Page 34 of Nikolai Petrov

Her body is clenched so snugly I can barely sink the tip in. One of her hands braces against my leg. “Relax, baby. I’ll go slow.”

My abs shake as I struggle to not plunge into her, but keep my strokes short and fast. If feels so fucking good, I can feel myself starting to swell.

Each squeezing drive into her I bury myself deeper. Soon, her hand is tugging at the back of my thigh and a climbing continuous moan is pouring from deep within her throat.

When I’m fully seated and my belly is slapping against the wet of her cunt, I grip her hips with bruising force and rut into her.

A brush of my thumb over her clit releases a scream from her as her body clamps down on me with crushing force as she climaxes hard enough to lock me in. The flood of her ecstasy sprays between us, soaking my belly. Cascading tremors erupt from me as I spurt over and over into her until it feels like my nuts have turned inside out and I’m a dried husk that will blow away in the next wind.

My arms give and I collapse next to her sweaty body. “That, my dear, was magnificent. You’re such a good girl, letting me do what I want with you. You came so hard.” My cock softens and slides free of her ass, making her shiver against me.

Now that I’ve caught my breath, I shift out of the big bed and go to the bathroom to clean myself. With a warm washcloth and a big fluffy towel, I’m pleased to see she is drowsily curling her way between the pillows.

“Here, baby girl. Open your legs for me.” Her eyes barely flutter as she obediently spreads herself so I can gently wipe her clean.

“Mmm, that feels good, daddy.” A smile tugs her lips into a contented bow.

“Raise your hips.” Tucking the fluffy towel beneath her, I need to remember to give the housekeeper a raise for dealing with changing our bedding daily.

The events of the day run through my head as I snuggle against her sleeping form. Lows and highs. Wrapping my hand over her flat belly, I make a silent vow to keep them both safe.

“Next on KBHR news, two bodies were discovered this morning in a warehouse near the docks. Authorities suspect they are tied to the owner of the building, but it appears to be a murder suicide. Chief O’Connor will be releasing a statement this afternoon after the families have been notified.”

It seems my little present for Yuri will be passed along now. O’Connor did exactly as he was told. I pull out two cigars and hand one to Chekov. “First order of business is done. Now, this. Things are working out.”

The churning of the concrete truck makes a low growl in the background, but it doesn’t cover the shrill pitch of Svetlana’s screams.

“This works out good, boss. We finally got the permits now that Dawson’s wife has been gone, and we’re saving on concrete.” Chekov grins and bites the end off of a fresh cigar.

“That it does. I’m glad that Dawson has been easier to work with. Did his wife really refuse to leave Boris after everything went through?” From my brief interactions with Dawson, it wouldn’t surprise me that his wife would leave him. That guy is a cuck.

Boris is with my small crew of guys working the concrete pour. His massive frame wields a shovel as if it’s a toothpick.

Fuck, I bet his cock is as big as my leg.

My own twitches in my pants as I help my wife out of the SUV. Her copper hair glistens in the pale sun breaking through the heavy clouds.

The storm still lingers from last night. I help her deftly step past a fresh puddle. “Are you sure you wish to witness this? My hope is to shield you from the depraved side of our life.”

“I’m sure. I’ve spent too long sheltered. I’m choosing this life, I need to know the dark along with the light.” Her delicate jaw is set, but the grip of her fingers in my palm betray the conflict that rages within her.

“I’ll love you either way, little bird. In the darkness or the light,” I murmur against her temple.

She fixes me with her emerald stare before giving me a small nod. “Thank you for letting me choose.” Throwing her shoulders back, she steps closer to the hole where the foundation is being poured.

“This is the last house for my sons. It seems fitting that her treachery shall be forever buried.” As we step closer, we can peer over the boards framing the network of tied rebar within.

“So much concrete! I’ve never seen this done before.” She watches the men as they sweat and curse, pulling the heavy gray mud further down between the forms.

Svetlana is there as well. Lashed on her back to the metal bars, she’s destined to be added to the walls of the new building.

“Is that them?” Natalia raises her arm and gestures at the two hulking bodies lying between the upright boards.

“Yes, dear. Both of her goons. I didn’t see fit to see them suffer as they were following her fucked up orders. But, they still had to die for what they did to you.” My palm finds her hip as I snug her against my side.

She turns and gives me a wry smile. “Thank you, baby.” Releasing my hand, she steps closer to where Svetlana lies. “How do you like being held down?” Her voice carries in the morning air.

Svetlana opens her eyes, head swiveling until she sees Natalia standing over her.

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