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“What does that mean?”

“Gorgeous,” I whisper against her throat. She moans and presses her ample tits on my chest. “I need to be inside you,” I admit gruffly.

“Not yet,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of me.

“You’re going to make me come fast,” I groan, lifting up my shirt and taking it off while Cora’s nimble hands unbutton my pants. She yanks them down and then rubs my cock through my boxer briefs. I can’t hold out too long since I’m hard as fuck. I move her hands away and she pouts. “Calm down. I’m in control.” I free my cock from its confinements. “Open your mouth, moya Lyubov.”

She parts her lips. “Give me everything.” Her demand sent lust through my veins, so I cuffed her hair in my hand and tugged her head back, causing her to open her pretty little mouth.

“So sexy,” I moaned, pushing the tip past her pouty lips. “Fuck, that’s so good. Take some more.” I slid my cock halfway down her throat. She cups my balls and sucks my cock down until she gags. She backs off and then sucks me down again, using her other hand to stroke my length.

“Fuck, I’m about to come,” I roar, pulling my cock out of her mouth. “Up, I need to fuck that slick cunt.”

She’s on her feet with my assistance in a second. I lift her up and lightly toss her ass on the bed. She giggles as she bounces. Her huge tits jiggled, drawing my attention. Quickly, I ran my tongue over one of the stiff peaks and then sucked on her breast while I lined my cock up with her soaked core. “Yes, Dmitri. Fuck me.”

I pump into her over and over. I’m unable to stop the momentum, until I hear her crying out my name. “Dmitri, fuck I’m coming so hard.” She wraps herself around me, hands sliding into my hair. My sweet woman tugs on my hair as she orgasms around my cock. I flooded her womb, hoping that my seed would take. I want everyone to know she’s mine in every way.

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The club is packed, and I regret coming here immediately. She didn’t want to sit in the VIP section because she wanted to hit the dance floor. Indulging her, I let her move her body to the music while keeping an eye on her from the bar. Her movements harden my cock, but I realize that I’m not the only one observing her body move. Her hips sway to the beat, looking like a feast to be devoured and I fight the urge to hurt someone and take my woman home to fuck her.

“Volkov, it’s good to see you here tonight,” Maurizio Romano’s words bite. My urge to nab Cora just grew. Romano might be a criminal like me, but he’s a man of his word. Although I believe he has no interest in Cora anymore, I can’t fight the natural jealousy surging through my bones.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s one of the best clubs in town.”

“That’s what I heard.”

“Calmati, I don’t want problems with you or your future bride. The piece of shit has an expiration date and that’s all that matters. My connections there will dispose of my problem. Hell, keep the money as a wedding gift.”

“Why are you feeling so generous?”

“Let’s just say, I understand the appeal that a beautiful woman could bring.” I catch his gaze and it’s not following Cora, but rather a petite server.

“Best of luck.”

“Luck will have nothing to do with it.”

“I don’t recommend the drugging.”

“I’d never…well, not for her at least.” He chuckles and then his face hardens, and he storms away. Now that I’m alone, I decide the fun is over and it’s time to continue the party at home, so I grab my woman.

“It’s time to go, beautiful.”

“Who were you talking to?” she asks.

“That’s Maurizio Romano.” She gasps, clinging to me. “Relax, he doesn’t have an issue with us anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. Still, I’ve had enough of showing you off in public. Let’s go home and I can show you that you’re mine and no one will take you from me.”

“I’d like that.”

On the drive home, we sat in the back while Mikhail drove. “I’m tempted to fuck you right here.”

“Are you serious?” she gasps, eyes lighting up.

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