Page 18 of Lethal Hearts

Alfonso Vitale had initially been skeptical their marriage would work but the old man and Mikhail were on better terms now. Then again, Alfonso was slowly recovering his losses, thanks to their marriage union.

Harper opened one eye to peer at him. Mikhail chuckled and wondered if she had been pretending to be asleep all this while.

“You’re still here,” she said, sounding surprised. Harper sat up and checked the wall clock hanging opposite the bed. The comforter drooped, exposing her scrumptious breasts.

“You want me gone, wife?” Mikhail teased.

He leaned over, tracing her right nipple until it hardened under his touch. Then he gave it a squeeze, making her moan. The little minx turned toward him after he released her. Harper pressed her heavy breasts against his chest and kissed him.

Mikhail automatically slid his hand over her nape and took over. Mikhail plundered her mouth, loving the familiar heat and taste of her. He was already dressed for work in one of his favorite suits but it wouldn’t be hard to take off his clothes and have a little morning fun.

“Not at all,” Harper murmured after the kiss.

She peeled the rest of the comforter away from her body, then nimbly climbed on his lap. God, but she looked glorious. This must be one of her favorite positions.

He banded his arm around her, pulling her close for another mind-numbing kiss. She panted afterward, tugging at his tie.

“Won’t you be late for work? I recall you mentioning last night that you have a morning meeting,” she said.

Mikhail groaned, because he’d forgotten all about that meeting. Well, his shareholders could wait a little while longer while he indulged himself on his wife. Mikhail had prioritized his business over his personal happiness for years, after all.

“This is your fault, you made me hopelessly obsessed with you,” he told her.

“It’s my fault that you can’t have enough of me?” Harper asked, raising one eyebrow.

She experimentally rubbed her exposed pussy against his trousers, making him twirl his fingers into her hair. Mikhail didn’t care if his trousers got ruined. He had plenty of them in spades.

“Keep doing that. I want to see you get off this way,” Mikhail ordered.

He was pleased to see a blush appear on her cheeks and neck. She wanted to be playful? So be it. He tugged her face closer to him, using her hair as a handle.

Harper rested her hand on his chest, breath hitching. Mikhail could practically feel her excitement by the way her entire body seemed to vibrate against his skin. God, but he was crazy for her. In love with her even, although he never truly understood that word until he met Harper. Mikhail knew right there and then he’d burn the entire world for her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.“Suddenly lost all your nerve, wife?”

“No,” she simply answered.

A spark of defiance appeared in his eyes. Then she began humping his leg until the fabric grew wet. She moaned, furiously rubbing her tits against his shirt.

Watching her move back and forth made his dick hard. Mikhail undid his pants, then caught her shoulders. He reversed their positions, so Harper was now lying underneath him. She smirked at him, reaching for his dick, and guiding it to her wet pussy. Mikhail caught her hands and pinned them above her head. Then he entered her in one sure thrust, making her cry out.

“Yes,” she whispered.“Fuck me hard, Mikhail.”

Since she asked him so nicely, Mikhail complied. He pushed in and out of her, alternating between fast and hard strokes. Mikhail wanted to hear her beg for mercy.

By now, he knew every secret spot in her body, knew which places to tickle her to make her laugh or cry out. Pleas spilled from her throat as he brushed against her sensitive clit with every push.

It didn’t take long for Harper to reach climax. She screamed out his name and he watched her splinter, silently savoring her sweet cries, the way her body shuddered against his. Mikhail pumped into her a few more times, before filling her with his seed. It was only a matter of time before he got her pregnant, and she’d bear him an heir.

Later, as he stroked her hair and she cuddled against him, it struck Mikhail that it wasn’t just an heir he cared about.

Carrying the family legacy was important, sure, but he was looking forward to being a father to their child, to having a family with Harper. That thought would have frightened him once upon a time but not any longer.

“Are you sure you need to go to the office today?” Harper had the audacity to ask him. Mikhail only laughed and kissed her on the mouth.

“I’ll think about it,” he told her.

Chapter Nine

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