Pride surges through me as I swallow around him, milking every last drop of his release. He tastes like mine. My husband.
He pulls out carefully. My jaw aches and my throat burns, but I’ve never felt better. I made him lose control. I took him apart like he took me apart.
“I used you hard, solnyshko, but you did so good. So fucking good.”
The praise makes my skin flush. I’ve never cared about praise before, never needed it. But hearing it from him feels different. Like something I want to earn again and again.
When he lowers himself beside me and pulls my back against his chest, I don’t protest. His arms wrap around my waist and I sink into the warmth of him.
His breath evens out against my neck and the tension I’ve been carrying since he found me in Spider’s apartment finally loosens its grip.
My eyes grow heavy and I let myself drift, still wrapped in his arms, still wearing his ring.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
DINARA
The first thingI become aware of is the hard length pressed against my hip. The second is a hand moving in lazy circles up and down my spine.
What in the hell...
“Good morning, wife.” Kirill’s voice is rough with sleep. “Did you sleep well? You seemed pretty comfortable using me as your personal mattress.”
I startle, pushing onto my elbows as I lift my head to find pale eyes watching me with a very amused expression on his face.
Kirill Baronov.
My husband.
The man who restrained me and made me come more times than I ever thought possible, pushing me past every limit, taking me apart before putting me back together again.
“Don’t get used to it,” I snap. “I was obviously not in my right mind.”
His hand slides lower, cupping my bare ass. “Multiple orgasms will scramble your brain a little. But you held up pretty well.”
Before I can respond, he flips me onto my back and settles between my spread thighs. The hard length of him presses against my bare cunt and my body responds immediately, slick and ready for him.
“If you want a repeat of last night,” he murmurs, running his tongue along the tendons of my neck, “I’m more than up for it.”
Tempting. So damn tempting, but in the cold light of morning, my brain is coming back online. With it comes the need for answers.
I plant my hands on his chest. “We need to talk and I won’t be distracted by your… very obvious enthusiasm.”
He grins, grinding against me once again. “Are you sure? I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”
My eyes roll back in my head, but I grit my teeth against the growing desire. “Stop! I deserve to know what the fuck is going on.”
He rolls off with an exaggerated sigh. “Business before pleasure, I see how it is. Go and shower. I’ll make us breakfast.”
“So generous of you.” I grab the sheet and wrap it around myself as I head for the bathroom, hyperaware of his eyes on me the entire way.
Alone, my back hits the door and I release a heavy breath.
Kirill knows my real identity. If he was savvy enough to discover I’m Dinara Potapova, he also knows I’m connected to the Syndicate.
I look down at the ring on my finger. If he was going to kill me, he already would have. But instead he married me. Now the question is why.
