Page 109 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

“Like that,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Dima circles his fingers over my nipples and pinches harder than I ever thought I’d like—but fuck, I like it so much I almost come again from that sensation alone.

My body is liquid heat. Every thrust feels like a wave moving through me. All I can do is cling to the mattress and wait for the next delicious onslaught.

“Fuck me as hard as you can, baby,” I gasp. “Make me come again.”

Dima curses under his breath and grabs my waist in a tight grip. He spears me onto him harder and faster than I’ve ever felt before. It takes every ounce of self-control in my body not to scream out in absolute ecstasy.

And then that self-control is gone. One thrust blends into the next. I’m practically weightless, levitating as he bends me how he wants and takes me how he wants.

And what he was is what I want. Every thrust feels like another orgasm. I lose count. I lose my voice. I forget to breathe.

Until, at some point, it all ends. We collapse onto the bed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, and suddenly Dima is kissing me everywhere, pressing his gentle lips all the way up and down me again and again. It’s like being carried back down to earth in a cloud.

He’s gentle. Tender. Delicate. Enough to rock me into the softest sleep of my life.

Then he whispers in my ear that he loves me.

And just like that, I’m ready to go all over again.

39

Arya

When I wake up later in the morning, Dima isn’t there. Instead, there’s a note.

Back later. Business to handle.

Before I can even process his absence, there’s a knock at my door. “Who is it?” I call.

No answer.

I throw on some clothes rapidly and then open it, wondering who’s knocking on my door first thing in the morning. I wrench the door open to find…

“Ernestine! June!”

I sweep them both up in a crushing hug. It’s so good to see their faces again. Dima has been keeping them protected away from the action. But God, I’ve missed my makeshift family.

“Wait a second. Why on earth are you here?”

“That’s not nice!” June protests.

I laugh. “I’m sorry. I mean, of course I’m glad you’re here. But…”

“Dima had a lot to do today,” Ernestine explains, “so he mentioned you’d be free. We thought we’d come over and keep you… company. Brunch and makeovers for us ladies this morning.”

Ernestine looks away. I notice June hiding a smile.

“What am I missing here?” I demand.

“If you don’t hurry up, young lady, it’ll be brunch that you’re missing,” Ernestine says with a mysterious twinkle in her eye and a laugh in her voice. “Now, let’s go!”

On our way out, we run into Gennady in the hallway.

I start to say hi to him when I notice something in his hair. I pluck it out for him, thinking it’s a piece of fuzz, but it’s a piece of gold confetti. “What is this?”

Gennady rips it out of my hands. “I went to a, uh… strip club?”

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