Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“I want you to use me.”
His cock visibly jerked and throbbed at that.
“Use you?” he questioned.
Gio was a sadist. He liked humiliating me by forcing me to tell him my nastiest fantasies.
“Use me like your slut.”
He hummed in pleasure. “Come here, baby.” He lowered his head slightly but kept his focus on me. “Come here and kneel in front of me. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
I moved to him automatically, my mind and body knowing what it wanted. I sank to my knees and stared up at him, not caring that I was getting soaked.
His cock was so hard, thick drops of pre-cum forming at the tip before the water from the shower washed it away.
“My pretty little Russian doll wants some big, fat Italian cock. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded, so breathless.
He gripped that enormous dick in his tattooed fist and started stroking himself lazily. “You know what would happen if your crazy-ass brothers found out I took their little sister’s virginity and have been fucking her so raw she can’t walk right the next day?”
I swayed from the force of his obscene words. “They’d probably try to kill you.”
He chuckled, low and deep. “They could try,” he said in a tone that told me he didn’t give a shit, or even think Dmitry and Nikolai could hurt him.
“Enough talking. I want your mouth too full of dick to utter a word.” He gripped the back of my head, using my hair as leverage as he guided the crown to my mouth.
Gio smeared his pre-cum along my mouth like it was lipstick, and I greedily licked it off. I moaned at how good and salty he tasted.
“Open wide and show me how good you suck my cock. Be my good little whore, Tatiana.”
And I did just that.
Epilogue
DMITRY
We both collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, exhausted mess. Fuck, being with Claudia was like a straight shot of heroin in my veins.
She shifted so she was lying on her side and reached over to run her fingers along the tattoos that lined my chest.
I curled my fingers around her hand and brought them to my mouth, kissing each one before resting our conjoined hands right under my pectoral muscle.
“Do these all have a story?” she asked sleepily and let her fingers skate over my sweat-slickened flesh.
I was trying to catch my breath after fucking the hell out of my wife… twice.
And despite getting off twice already, feeling Claudia pressed to my side, her tight little nipples moving against my skin with every tiny shift she made, my cock hardened all over again.
Fuck, my libido was never-ending where she was concerned.
“They do,” I finally answered and turned my head so I was looking at her. I gave her a slow smile, one I knew turned her on.
Truth was, I didn’t want to talk about the tattoos. They all meant something horrific and dark. My first kills. The times I almost died. How I felt if there was hell, I’d burn there once I died for all the heinous shit I’d done in my life.
Maybe she sensed my shift in emotions, because she rose slightly and pressed her lips to mine. I knew it was meant to be a soft, sweet kiss, maybe one of comfort, but I wanted to fuck my wife again.
I tunneled my fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss. But she broke away, panting and shaking her head, denying me even though I knew she’d let me slide right in and take her all over again.
I pushed her gently onto the mattress so she was on her back, her gorgeous body naked so I could take a nice, leisurely glance over all that perfection. Her tits were bigger, her areolae a little darker. Her hips were filling out so that I could really grip them when I took her repeatedly.
And then I stared at her belly, the slight swell of it causing this primal reaction in me.
Pride. Happiness. Possessiveness.
My baby grew in there. My little girl.
I covered her belly and leaned in, kissing her skin and closing my eyes as I inhaled deeply. Claudia was only five months along, her belly still tiny. I couldn’t wait to see how big her belly got, to feel my baby girl kicking.
“I can’t wait to meet her,” I murmured and gave her belly another kiss. “My sweet baby, Mischa.”
Claudia ran her fingers through my short hair, and just a touch from her had my body reacting in the best possible fucking way.
I stared into her deep blue eyes that had transfixed me from the moment I looked into them. I knew then—even when I hadn’t seen her as anything but Amara’s younger sister—that she’d be special. I just didn’t know how special she’d be to me.
“I want so many babies with you, detka,” I murmured, feeling my body ratchet higher until I was ready to fuck her all over again. “As many as you want to give me.” I brushed my lips back and forth over hers before kissing her lightly twice.