Page 116 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

Kirill shakes his head. “I can’t go to Miami. That means you’re not going to Miami. But I can still take care of this.”

Two phone calls later, and the entire flight is canceled.

“Looks like no one is going to Miami.” I pout and sit on his lap. “And I was happy to spend all that money.”

“Me too.” He kisses me. “Now, Mrs. Volkov. Take off that dress. I have to taste you again.”

At that moment, I hear Violet run down the hall for her snack, singing one of her songs. It’s a bigger snack. It will take more time.

While I’m hesitating, my husband lifts my skirt, and on his knees, he looks up at me and says, “So fucking beautiful.”

He growls his approval and slowly spreads my thighs open. He presses his face against my center, and a second later, I hear the sound I’ve come to know as a switch blade flipping into position.

“These are in my way,” he says and slices my panties at the hip bands. “There. Mine.”

He drags his tongue along my slit, and it pulls a cry out of me. I try to be quiet. We have a child on the other side of this door.

Yet her father can’t keep his hands off me. I run my fingers through his hair and secure him in place as he licks me.

He groans against my wet flesh, and I’m already so close. “You taste so fucking good, wife.”

His tongue licks me and circles my clit. It’s like he knows exactly where I need the pressure of his lips and the wetness of his mouth.

“Kirill, I’m so close,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”

“Never, wife. Come on. Come for me.”

I moan louder as it seems to ignite his passions more. “Kirill…”

Everything tightens, and I feel myself fall over the edge.

“That’s my wife. So wet for me. Mad one minute, spread and aching to come in my mouth, the next.”

God, that does it. My orgasm wrecks me, white flashes blinding me. My nerves are shuddering. Kirill does not let up. His face is pressed even harder between my legs, eating up my climax.

“There you are,” he says, lifting his face. “That’s the wife I know.”

I have a sharp image of the woman he’s talking about. Even if at this moment, I am completely wrecked and ruined.

That sinful mouth proved to me I’m the only woman Kirill wants.

Chapter 36

Kirill

I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life. But for the last several years, yearning for the day I would be crowned as pakhan had been sidelined by waiting for the day I would find Sandrine.

With my wife home, my daughter safe, my position secure, I am complete.

Drago drops the ceremonial jacket over my shoulders with a smile I haven’t seen since his wedding day.

“Pakhaaaaan,” he rasps in a different way than he has in the last several months.

Tonight it becomes official.

I turn to stare at my reflection in the stand-up mirror wheeled into my new north wing office. The jacket is heavy, like armor, but ornate, like a palace. It belonged to Papa’s, his father’s, and a lot of other cruel Volkov men before it sat on my shoulders.

“This was meant to be,” Drago adds with a touch of menace in his voice.