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Hearing me submit with that generalization pushed him from a slow and tender lover into a determined machine developed for my pleasure.

His lips stayed on my skin, kissing, licking, and sucking until I was panting and writhing against him.

His hands stayed on me, one fondling and squeezing my breast while the other was at where we were joined, his finger stroking circles around my clit and making me so desperate to come.

And most importantly of all, his thick dick wedging into me until we were both pushed to let go. I surrendered just before he did. My pussy clenched and spasmed as waves of pleasure washed over me. His dick jerked deep inside, shooting his seed up into me where maybe, someday, our future might take root and prove that we weren’t destined to only be a family of two.

37

LEV

Mila was supposed to rest for at least a few more weeks, but she wouldn’t be isolated in my bedroom for all of it.

Word spread of our engagement, and we joined the rest of the family in this new step forward, this additional strengthening of our family with another wife to welcome.

My brother and cousins were all overjoyed to invite Mila into our circle, as if she wasn’t already included in it.

Over dinner, we officially announced that we’d marry. And the rest of that night had been spent with me admiring her sitting next to me, so pleased and content to be part of this family.

She was resting, recovering from being shot when she’d alerted me to danger before we could escape. But she was included in more than just celebratory family dinners. We still met up with the developments of all that we discovered about Gregori.

A week and a half after my hit on Yusef Antonov, we met in Adrik’s office to go over how word was spreading about the kill.

“Of course, Gregori’s furious,” I said.

He’d learned of his lieutenant’s death, and based on the ripples of rumors and speculation out there, Gregori had been absolutely livid.

Vague threats had been broadcast. His thinly veiled warnings spread far when he claimed that whoever had killed him would be hunted and repaid in kind for that crime.

Yet, the news of Yusef Antonov’s death hadn’t acted as bait or a prompt for Gregori to reveal himself. He had yet to step out of the shadows of wherever he was hiding, and until then, I could never fully relax.

He shouldn’t be alive.

I’d never change my mind about that.

“Where could he be hiding, though?” Maksim wondered aloud.

“Has to be in the States,” Alexei said.

“Why?” Elena asked. “So much of his financial activity is sourced out of the country.”

“Isn’t that all part of the deception?” Viktor asked. “To reroute the money and make it harder to find the origin?”

“For other people, yes.” Elena tipped her head up high with an uncharacteristic show of pride. “But I can find the starting point of what his accounts are doing.”

I smiled at her adjusting to her role, to her importance here. It had taken her time to get to the confidence she now had, but it had happened. She was no longer the meek, timid woman she was when she arrived.

I imagined Mila would change like that, too. There wasn’t a damn thing about her that I wanted to change, but I knew that she’d come into her bearings and feel like she belonged more and more with time.

Well, fuck. She’ll belong without a doubt when she’s my wife.

“I keep trying to picture where he’s holed up at,” Adrik mused. “Because I agree, he’s likely not far away.”

I scoffed. “I don’t give a shit where he is. I’d prefer him to be six feet under.”

“And stay there,” Alexei muttered.

My brother and I would always see eye to eye on that note. I might have always been more expressive in conveying my hatred for the man who’d fathered us biologically, but Alexei loathed him too in his own gruff way.