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“You’re such a tease.” His fingertips tighten, but he doesn’t drag me back. “Do what you want. I’m yours, and I can take it.”

“You sure?” I allow him in a little deeper and tighten my pussy hard around him. “I can do this all day.”

“I doubt it,” he says. “Make yourself come on my cock,val’kiriya. It’s all I really want.”

I stroke my clit with my fingertips. It’s swollen and responsive to the slightest touch, firing my nerves with pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful.

The sensation makes my pussy ripple on Leon’s girth, and I throw my ass back harder, feeling him bottom out.

I grind against him, growing wetter, his thickness stretching me to the limit. My clit is a powerhouse of jangled nerves, and a heated feeling spreads through my solar plexus, catching like the embers of a fire.

This is gonna happen soon, and Leon knows it. A rumble of satisfaction escapes his throat as I move again, skewering myself on his length again and again.

“When you come, I’m gonna pin you to the bed and fill you up,” he says, his hands twitching on my skin.

“Okay.” I pause with him halfway inside me, giving him an assertive squeeze, and he grits his teeth in frustration. “But only because I’m agreeing.”

“Oh my God, you keepdoingthat,” he says. “I was so close again. You keep pushing me to the edge and pulling me back. When I come, I might die, but I honestly don’t care.”

I find my pace again, bouncing him in and out of me, and a sting of overwhelming pressure pushes my breath from me each time he hits me deep.

Despite his bravado, I realize he’s losing his mind—his words flow unfettered, dirty talk mixed with a desperate, wretched pleading.

“Moya zhena, ya umirayu zdes'.” I look around and see his eyes are closed as he speaks, as though he’s praying. “I’m dying here. Please, come for me, you beautiful slut. I can’t hold on anymore.”

Hearing him beg for release pushes me past the point of no return, and I cry out, my pussy spasming wildly as my juices flow.

It’s all the encouragement Leon needs, and he powers his weight into the small of my back, flattening me against the mattress as he slams into me.

My orgasm peaks over and over, pushed to new heights by his relentless thrusts, and I go limp, wrecked by the onslaught and pure, raw bliss.

Leon buries his face in my shoulder, his groan vibrating through me as he jerks rhythmically, unloading thick spurts of come into my shuddering pussy.

Neither of us can move for a few minutes. Then Leon shifts, rolling off my prone body and landing heavily at my side.

“You’re making a goddamn fool of me,” he murmurs. “I’m supposed to be a powerful man, but when you take control?”

He smiles. “I’m a slave. Your slave.” He throws an arm over me, pulling me close. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

EPILOGUE

One month later…

Emery

“Ideclare Bright Futures Family Home open,” I say. I snip the ribbon, and it flutters to the ground. “Everyone, please—come on in.”

Many people showed up for this event; politicians, businessmen, and anyone who needed a feel-good photo op.

The press cameras are flashing like crazy, and instead of hiding, I pop my hip and give them good face. Desi steals the show, though, striking poses and mugging for the photographers.

“Dr. Emery Bright.” A microphone appears in front of me. “Tell us about the groundbreaking work your new foundation has done.”

I smile and clear my throat. “Bright Futures was financed as a joint venture between my husband and my father; a real family business in every sense.”

I gesture behind me. “We have two state-of-the-art medical facilities—one here, and one at New York Presbyterian. We have some work to do to get it off the ground, but we’re ready to receive vulnerable people who need sanctuary and support.”

The press lady nods politely. She knows not to ask about my hot-as-fuck husband, who is standing beside me, trying not to draw attention. It’s impossible, though, not looking the way he does.

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