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I snort derisively. “Keep dreaming.”

“Oh, but I do dream,malyskha. I dream of what it will be like to fuck that tight little hole for the first time.”

I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s something I thought would come up, but whether I decide to grant him access tothat last part of me or not, one thing is for certain. It won’t be happening in the laundry room of his friend’s house.

Piotr slides a hand between my legs. “Or perhaps it’s this greedy little pussy you’d like me to take care of.” He holds his fingers up. “Look how wet you are for me,malyskha.”

“I’m drenched.” I meet his gaze and hold it as I push my hips forward. “Desperate. Just for you.”

“Fuck, Olivia.” Piotr unzips his pants and frees his impressive erection. A hundred years could pass and I wouldn’t tire of the sight, of knowing that’s all for me. “You’re so fucking…”

Whatever he was going to say is forgotten as he drives his cock into me so hard I scream. Piotr slaps a hand over my mouth. A man who doesn’t indulge in public displays of affection probably doesn’t want to share my screams with his business associates.

Something about him silencing me turns me on even more. As he pounds into me with harsh, unforgiving thrusts, my cries are muffled. With his free hand, he palms my breast, squeezing until my eyes water. He fists my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He bites my throat, hard enough to leave marks. I grab onto his shoulders and try to hold on as he fucks me. With his hand over my mouth, I’m not getting enough air. My head gets lighter until I think I’ll pass out. Strangely, it only intensifies the clenching at my core.

Just as the sensation threatens to overwhelm me, Piotr removes his hand and I gulp in air. He digs his fingers into my hips.

“Come for me,malyskha.”

He changes the angle of penetration, so he hits a sweet spot inside me and my pussy clamps down on his swelling cock. Mymuscles clench and then the tension is released as I come with a low, deep moan.

Piotr wraps his arms around me, and I drop my forehead to his chest. We stay like that for a moment before he gently pushes me off him.

“We’d better get you cleaned up,” he says. “Only I get to see you like this.”

I smile up at him. For once, he looks disheveled.

“As long as only I get to seeyoulike this.”

“That I can promise you.” As he stares into my eyes, there’s no doubting his sincerity. “No other women could ever compare to you, Olivia Rezanova.”

As he kisses me softly on the lips, my heart swells and a dangerous realization hits me. I’m falling for this man and I don’t know the first thing about him.

CHAPTER 15

Piotr

My wife’s face is exquisite. Her nose is long and straight. Her bow-shaped lips pout so prettily, and they looked incredible wrapped around my cock. What really draws me in, however, are her eyes. They’re blue like the ocean and as tumultuous as any sea when she’s upset. She has the longest lashes I’ve ever seen. Right now, they’re lowered as she looks down at her tablet, reading some book.

Olivia was up remarkably early this morning. We didn’t get back from Sev’s apartment until well after midnight, and then I fucked her twice. The first time was over the hall table. I made her watch in the mirror as I plowed into her from behind. The second time was in our bed, where I took my time to explore every inch of her before fucking her on all fours.

She had only five hours’ sleep before slipping out of bed, putting on her silk robe and coming through to the kitchen to read. Whatever she has in front of her, she’s completely engrossed. She barely acknowledged me when I came in.

As I pour myself a cup of tea from the pot, she finally speaks.

“Have you ever considered piercing your tongue?”

I set down the teapot and meet her gaze across the table. “Have I ever considered piercing my tongue?”

“Yes, you know.” She sticks her tongue out and waggles it at me.

Chuckling, I motion toward her tablet. I imagine the unexpected topic of conversation has something to do with her book. “What on earth are you reading?”

“It’s an MC romance.”

“A what?”

“A romance where one of the main characters is in an MC.” Her tone is imbued with the sort of patience people use when explaining something to a child. It makes me itch to spank her ass. “You know, a motorcycle club.”

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