Page 61 of King’s Promise

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Anya

Aweek has passed. We’ve enjoyed hot evenings of incredible sex combined with Nikolay’s shorter workdays. I revel in his arms at night and how he puts on a façade when the men are around, like he’s not totally in love with me.

Cillian still has his white racehorse, Gracie. It normally wouldn’t be tolerated for the Irish to keep it. However, Nikolay ‘gave’ it to Cillian as a gesture of good faith in the hopes he’ll be able to keep the peace.

It turns out I’m the Queen of the Petrov Bratva as Dad left everything to me. He said he was proud of me for sticking up for myself and no doubt a law degree will come in handy with the business. He left me to provide for Mum and Katerynia. On a personal level, he even wrote he was sure Nikolay and I would have a long and prosperous life.

“You still want to get married?” Nikolay asks as he caresses the side of my face as we lay in his oversized king bed as the morning sun dances on the walls. “You don’t need me. I mean, maybe for protection, but you’re a wealthy woman in your own right.”

I pause, I never considered how much I love him, and in the course of our whirlwind courtship, I trust him. Getting married and having a career doesn’t mean I don’t want him to warm my bed at night and, more importantly, he’ll do his best to keep me safe. I fully understand our treacherous world and learned enemies can come at us from any direction and they don’t wear labels like my expensive wardrobe.

“There’s no one I want by my side more than you.” My eyes soften as I take in his handsome face and his once icy blue eyes are now as placid as a lake in summertime with blue skies overhead. I don’t know if it’s love or the wedding tomorrow, but I’d love to have children with him. I have fallen head over heels in love with this man who will stop at nothing to keep me and our future family safe. The thought of a baby and toddlers running around the secluded estate, mini replicas of us, warms my heart.

“Our marriage will merge our families’ and our empires,” he says.

“It’s what our fathers wanted. I’m so happy we ditched that oil stock.”

We both take a moment to remember our father’s and their ill-fated business decision. Granted, Grigory, Nikolay’s father, wasn’t heavily involved. We believe it was more of a guilt by association and he was held accountable for his friend’s questionable behavior when the powers that be gave the orders.

We laze around but the sun is our alarm clock, and we have guests arriving.

“I wish we had time to make love,” Nikolay says as he nips one of my nipples between his fingers.

“Not like we weren’t up all night. I mean, my girlie parts are still recovering.” I snicker.

“Just the way I want it. I don’t want to be far from your thoughts, ever.”

Like I could ever forget him; we’ve known each other our entire lives, and fate brought us back together.

He is generous with his kisses and our lips meet; I snake my hands around his neck.

“Damn it, if we continue my brothers will be waiting for a long time and idle time is the work of the devil, especially with Roman,” he whispers as he rolls off me with a groan.

He stands and his boner is ready for action.

“Maybe a quickie?” I tease him.

He turns, a wide grin graces his once broody face. “You read my mind, you wench.” He snickers. “Turn over,” he commands.

I prop up on all fours, he pulls me to the side of the bed, and the height is just right for his hard cock. He slips his fingers in me first, “You always taste so sweet,” he murmurs before I hear him licking his fingers like I’m the filling inside a cherry pie.

“I’m going in hard and fast,” he warns.

I brace my arms on the mattress and his pulsating cock enters me completely, filling my tight pussy as his hand lands in the middle of my back and my pussy gushes around him. It’s so hot when he places a hand on me. It can be as subtle as holding my hand as we walk, holding my neck in one position as he has me pinned against a wall as he takes me in his office, or stroking my body in foreplay.

I want him, all of him. He groans and my pussy walls tense around him, the friction is giving me chills, I clutch the bedding, and gasp for air as wave after wave of incredibly intense orgasms wash over me. I feel him spilling his seed in me. He collapses on my back, holding me to him as if he’ll never let me go.

He finally pulls his cock out as he stands and the warmth of his cum slides down my thighs. I’m filled in every sense of the word.

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Dmitry and Romanjoin us in Nikolay’s favorite living room, because he loves to hang out here with his brothers and Pavel. They can also crack a window and sneak cigars. I’ve caught on to the boys’ loopholes to no smoking in the house.

It’s time for pre-dinner drinks. They open vodka and pour for us all. I know better than to tell Nikolay he shouldn’t drink it. I’m sure he’s been through worse injuries.

“Thank you, brothers.” He raises his glass, and they all tap them and slug the liquid down.

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