Page 23 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Sergei

Scarlett’s content sigh was the best sound. Today, she had given me the best release ever, the most precious gift. I was still inside her, spent, and damn if I couldn’t go at it again.

“I wasn’t too rough?” I nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply.

My woman.

“No, not at all.” Her reply was soft, that of a well satisfied woman. And it made me feel smug. “I should get dressed though and get back to my hotel. I’ve been gone all day.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” I told her. She belonged here, in my penthouse. Except she didn’t know who I really was so I couldn’t demand that of her. Not yet. “I can take you back to the hotel early in the morning before anyone wakes up.”

She yawned, covering her mouth. She looked tired. After all, I have kept her up late every night since she arrived in Russia. I still couldn't believe my luck running into her. I felt like stars were finally aligning and the two of us were meant to be together.

“Okay,” she murmured, never opening her eyes. “But we can’t oversleep.”

I pulled out of her and tucked her into my side. I smiled, satisfied with the turn of events this week. It has been the best few days of my entire life. I would ensure for the duration of her stay in Russia to spend as much time with her as we both can. I wanted her to get to know me and be comfortable with me. Once she found out I was her intended husband, she wouldn't mind it. I couldn’t wait to marry her.

Abruptly she lifted up. “Oh my God!”

“What?”

Her eyes were full of fear and worry. “We didn’t use protection.” Her eyes darted to me. “We didn’t do it earlier today nor now.”

I frowned but then realization dawned on me. “That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” she murmured. “I’m not on a pill and you didn’t use a condom.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her.

“No, Sergei,” her lower lip trembled. “It’s not okay. I have to get a morning after pill.”

Fuck, I never thought lying to her would be this difficult.

So naturally, I lied some more. “I'll get you a morning after pill,” I grunted. “Go to sleep and when we get up, I’ll have it for you.”

She eyed me dubiously. “What doctor will give you a prescription for the morning after pill without seeing the patient?”

I chuckled. “This is Russia. You shall have it tomorrow before I take you back to the hotel.”

Pulling her back into me, I tucked her back into my side.

“Now let’s go to sleep. We cannot oversleep,” I murmured against her hair.

“Thank you, Sergei,” she whispered softly and guilt spread through me. I decidedly ignored it. She was practically my wife, promised to me for the past eight years. I was well within my right here.

Yeah, right. She won’t like it.

This damn angel on my shoulder was annoying the shit out of me.

I pulled her even tighter to me and buried my head in the back of her hair. I listened to her breathing slow down and knew the moment she fell asleep. No sooner was she out, I followed her into slumber, and for the first time ever, I slept with my mind at ease. My woman was next to me.

* * *

The sun wasn’t even up when I nudged Scarlett out of her sleep. It took me several attempts before she’d even stirred. I had already had my shower and made coffee for both of us.

“Stop,” she murmured sleepily, shoving me away then turning her slim back to me. She definitely wasn’t a morning person. Wrapping my arms around her, her back against my chest, I went for a different approach.

I showered her neck with light kisses, nibbling her ear. My hands played with her breast, her nipples between my fingers. I pushed my hard cock against her butt and a soft moan left her, followed by her pushing her ass harder against me.

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