still makes my heart stutter. I lean over and kiss his cheek, beyond grateful for this man and wishing for this to be a weekend he never forgets.

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The car slows as we approach the docks, and Dima glances out the window with a frown. "The marina?"

I nod and squeal. "We're here."

He breaks out into that charming, devilish grin that gets me soaking as he stares out of the window.

The driver pulls up to the pier, where an 80-foot yacht is docked, glittering under the afternoon sun. Dima's eyes widen. "Lara, what is this?"

"Surprise!" I cry, throwing my arms around his neck.

He hugs me close, still stunned. "You rented us a yacht?"

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