Page 36 of Nikolai Petrov

Swiveling my hips makes his breath catch against my ear and he grinds himself harder against me. “My love, your punishment will be just as difficult for me. These are the burdens we bear for those we adore.”

Stepping around me, he lifts my hand, bringing my wedding ring to his lips. With a sly smile, he tugs me to his side to meet his children.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t a long table full of large handsome men and beautiful women. It’s a whirl of names and stories, so many it’s hard to keep track.

The crystalline sound of a fork against a wine glass quiets all the voices as my husband stands.

“Come, now that dinner is over, let’s have a drink in the study so this old man can give you all your gifts.” Nikolai with his gray beard and his Santa hat certainly looks the part.

The bloodstain where Tosya fell disappeared a long time ago, but my eyes still search for it reflexively. My life has changed so much since those days.

Nikolai pulls out his overstuffed leather chair from behind his desk so it sits at the front of how all of the furniture is arranged. His grip on my hand doesn’t loosen as he takes a seat, pulling me to face him between his legs. “Now, my naughty Natalia. Have a seat.” The golden flecks in his eyes burn with hunger as he turns me around to guide me onto his lap.

It’s a struggle not to gasp as he slides the swollen head of his dick into me with a smooth movement.

He’s so big it’s almost uncomfortable, but I’m afraid to move. Static electricity runs through my limbs and hums into my ears so I can’t focus on what he’s saying.

When he shifts to pick up a small box from the pile next to him, his fingers cinch onto my hip and he rolls just enough that some of the pressure lightens.

Until he sits back and drives himself deeper.

Pretending to cough to cover my whimper doesn’t help. It clenches my muscles tightly around him making his thighs twitch beneath mine.

He calls his sons up, one at a time to hand each one their package.

I forget their names. Their faces. Even their existence.

All I can feel is him and the undulating inferno he is churning within me one fraction of a movement at a time.

To give each one a polite smile when my belly is quivering on the brink of release is a sweet torture.

“Go ahead, open your gifts.” Nikolai’s warm voice percolates over me as he shifts me again, his mushroomed head dragging along the walls of my sensitive pussy.

When his hand sneaks under the hem of my dress to cover my thigh, I know I’m in trouble.

As everyone’s heads bow over their gilded boxes, he buries his finger to press firmly, but completely still, against my throbbing clit.

Squeezing his knee, I try to breathe through the urgent tightening inside me as he edges me closer to a screaming precipice.

“Keys?” Mikhail, the oldest, dangles a brass ring with a confused look. His eyes, so similar to Nikolai’s squint as he looks to his father.

My daddy, who’s buried to the hilt, laughs his deep baritone rumble that vibrates through me. “They’re for your new houses. One for each, so you’ll always have a home for your growing families.” His free hand raises and his legs press the floor, ramming me against his finger that makes an arduously long stroke over me.

I don’t think I can hold back much longer. All of my limbs are shaking, my sensitive nipples are raw against the thin fabric. A tinge of metallic taste trickles into my mouth. Shit, I think I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Yes, yes, you’re all very welcome. Now, go enjoy your new places. My wife and I have our own gifts to exchange.” His hidden hand flicks my clit, making me jump.

Amaia, Viktor’s girl, flashes me a look of concern.

“Baby kicked.” I feign pushing on my extended abdomen and give her a weak grimace, while I’m internally screaming.

She smiles and gracefully stands to take his arm.

Roman is the last to leave, his heavily tattooed arm disappears behind the closing door.

“Now,” Nikolai croons against my sweaty neck. “Do you feel you have paid your penance for breaking the rules?”

A shiver of delicious anticipation runs through me. “Yes, Daddy. Please, can I come?” My breath comes in tiny pants, every syllable is a struggle to get out.

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