Page 83 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

She moans. “I’m going to come soon. Do you want me to come?”

“Not yet. Keep going.”

I can hear the pace of her thrusting. She gasps each time. I match her pace, sliding my hand up and down my length.

“More,” she gasps. “Please, God, let me do more.”

“Slide another finger in.”

There’s a brief pause and then a groan of relief. “I’m so tight.”

“Keep it slow.”

“I want more,” she whimpers, voice soft.

I bite my lower lip. “Put in another finger,krasavitsa.”

“Oh, God,” she groans. “It barely fits. I’m too tight.”

“Go slow.” Heat is building low in my belly. “Don’t rush it.”

“I wish it was your hand,” she moans. “It feels so good. I wish it was you.”

I can’t wait. Part of me wants to drag this out, to force her to hold off for as long as possible, to spend as much time in this moment as possible.

But my balls are bursting. Hearing Arya on the verge of pleasure, wishing she was with me—it’s enough to push me over the edge by itself.

“Fuck yourself. Come for me now,” I order. On this end of the phone, I’m thrusting myself into my own hand and quickly losing control. “Come with me.”

“I’m… I’m… I’m coming,” she squeaks. “Oh, God, Dima…”

I’m coming, too. A few more jerks, a spasm of the hips, and then I spill myself onto the bed with a primal roar.

We both go quiet for a few minutes.

“My men think you’ve made me weak,” I rasp finally to fill in the silence. “They’re wrong. They’re dead fucking wrong. I’ll see you tomorrow, Arya.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she sighs. “Goodnight.”

I pad into the bathroom and clean myself up. I haven’t had phone sex since I was a horny teenager hiding in my bedroom. Bursting with desires I didn’t know how to tame. That’s how Arya makes me feel now. Despite everything else we’ve been through, that hasn’t changed.

She makes me want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I’m walking back into the bedroom to strip the bedding off the sheets when I hear a noise coming from the doorway.

I spin around…

And almost don’t believe what I’m seeing.

“Ilyasov.”

My brother is standing in the doorway. He smiles. “I would have come in sooner, but you sounded… busy.”

I reach for the gun that’s usually on my hip, but it’s gone. It’s on top of the dresser. I glance at it desperately.

Ilyasov tracks my gaze. “No need to kill me, brother. I didn’t see anything. I left when I realized where the conversation was headed. Privacy and all that.”

“I could kill you for much more than eavesdropping.”

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