Page 74 of Sinful Promise

“I’m sure.” I sit up, taking the coffee cup from her petite hands. She bends down to drop a quick kiss on my cheek.

I raise an eyebrow. What did I do to deserve her affection?

“Thank you for last night. Your friends are very nice. By the way, what does Francesca do? She and Irina seem very tight, like best friends tight.” She pauses and gets that far-away look. She must be thinking of her friend Katsia.

“They are, actually. They have a lot in common.”

“Such as?”

“What’s with all the questions so early in the morning?”

“No reason. Girl stuff, that’s all.”

Dasha is dressed in a swimsuit, and her sheer coverlet clings to her shoulders. I sip my coffee and check out her curves. All I want to do is grab her boobs and fuck her until she comes on my cock.

I down the coffee and notice we’re moving. The Italian coast is on my right, indicating we’re heading home. Given the position of the sun, it’s later than I expected.

“We’re hanging out on deck. I hear we’re returning to Monaco, so we’ve decided to make it a day of drinking mimosas and relaxing under the summer sun,” says Dasha.

“Sounds great to me. I have some work to handle today, so I’ll join you later.” I fling the sheet back.

Dasha pretends to be drinking from her cup, but I know she’s staring at my morning wood through her eyelashes. She inhales sharply and fumbles, placing her cup on the nightstand beside mine.

I growl as I leap from the bed and grab her around the waist.

She shrieks.

“I’m going to bend you over the bed and fuck you.”

I let her go, quickly grab a condom from the nightstand, and slide it over my rock-hard cock.

She escapes me, which only fuels my desire to make her submit.

I let out a hearty chuckle as I catch her in the bathroom. She squeals, but she’s laughing.

I hold her close. Picking her up, I carry her to the bedroom and toss her on the bed.

She smiles up at me. “And what are your intentions, Roman Volkov?”

“To make you mine and to fuck you until you scream my name when you come.”

“Mm.” She slips off her bottoms and unties her top, letting her boobs tumble out.

She shimmies across the bed, and I tackle her and kiss her hard. She kisses me back. She’s feisty today and flips me onto my back. She’s lost her shyness and wants to be on top. I love letting her take control of her desire as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. The pleasure is exquisite.

I grab her boobs, playing with her nipples and rubbing them until they are hard. She grips my shoulders and rocks her hips, grinding against me. When I feel her quicken, I arch my back, giving her more of my shaft. She cries my name when she comes.

I flip her over, thrusting with long strokes as I lose myself, suspended somewhere between peace and euphoria. It’s a state of mind and pleasure I wish I could hold onto longer, but it evaporates almost as quickly as it came. I cling to her. She’s my goddess of all things good in the world. I groan as I fill the condom, shuddering under the intensity of a quick, excitable fuck. The fact that she yelled my name pleases me.

Now, I need to shower, and it is with regret that I have to speak to Andrian.

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Alexand I are in my office. I use the computer with an encrypted VPN to call Andrian. Undoubtedly, my enemy has sophisticated technology and is eager to pinpoint my location.

He answers in Russian.

Without preamble, I say, “You have something of mine, and I want compensation.”

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