Page 166 of Sweet Deception
“Doing just that, Printsessa,” he rasped into my ear, his breath hot. I was dripping, wetness slicking my thighs, the pleasure so intense I lost myself. When I came back to my senses, my teeth were sunk into his shoulder, my climax crashing through me.
“Yeah... cum for me, baby,” he urged, pounding harder.
“Gleb...” My body trembled, voice breaking. “Don’t stop... please...” I shook as the waves hit, digging my nails into his back, sucking his lips with desperate force. He kissed me back, just as fierce. “I fucking love you,” I panted, still reeling.
“I love you too. Always will.” He set me on the bed’s edge, legs spread, and knelt between them. His mouth found me, lapping at my wetness, teasing my clit with soft nibbles. “Gleb...” I moaned his name like a prayer.
“Yeah?” he growled, devouring me with a passion that sent me spiraling.
My hands pressed his head closer, urging him on. “So good...” My walls clenched, another orgasm building. “I love your mouth on me.”
He grinned against me, intensifying his efforts until I shattered again, thighs locking around him as I came, breathless and spent. I collapsed back, exhausted, my body humming.
“Tired already?” He loomed over me, stroking himself, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m not done with you, sweetheart.”
I laughed weakly. “I want more.” It was half a lie, sleep was tugging at me but I’d never tire of him.
“Liar,” he teased, voice softening. “Sleep, Printsessa. We’ve got forever.” He kissed my navel, then scooped me up, laying me fully on the bed. I melted into the sheets, thinking how I’d fuck him every day of my life if I could. He was that damn sweet.
As I drifted off, his arm draped over me, I felt it, peace. Valentina was gone, our families tamed or silenced, our enemies a fading memory. It was just us now: me, Gleb, and Lila. The life we’d fought for, ours at last.
Epilogue
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GLEB
The room stank of cigarette smoke and sweat, the air thick with the weight of men who’d kill for me, or die if I asked. Eight of them sat around the table, my lieutenants, their scarred hands resting on maps and ledgers. We were deep in Moscow’s underbelly, my office a fortress of concrete and steel, discussing the latest hit on our shipments. The Italians were testing me again, and I wasn’t in the mood for games.
Anna was there, against my better judgment. She’d insisted on sitting in, saying she wanted to understand my world. Her world now. She perched on a chair near the wall, her sling gone but her shoulder still stiff, dressed in one of my black shirts and jeans that hugged her too well. I’d told her to stay out of sight, but she’d smiled that soft, stubborn smile, and I’d caved.
Now I regretted it.
Dmitri was talking, my second-in-command, broad as a bear, with a face carved from stone. He leaned over the table, pointing at a route on the map, his voice a low growl. “We hit them here, boss. Cut their supply line before they regroup.”
I nodded, half-listening, my eyes flicking to Anna. She was watching Dmitri, her head tilted, lips parted just enough to show curiosity. Too much curiosity. Her gaze lingered on his hands, his shoulders, the way he moved with that brute confidence. Itwasn’t lust, not exactly, but it was something. Interest. And I didn’t like it.
My jaw tightened. I shifted in my chair, forcing my focus back to Dmitri. “Make it quick. No loose ends.”
He grunted agreement, and the others chimed in plans for blood and profit. But my attention was split. Anna shifted, crossing her legs, her eyes still on him as he cracked his knuckles, oblivious to her stare. She didn’t even glance my way.
Heat crawled up my neck. She was mine, mine to protect, mine to touch, mine to ruin if I wanted. Not his. Never his. I’d almost lost her once; I wasn’t losing her to some fleeting glance at a man who’d snap her in half without blinking.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, keeping it low under the table. My thumb moved fast, typing out the words burning in my skull.“Keep looking at him like that, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk tomorrow.”
I hit send.
Her phone buzzed on her lap. She blinked, startled, then picked it up. Her eyes scanned the screen, and color flooded her cheeks, pink at first, then red. She snapped her head up, meeting my gaze across the room. I didn’t smile, didn’t soften. I stared her down, letting her feel the weight of it, anger, want and promise.
She swallowed, shifting in her seat, her thighs pressing together. Good. She got it.
“Boss?” Dmitri’s voice cut through. “You with us?”
I didn’t break eye contact with her. “Yeah. Finish it.”
He shrugged, turning back to the map, and the meeting dragged on, details of ambushes, payoffs, revenge. Anna kept her eyes down now, fingers fidgeting with her phone, but I could see the flush still on her neck. She knew I wasn’t bluffing.
When it wrapped, I stood, barking orders. “Dmitri, you lead. Rest of you, move out tonight. No mistakes.”
