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He pounded me into the mattress, grunting like a wild animal. My orgasm raced up my spine as Roman’s grunts and groans grew louder. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together came faster and faster, as he got closer.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered.

His husky, sexy tenor had my pussy fluttering on his cock. In a flash, Roman pulled out of me, causing me to lose my orgasm as my body unfurled beneath his open legs. He stood over my chest, coming with a harsh groan.

I cried as I lost the heady feeling that would’ve taken me to heaven. The tears raced down my face, and I stuttered it all out with relief. “He uses me. He used to keep me tied up in the basement, and let his associates have their way with me. But he’s turned to the other girls, and I’m afraid of what he’s going to do with them.”

A loud sob ripped from my chest, as the emotions I’d suppressed this whole time threatened to overwhelm me. Roman gathered me in his arms.

“Good girl.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips. He laid down and rolled on top of me, slipping his dick back inside of me with ease. “You’ve earned your reward, my little killer.”

He fucked me slow and deep, holding himself off from coming again until I’d had at least four orgasms, to make up for the one he made me lose. He held me against his chest, and I laywith my eyes open for a few hours, realizing the implications of telling Roman my deep, dark secret.

If I didn’t kill Headmaster Mikhail, he would get to me first, and then every girl in The Academy would be fucked. I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Over my dead fucking body.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Roman

Long after Valentina fell asleep, I lay awake. I’d cleaned us both up before pulling her toward me for a cuddle. Headmaster Mikhail was a dead motherfucker. The fact that Valentina didn’t know about his sex trafficking ring makes this much worse.

I couldn’t do this alone.

Even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t involve the other leaders. There would be those who would want his head, and there would be some that would be on his side. This could cause another war.

Valentina lay next to me, her hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect waves. She let out a peaceful sigh and leaned into my side. I tightened my arm around her, not wanting to let her go. She was more than my wife; she was my partner, my confidant. And with each passing day, she became an irreplaceable asset to our business. I couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving.

I needed to get out of my head. These feelings that I’d never had before were pesky. They were taking up too much of mytime. I needed to get lost. That’s what Valentina was for me at that moment.

I ran my hands down her supple dark skin. My cock hardened against her thigh. With gentle movements, I parted her legs and observed as her eyes fluttered. I rubbed myself against her, panting hard on her neck.

I couldn’t help it. Everything about her turned me on. I wasn’t going to fuck her. I was just rubbing against her. I was planning on coming on the outside of her pussy and shoving my cum deep inside of her.

But then she gasped, “Roman.”

I froze mid-thrust and turned her face towards mine with a gentle touch. Her eyelids fluttered, but remained closed as she continued to sleep peacefully. With a soft kiss, I slid myself inside of her, my gaze never leaving her beautiful sleeping face, cherishing every moment of intimacy.

When she was like this, it was hard to believe she was a stone-cold killer.

Her cunt was so good as she throbbed around my cock, but her face barely changed. Her breathing picked up, causing her large, supple breasts to jiggle up and down. I reached up and pinched a nipple, before wrapping my entire hand around her left breast.

I squeezed, thrusting my cock slowly in and out of her wet heat. Her soft whimpers, in between her snores, were a sweet symphony that dragged my orgasm out of me before I was ready. I groaned harshly in her ear and thanked my lucky stars my cock was still hard.

I thrust my cum back inside of her, kissed her cheek, and lay back in bed, allowing my eyes to finally close. I fell into a blissful sleep with the scent of my woman on my skin.

The next morning,I expected to be woken up at knifepoint. It was a pleasant pastime between Valentina and I. However, she was still sleeping. As I glanced back and forth between us, a sense of sadness overcame me as I recognized the loss of intimacy. It wasn’t until the middle of the night, when my arousal had subsided, that I separated from her body.

My phone rang, and great uncle Benedict let me know that he was waiting for me in Alexie’s office. I had my own office, but since Alexie was still gone with Sloane, it was better to run the day-to-day meetings in his.

The men were free to enjoy his alcohol without his tyranny suffocating them.

I got dressed and ordered some breakfast for my wife. It would seem her attitude toward me was waning. I couldn’t help the smile on my face. It pulled at the scars on my throat, but I didn’t care. My woman was finally succumbing to me.

It was a heady feeling.

I entered my father’s office to find Benedikt sitting in front of the desk, sipping on his morning coffee.

“We have an interesting meeting this morning.” Benedikt didn’t even greet me, which was how I preferred handling business when it was family.

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