Page 195 of Sinful Promises


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“Me or my cock?” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and dug my nails deeper in his skin. “Both.”

“That’s because I was made for you, dorogaya,” he winked, dropping a kiss on my lips.

I couldn’t help but smile. “And you were made for me too.”

He followed with another sweet kiss to my lips.

“Come on, cum for me,” he urged, moving faster and pushing me closer to the edge.

And then it hit me, pleasure exploding throughout my body.

I couldn’t hold back, and I moaned his name so loudly it felt like all of New York could hear, just like he promised.

His thrusts became wild and unrestrained as he whispered in my ear, praising me for screaming his name and coming all over his cock.

He then let out a deep groan, releasing my neck and grabbing my breasts, his nails digging into my flesh as he came.

Afterward, he slumped down next to me, his breathing heavy.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, and he drew me close, wrapping his arms around me as I nestled my face against his chest.

“Itak, eto ray,” he whispered against my head, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“What does that mean?” I asked, looking up at him.

“So, this is paradise,” he translated, a soft smile playing on his lips.

My heart fluttered.

“You’ll have to teach me some Russian,” I murmured, my eyes never leaving his. “I feel like I’m missing out.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “I’d be happy to teach you. Plus, I know a few ways to keep you focused.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He hummed, his voice dropping lower. “Da, and every single one of them involves my cock — whether it’s in your mouth, your pussy, or…”

I playfully interrupted him with a light slap on his chest. “You’re insane.”

Mikhaïl’s laughter rumbled beneath my fingertips as he leaned down, capturing my lips. “Insanely in love with my wife.”

Chapter

Forty-Seven

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”

? Robert Brault

Volk

“I hate surprises,” Sofiya grumbled.

I took her hand, guiding her down the steps of the jet.

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