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She arched and lifted her hips as I buried my face between her legs. She tasted so sweet, and I couldn’t hold back my hungry growl as I swirled my tongue between her soaked folds.

Katya was drenched. For me. My balls tingled with need, but I wanted to see her coming first. She was fucking delicious, and I knew I could feast on her all day long.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she whimpered, and her hand shot to my hair, pushing me more into her pussy.

My greedy kitten. Mine.

I groaned as I doubled down on my efforts, eating her out with gusto. I could have died right then and there and been the happiest man alive.

I focused on her clit, watching her reactions. She was like an open book, so easy to read, and I made sure I repeatedly teased the spots that made her shudder and let out those sweet little mewls.

“Yes! Yes! That’s so good! Yes!”

Her words drove me wild and I dug my fingers into her hips, pinning her wide open for me. I felt like a starved beast that finally found the perfect feast. Katya trembled and whimpered, and I could tell she was teetering toward the edge.

I glanced at her, and my cock jerked as I found her watching me with what I could describe only as raw, primal desire. Katya threw her head backward as I plunged two fingers inside her pussy while licking and sucking on her clit.

“You taste amazing,” I groaned while devouring her.

She clenched around my fingers and let out another storm of moans that made my cock spasm. A wonderful tension spread through me, and seeing her so close to her release spurred me on.

I wanted her to come for me. Because of me.

And to scream my name.

Her body vibrated with need, and I growled as she desperately clutched at my hair, pressing my face into her pussy. I curbed my fingers, massaging her G-spot as I repeatedly thrust them inside her channel, and the lewd, hot noises she let out told me she enjoyed it.

“Fuck, Dimitry! Fuck! Yes! Dimitry! Yes!”

I thought I was going to come undone once with her as she surrendered to her climax while chanting my name. She came all over my face, and I greedily ate her up and fingered her faster and harder, heightening her pleasure as much as possible.

I glanced at her as she rode out the aftershocks, and God, that was the most beautiful image I’d ever seen. To watch her with all that pleasure glazing her eyes while she moaned and murmured my name switched so many buttons inside me that I thought I was in heaven.

She was my heaven.

Crawling up along her body, I kissed her, murmuring, “Mine,” and my heart exploded as she whimpered, “Yours.”

Chapter Thirteen

Dimitry

A few weeks later

Silence fell as I stepped into the room. I nodded a greeting to the men gathered, but my focus remained fixed on Chernov. The clown wore a stupid grin, radiating so much arrogance it made me want to vomit.

How the fuck had this pathetic excuse for a man ended up as Katherine’s husband? Worse, he had no idea how to appreciate her. I had to admit, knowing I’d just fucked her mere minutes ago while he sat here, oblivious, gave me a certain satisfaction.

I’d invited all the bratva leaders to this meeting, except for Katya's father. I knew the kitten didn’t want him involved.

I took my seat at the head of the table. The other leaders lined either side, with Chernov positioned right next to me.

He smirked, still unaware of the tension simmering in the room, or the fact that his wife was just in the next room, watching us. I couldn’t see Katya through the one-way glass, but knowing she was there added a special thrill.

“So, you finally decided to make amends,” Chernov said, puffing out his chest. “How much of Romanov’s territory did he offer you in exchange for Katherine?”

Hearing her name in his mouth made my blood boil. It sounded vulgar coming from him, and the way he spoke of her, as if she were a possession rather than his wife, disgusted me. This was the woman he had vowed to love, protect, and cherish, and he had failed in every way.

“I’m not interested in making amends,” I said calmly, leaning back in my chair. “I had Katherine lie to you because I knew you’d be too much of a coward to show up otherwise.”

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