Page 53 of Forbidden Vows

“You’re my favorite addiction,” he whispers against my lips.

We kiss hungrily, starved for one another as the rhythm builds up between us. I clench myself tightly around his cock, welcoming every thrust as he pours himself into me. I listen to his ragged breath as he fucks me harder, faster.

I love the sound of skin slapping skin as he rams into me, roaring as he pumps me full of him.

Our bodies, slick with sweat and glistening in the afterglow, settle under the silken sheets while a cool breeze slips into the room through a cracked window. We’re nowhere near done, though. Anton’s appetite for me has grown, and I’m hopelessly desperate for more, every damn time.,

“Our lovemaking is the only thing that turns my brain all the way off,” I mumble, breathing him in as I draw invisible circles with my fingertips on his bare, splendidly sculpted back.

“Well, at least I’m making myself useful,” he chuckles softly.

“And then some.”

He knows what I mean. He feels it, I know he does. It echoes through me into him, reverberating with every breath. There’s more between us than physical chemistry, more growing than just the twins.

A few weeks later, morning finds me at the breakfast table, nursing a mug of hot cocoa as I gaze out the window. Ian is back to work, fully healed from being shot. Luckily, the bullet only grazed his side. He’s busy preparing the garden terrace, as we’re expected to join Andrei and Laura for a family business luncheon.

“There you are,” Anton says as he walks into the kitchen.

I give him a warm smile, taking a moment to admire how particularly dashing he looks in his dark blue suit. The white shirt and silver cuff links give him a regal aura, but it’s his smile that makes my insides melt, every damn time.

“Good morning,” I reply. He kisses me, then takes a seat at the breakfast table. “Coffee?”

“Is that what you’re having?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Nope.”

He leans forward and takes a whiff. “Mmm. I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Hot cocoa? Really?”

“You used the stuff from the red tin, didn’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Then I want some. That’s premium cocoa powder from Maison D’Or. They import it from a precious little cocoa plantation in the heart of Guatemala. A single scoop is like a taste of Aztec heaven, I swear.”

“You keep surprising me, Mr. Karpov,” I exclaim as I fill his cup with my precious, chocolatey concoction. “And you’re in luck. I always whip up a whole jug of it before I sit down for breakfast.”

“I know. It’s one of your little habits that always makes me smile,” he says with a playful wink. I like that he’s in such a good mood. “What did you mean by I keep surprising you?”

I can’t help but blush. “I like to consider myself quite the coffee and chocolate connoisseur. You know about my dream project, about opening my own café someday.”

“Yes, I do.”

“I find it nice to know that you’re also highly educated on the topic. Nobody else in this house seems to know what’s in that red tin or really cares.”

“Let me guess, you tried to tell Laura about how good the stuff is,” he laughs lightly.

“I did.”

“Laura’s an Americano girl, and she’ll be an Americano girl until the day she dies. Andrei, I’m afraid, is even worse. He actually calls that Starbucks stuff coffee. You’re sharing a house with people who know nothing about good, quality beans, be it cacao or coffee.”

I giggle softly, watching him take a long sip of his cocoa. “Either way, I’m glad you can appreciate this.”

“Just as I appreciate the fact that you slipped a sprinkle of nutmeg into this, didn’t you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Like I said, you keep surprising me.”

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