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“You fuck me, Lev Nikolai.” She panted, feeling her orgasm gather around her core.
“Good girl.” His fingers dug into her ass as he gripped her waist and fucked her even harder.
The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slamming together, their gasps and moans mingling with each other. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, their skin slick and hot to the touch.
Lev's mouth found her neck again, his teeth scraping against her flesh.
With every thrust, Zia felt her climax building again, the pleasure rushing through her like wildfire. She arched her back, her head thrashing from side to side as Lev's hips pounded into her.
“Fuck me, Lev,” she cried out, her voice ragged with desire. “Fuck me harder, please.”
His grip on her hips tightened as he plunged into her over and over again. Zia could feel his erection throbbing inside her, matching the rhythm of her pounding heart.
And then her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
Lev came at the same time with a powerful groan. He emptied inside her, kissed her cheeks, and held her for a moment. When they were both calm, he pulled away. “Clean up and get dressed; we’re late.”
As he walked away, a smile spread on Zia’s face. She would be sitting at a table with his family an hour from now, and they wouldn’t have any idea that Lev had just made her cum twice before dinner.
Chapter 20 - Zia
The driver brought the car to a stop when they arrived at Mikhail Nikolai’s mansion an hour later.
Zia’s heels clicked on the polished marble driveway of Mikhail’s mansion. Her breath caught as she tilted her head back to take in the grandeur of the sprawling estate.
A tall, white building towered above her. It was almost twice the size of Lev’s mansion. Bodyguards surrounded the property, each of them in black suits and holding guns. Their faces were void of any emotions, and they all looked like they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot anyone down if they trespassed.
One would think Zia would finally get used to being around the bodyguards after living with Lev for the past couple of weeks, but she hadn’t. They still scared her just as much as they would scare anyone else who wasn’t a part of the mafia.
“Are you ready to go inside?” Lev asked, holding his hand out to her. He looked dashing tonight as the moonlight streaked across his face.
She took his hand and nodded. “I was born ready.”
He let out a throaty laugh that made Zia’s heart squirm with delight. How could he not laugh often? She loved it.
“You should laugh more often,” she told him, looping her arms through his as he led her up the wide stone steps.
“Careful what you wish for, Mrs. Nikolai. You might fall in love with me if I do,” he joked, grinning from ear to ear.
She blushed because she knew he didn’t need to laugh to make her fall in love with him. She was in love with him already.
The white double doors, adorned with intricate carvings, swung open to reveal a foyer that took her breath away.
The floor was a mosaic of polished marble, reflecting the soft, golden light from an enormous chandelier that hung from the vaulted ceiling. Each piece of glass in the chandelier seemed to catch the light in a unique way, casting tiny rainbows that danced across the walls.
Zia's eyes widened as she stepped inside the foyer. She took in the sweeping staircase that spiraled up to the second floor, its banister an elegant curve of dark mahogany and brass.
The walls were adorned with tasteful, modern art pieces, each one perfectly lit by discreet, recessed lighting. Plush, cream-colored sofas and armchairs were arranged in intimate seating areas, complemented by sleek, glass-topped coffee tables. In the corner, a grand piano stood like a sentinel, its black surface gleaming.
This wasn’t a mansion like Lev’s home, their home, was. But Mikhail’s home was paradise. Richly and expensively decorated—either he or his wife had great taste.
The sound of footsteps descending the stairs caught her attention. A handsome man appeared at the top of the staircase. He looked just like Lev, and he had the same commanding presence that seemed to permeate every corner of his home.
He must be Mikhail.
She could easily tell. He had the same arrogant and domineering presence as her husband, but his aura was darker, making her even a bit uneasy even if she tried not to show it.
He started walking toward them once he reached the bottom stairs. To Zia’s surprise, he greeted them with a broadsmile, his eyes twinkling with genuine warmth as he embraced his brother and then turned to Zia.
