Page 25 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

Forever.

Warmth is spreading in my body. I can’t hold back much longer. She’s too tight and too wet and too hot. I’m losing my grip.

But I want Arya to come with me.

I push on her chest until she’s sitting up and I have better access to her center. I slide my hand between our bodies, circling my thumb over her clit.

She gasps, and I can already feel her shuddering. She’s close again.

“Come with me,krasavitsa,” I snarl. “Come for me.”

Just as I lose control, jerking inside of her, Arya tips her head back and releases a long, loud moan. “Fuck,” she gasps, her thighs shaking around my hips.

“Let me hear you come,” I order. I rake my fingers through her blond hair and wrench her head back to expose her throat so I can taste her sweat.

She trembles. A shiver storms through her body. “I’m coming so hard. Again.”

Once we’re done, she collapses on me. We lay in the driver’s seat together for a few minutes, catching our breath and shaking.

Then she slinks back into the other seat, rearranging her dress as best as she can.

Nothing is solved when it’s over. Nothing has really changed.

But at the same time…

It feels like a whole new world.

9

Arya

We go back to the casino the next two nights.

Each night is the same. I stumble in, pretending to be half-drunk as soon as I arrive, and pick a table. On the way to my seat, I count every man in a suit with an earpiece. I count every camera. I count every exit.

When I come out of the casino, Dima is always there, waiting. I brief him on what I saw, what I did, and then he drives me home.

There are no repeats of our car sex escapade.

I know it’s for the best, but the short ride home is so filled with sexual tension that I have to disappear into the bathroom for fifteen minutes as soon as we get home to try and dispel some of the hunger in my body.

It feels like an exorcism. Except, instead of purging Dima from my mind and body, it only makes me want him more.

Every time I come with his face in my mind, he seems to take over a little more space in my brain. My body needs him to truly release. Nothing else will suffice.

I’ve tried thinking of something else, someone else, but it doesn’t help. Until I imagine Dima inside of me, underneath me, pinning me down and fucking me senseless, I can’t get there.

But as soon as his face swims into my vision, I come like a fucking geyser.

“Clock’s ticking.” Dima’s voice yanks me out of my thoughts.

I look around and we’re already at the casino. He’s parked in his usual spot. Except tonight, he’s wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt.

When he pulled up in front of the motel to pick me up in the business casual attire, I nearly jumped him. The nice clothes look dangerously good on him. The slacks are tight, showing off his muscular thighs, and the shirt hugs his broad chest and shoulders while emphasizing his tapered waist.

He looks like what he is—a don with more money and power than I could ever dream of.

“New orders tonight,” he says.

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