Page 49 of Defiled Innocence

Again and again until he stills and lets out a roar that should shake the walls. His hot cum fills me as his cock pulsates inside of me.

Out of breath and a little shaky, I hold myself up while he catches his own breath.

Moments pass before he finally slides from my body. He helps me turn around and sit on the bench before he swipes the towel from the floor and hands it to me.

I press it to my chest, too winded and in a daze to care much about his cum leaking onto the leather.

He puts himself back together and grabs his phone from his back pocket. When I look up at him, he has a twisted smile on his lips.

“They’ve all arrived.”

Dmitri

“We can’t allow them to keep your shipment at the port; what’s being done to stop them?” My uncle leans back in his chair, balancing his glass of whiskey on the arm.

“Kost is heading there this week to fish out the problem. It will be solved soon and the shipment sent off. But I agree, we can’t let Kozlov get away with getting involved here.” I glance at the door of the study.

Amelia has been a great success with my family. Everyone has fallen for her head over heels already. Every question and conversation was aimed at her during the entirety of dinner, and she navigated all of it with perfect grace.

After we’d finished eating, the women shooed us out of the dining room so they could have Amelia to themselves.

Anyone would be overwhelmed with all the attention, but she simply shrugged at me and said she’d let us know when the coffee and desserts were ready.

“Konstantin?” Nikolai clears his throat. “Your brother?”

I drum my fingers on the arm of my chair. How long can it take to brew a pot of coffee and cut up some cake?

“Yes.” I glance once more at the door.

“You think it’s wise to involve him again?” Arman questions.

The last time my younger brother was entwined in business dealings on my behalf, a war erupted back home.

“Kost knows who to deal with at the port. He’ll get it handled, and the shipment will be released. If I allow it to be delayed any longer, I’ll have to answer to some very upset dignitaries who have paid an obscene sum to be certain their weapons get into the wrong hands at the right time,” I explain.

Not making good on my part of a deal gives them leverage, and I make it a point to keep very few people out in the world who can claim to have that.

“In order for Kozlov to have gotten the Zhukov family who control the Novorossiysk port, they’ve had to have come to an agreement of some sort. Yusef Zhukov doesn’t like the Kozlov family any more than we do,” my uncle points out.

“And you wanted Roman to marry one of their daughters?” Arman frowns. The bad blood between my uncle and Arman has healed, but it’s no surprise that Uncle Igor would try to get involved with his oldest son’s marriage plans.

“I wanted Roman to marry.” Uncle Igor swipes a hand through the air. “The Kozlov girl wasn’t a horrible idea at the time, but once he told me about his engagement to Billie, I dropped it.”

“You have a habit of backing the wrong horse,” Nikolai jokes. “Maybe you should stay out of the matchmaking business.”

“Who’s making matches?” Uncle opens his arms wide like he’s tired of being the butt of their harassment. “All I ask now is my sons fill their nurseries so I can have dozens of grandbabies.”

“I’m doing the best I can,” Arman laughs.

They announced at dinner that Anya is expecting.

Igor swings his gaze onto me. “A few grandnieces and nephews would be nice as well. I can hear my sister complaining all the way from Russia that she has no grandchildren.”

“She’s said nothing to me.” I lift a shoulder.

“You lie straight to my face?” He leans forward, the levity dropping.

I grin. “Of course not, Uncle. You know her as well as I do, and she’s told me at length what she expects. I’ve gotten married; doesn’t that allow me at least a week before the screams for babies begin?”

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