Page 62 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

I nod.

Each time she impales herself on me, I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive.

She begins to circle my cock in her, driving me absolutely mad. Faster and faster she goes, her pace erratic and wild. The sensations are overwhelming, my hold on her hips the only thing grounding me in this whirlwind of sensation.

I can feel the heat building inside me as her movements become more erratic. "Sofia," I groan, desperate for release. "I'm going to-—”

"Vlad," she moans at the same time, her voice breaking as her climax approaches. "I—”

"Come with me," she hisses, her eyes locked on mine. "Now!"

I close my eyes, feeling my own release building, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I feel her pussy begin to convulse, and her mewls grow louder.

With a final push, she slides down to the root of my cock and holds herself still, waiting for me to join her. I look into her green eyes and give one last thrust into her depths.

"Sofia," I growl out her name like a prayer, and then it's over. With a roar, I spill deep inside her, shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

Sofia digs her nails into my chest, and I can feel her tighten in waves around my throbbing cock. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal.

Gently, she lifts off me. I pull her into my arms, breathless and spent, the sweat glimmering off both our bodies.

For a moment, we lie there in silence, the air thick with the aftermath of our passion. I turn my head to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

"That was…" I trail off, searching for the right word.

Sofia turns to face me, a rare smile playing on her lips. "Unexpected?"

I chuckle, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Incredible," I correct her.

“Just don’t tell my husband, Adam.” She gives me a wink.

“I wouldn’t dare, Natasha,” I laugh, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

Chapter 22 - Sofia

I step into the grandiose hotel lobby, my eyes widening at the opulence surrounding this place—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and the soft hum of excitement in the air. Vlad's hand rests on the small of my back, guiding me forward.

"Welcome to my world, Sofia," he murmurs, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I arch an eyebrow, fighting the urge to lean into his touch. "Your world? I thought I was already living in it."

Vlad's lips quirk into a half-smile. "This is different. I want you to be a part of everything—no secrets, no barriers."

The statement catches me off guard. My brothers had always kept me at arm's length from their business dealings, treating me like a delicate flower that needed protection. But Vlad… he sees me differently.

And that means the world to me. Finally, I feel as though someone understands what it is I yearn for in this life. A chance to learn something new, to prove myself.

As we weave through the bustling lobby, I notice how people part like the Red Sea before Vlad. Hushed whispers and respectful nods follow in our wake. It's both thrilling and intimidating.

"So, are you going to give me the grand tour?" I ask, injecting a hint of sass into my voice to mask my genuine curiosity.

Vlad's eyes gleam with amusement. "Eager, are we? Very well,Myshka. What would you like to know?"

I bite my lip, considering. "How about we start with the basics? Like how this glitzy establishment fits into your… shall we say, less than legal activities?"

He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he speaks in a hushed tone. "The hotel and casino serve as fronts for money laundering. It's a complex operation. We bring in the cash we need to convert into white and show it as losses by patrons in the books. We can slide it into our accounts, no questions asked."

I nod, absorbing the information, thrilled to finally be privy to these secrets.

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