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I fist his hair and give his tongue a suck that has him gripping my ass even tighter. Without letting up, he brings a hand between us, soaking his fingers in our joined arousal before bringing them back to my ass. He smiles against my lips when I let out a surprised yelp at the feel of his finger pressed against my asshole.

“Mine, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. “Every goddamn part of you is mine.”

I nod my head as he slowly slides his finger into me while he keeps fucking my pussy like he owns it. The warring sensations flood through me, making everything else disappear. He buries his finger to the hilt, fingering my ass slowly while he speeds his hips up.

“Valeri,” I moan, clinging to him so tightly I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let go. “Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm slams into me.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “I’m your god. I’m your fucking everything, just like you are to me. Now take my cum like a good fucking girl.”

My ass and pussy clench down on him, pulling a feral-sounding growl from him as he buries himself inside me and lets go. Every pulse of his cock heightens my pleasure until I’m coming again before I’ve even fully come down from the first. My body shudders as I kiss him slowly, savoring the sensation of him growing soft inside me while he keeps his finger buried in my ass and the aftershocks leave me breathless.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, making him laugh.

“Look at me, baby.”

I pull back and look at him, still reeling from the orgasms. Thanks to a streetlamp not too far away, there’s enough of a glow for us to see one another. His eyes soften as they run over my face.

“Was I too rough?”

I smile and cup his face. “No. It was perfect.”

He gives me a gentle kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry about tonight. I need you to know that I would never let anything happen to you. I will kill anyone who hurts you or anyone who even threatens to. It will be the last fucking thing they ever do.”

“I know you would, and I’m okay. I knew you’d keep me safe.” I brush aside a strand of hair from his forehead. “You going to keep your finger in my ass all night?”

He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “I might. It feels damn good, especially when you come and tighten around me.”

“I never thought I’d like anything like that,” I admit.

“But you do?”

I blush even harder and nod my head. “I do.”

“God, there are so many things I want to do to you, baby.” He gives me one more kiss while slowly sliding his finger out of my ass and lifting me off his cock. Setting me down, he gently pulls my pants back and then tucks himself away.

“I’m sorry I bit you so hard,” I say, sliding his T-shirt down enough to see the mark I left on him.

He laughs and smacks my ass. “I fucking loved it, baby. You can bite me anytime you want.”

I smile as he grabs my hand and pulls me against him, leading me out of the alley that’s no longer scary at all. The sight of his destroyed car makes me pause on the sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry about your car. I don’t know what Lyle was thinking.”

“It’s not your fault, and don’t worry, Mac loves a challenge. I’ve already texted him. He’s going to tow it back to his garage and get started on it tomorrow.”

He leads me to a black motorcycle that’s parked near the curb. “It’s Nikolai’s,” he says when I look back up at him. He grabs the helmet and gives me a kiss before slipping it over my head.

“But you don’t have one,” I say.

He pats the top of my helmeted head. “I’ll be fine, baby.”

I watch him get on and start the bike. I thought that Valeri couldn’t get any sexier, but seeing him on that black motorcycle proves me wrong. Even though my face is shielded by the helmet, he can read my body language when he looks over at me. He laughs and gives me a wink.

“You know, sweetheart, I do own a motorcycle just like this, and I can take you for a ride anytime you want.”

He gives me a wink and motions for me to get on. I position myself on the back and wrap my arms tightly around him, already planning a million different scenarios that involve Valeri on a motorcycle. He reaches back and gives my thigh a comforting squeeze before pulling away from the curb and speeding down the street. I’ve never been on a motorcycle, and it’s just as much fun as I always imagined it would be. The rev of the engine, the feel of his abs beneath my fingers, and the thrill of zooming through traffic pulls an ecstatic laugh from me that has him reaching back to give my leg another pat. Life with Valeri is never going to be dull.

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