Page 64 of Cruel Redemption

I lifted the skirt on her dress to her hips while she quickly unfastened my belt. I staggered backward on the couch, shirking the pants to my thighs. It was desperate and angry. A need we had to satisfy. I slid her underwear just slightly off center as I sat on the couch. I didn’t care if this was the last time I ever fucked her. I would sear my body into hers. We would remember the moment we said goodbye for the last time.

“Fuck me,” I commanded.

She sank onto my erection with the force that would have broken most men. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her eyes were crazed with lust and passion.

“You ruined me the first time we did this,” she seethed.

“You weren’t the only one.” I lifted her by the waist, slamming her over my swollen head. She screamed out. I lifted her again, letting her ride out all the anger, the frustration, the passion. “I’ve never been the same, kotyonok,” I moaned.

“Ty moya,” she growled.

My eyes opened and I stared at her. This wasn’t angry revenge sex. It wasn’t goodbye sex.

My hands moved to the side of her face. I crushed another kiss against the sweetness of her lips.

“You hate me,” I moaned.

She rode harder and faster. She panted. The tears streamed along her cheeks.

“I forgive you, Luka,” she whispered. “I could never hate you.”

I pulled her from my lap and spun her so she was lying with her back was on the couch. I positioned myself over her, sliding into her heat with a slow thrust. I didn’t know it would happen so suddenly but she shattered around me. The orgasm spilled through her body as she gasped for air and gravity.

“Shh shhh.” I tried to quiet her. “Good girl.” I grinned at her, kissing the side of her neck and her throat. She was mine. This woman would always be mine. “Now I’m going to take my time with you. Fuck you slowly. Fully. Completely. Because you are fucking mine.”

“Luka,” she breathed against the side of my face. “I really do forgive you.”

“Why?” I had to ask.

“Because I remember the war between our families. I remember what our fathers did to us. I know if I had to choose back then…” She jutted her chin forward. “I would have chosen you too.”

“Oh fuck me.” I pushed inside her. The darkness had lifted. Finally, I had the redemption I never thought I’d taste.

“I’ll never stop,” she moaned.

“No. Neither will I.” I lifted her hips and buried myself inside her.

Ciro began beating on the door. “Go away,” Amara called. “I’m fine.”

I quietly spun her on her stomach. “We aren’t leaving this office until we are completely convinced of our ultimate and complete salvation and forgiveness.”

She wiggled her ass toward me. “Fuck me, Luka,” she whimpered. “Just fuck me.”

PARTONE

Epilogue

Six Months Later

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I exhaled. The dress was perfect. White. Silk. Delicate straps hugged my shoulders. The slip dress’s V-cut was deep enough to catch Luka’s attention. I wore my mother’s diamond earrings. I dabbed one more layer of mascara on my eyelashes. I didn’t have any more time. This was it for the last-second touchups. It wasn’t as if I could be late for this event. Everyone was waiting for me. They would be watching every step I took.

I shoved the makeup into the snakeskin pouch and zipped it quickly. God, I hoped I was ready for this.

I stepped into the Christian Louboutins I had bought to match the dress. They instantly added inches to my already tall frame. But Luka liked my legs in high heels. He would love all of this, I was sure of it.

I touched the pearl and diamond necklace at my neck. I smiled. It had never been more perfect or appropriate than wearing it tonight.

“Knock. Knock. You ready?” It was Katya.

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