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Kirill loves me. He. Loves. Me.

CHAPTER 7

Kirill

That was it. I put myself out there plain as day so she knows exactly where I stand.

I’m a man who knows what he wants and I want her more than anything in the world. I pause, waiting for her reaction.

“You love me?”

“I never speak unless I’m certain, and I never say something I don’t absolutely believe in with everything I’ve got.

I swallow hard. “And I’m certain I love you, and you can believe in that…forever. You’re mine, and only mine. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my life. Hell, just the thought of another man looking at you drives me crazy, has rage rushing through my veins and savage thoughts of violence pulsing in my skull.”

I could feel my breathing kick up another notch, the look on her face at my words turning me on even more, even though I thought I was already at my peak. She brings out things in me I didn’t even know about myself.

Slowly her mouth moves until she lightly bites her lower lip.

“Even if you tell me to stay away I wouldn’t be able to. That’s the truth. You drive me absolutely crazy, woman.”

She exhales hard.

“Tell me you want this too?”

She nods.

“Say it. I want to hear it slide off those sweet, gorgeous lips of yours.”

“I do.”

“You do what?” I growl, damn near ready to explode.

“I want you, Kirill. I want you more than you could know. The stories my dad told…the way you look at me with such passion in your eye, heck in your whole being…the life you live never having to worry about anything because you’re so dominant, so alpha, and so feared yet revered by all.”

“There are plenty of worries in my life, but when I’m with you they all disappear. And they will never find their way to you. I’ll handle anything and everything. All you have to take care of is the family we will have together, and my raging need for you, but that’s an impossible task.”

“I can try my best, but I have to tell you something about that. I need you to know things might not be perfect at the beginning.”

“It is the beginning and you are perfect,” I snarl. “Anyone that tells you otherwise can come see me, and they’ll never be seen or heard from again.”

“It’s not that, it’s just that, well…you know this is my first time, right?” she whispers.

I groan and my eyes close as my head falls forward into the crook of her neck. “A virgin,” I snarl. “Mine and only mine…always.”

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you, Kennedy,” I moan into her ear. “I have to be inside you, need to claim you. Absolutely must fuck you until you can’t walk straight, until you’re pregnant with my baby.”

“Then do it, Kirill. Fuck me and fuck me good, the way you want to, because that’s exactly what I want.”

“Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I growl, quickly moving us toward the desk.

CHAPTER 8

Kennedy

It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I can’t breathe, can’t think, and thank god he’s the one who’s supporting me because there’s no way I’d be able to put one foot in front of the other.

He was like a beast, a savage predator that had crawled out of his cave after a lifelong hibernation just waiting to devour its prey. But that prey was me, and only me.

With my legs wrapped around his waist he carries me to his desk, sitting me down on the thick wood and quickly lifting up the bottom of my maid outfit.

I could feel the air on my panties, which he quickly jerks to the side, exposing me to someone for the first time.

But he’s not someone, or anyone, he’s everything.

He moans and then licks straight up my slit making my blood boil like molten lava, like he poured gasoline on a fire that was already raging out of control.

He’s hungry, so hungry for me, and I whimper at the sensitivity when he slides his tongue inside my wet channel, finding all those untouched nerves for the first time.

My head falls back and my hands try to support me by pressing hard against the desk, but I’m lightheaded already.

“My pussy,” he moans into my hole as he feasts on my flesh. His tongue slide up and flicks my nub, before taking it into his mouth and swirling it around. Then does a figure eight before sucking it in, blowing on it, and flicking it some more.

“I’m close, Kirill,” I whimper, even though I’ve never had an orgasm to compare it too. I don’t need experience, I just know, like I know he’s the man for me.

“Come on my face so I can claim your cherry and show you what you’re going to be getting every day for the rest of your life.”

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