Page 84 of Claim

“Oh fuck.” The words fall out of my mouth.

Killer. Black. Leather. Stilettos.

She wins. The word crotchless spins around my brain and I drop to my knees. Her dripping pussy is all I can think about, and I’m determined to do whatever it takes to have her on my face.

And I’m not even angry about it. Her in that outfit is enough to send any man on this planet wild and yet I am the one lucky enough to call her my wife.

Mine.

I, Mikhail Volkov. Head of the family. Ruthless killer. Am down on my knees, salivating over my wife to the point I am willing to bark for her so I can have her sweet pussy on my face.

“You are so beautiful, iskorka. So fucking beautiful.”

My chest tightens, I’m squeezing the leather around my fist so tight while she does a full spin for me.

Her ass. The lace. I take a deep breath. My wife can have whatever she wants from me.

With a short sharp breath out, I let out a deep-throated growl, and then I fucking bark like a dog for her.

She clenches her thighs together and runs her finger along her lip. I’ve given her what she wanted, now she will be sufficiently punished. Just after I have my fill.

“Here. Now.” I motion her with my finger.

As she takes a step forward I flip my palm at her.

“You want me to act like a mammal, so will you. On your knees and crawl to me.”

Her eyebrows raise and she shakes her head slowly.

“If you don’t get on all fours and crawl to me, I won’t let you come for a week. I’ll make your life a sexually frustrated hell, pretty girl.”

I’m not joking either.

She drops to her knees and places her palms on the floor in front of her, giving me the perfect view of her full cleavage.

“Stunning, baby. Come here.”

She tips her head down and I groan in frustration.

“Eyes. On. Me.”

They have the power to seduce any man and bring him to his knees.

Her blue eyes lock with mine as she slowly crawls towards me, swaying her hips. By the time she is close enough to me, I’m wild for her.

I reach out and grab her, rolling her onto her back and pinning her down with her hands above her head.

“How wet did me barking get you, hmm?”

Sliding my fingers between the fabric of her crotchless bodysuit, I thrust two fingers in easily.

“Fucking soaked.”

“Hmm,” she moans in my ear.

The sound of her slickness fills the room. She wants to play games, now it’s my turn. I withdraw my fingers and swipe them across her glossy lips.

“Open.” I command and she does as I say.

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