Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“You won’t even have to use duct tape or zip ties anymore.”
“I may not have to, but I probably still will.”
“Promise?”
Chapter Eighteen
Kira
Maykl reaches for me the moment we step inside his apartment, pulling off my sweater, unhooking my bra. I unbutton his pants and drop to my knees.
His hands tangle in my hair. “Ah, here we are again. Full circle.”
“Uh-huh.” I free his erection.
“Tell me I’m the only man you’ve seduced that way.” Maykl’s touch turns possessive, his fingers tugging me forward as I take him into my mouth.
“Mmm hmm,” I say around his cock.
“Fuck. You look so hot like that. But I need to hear it. Tell me, clearly, Kira.” He pulls my hair to tug me off. “Am I the only one?”
“My first and only. But I think you somehow knew that?”
He relaxes and slides his dick back into my mouth. “Yes. You were nervous. An intoxicating mixture of bold and innocent.”
I answer him with a long slow suck from root to tip.
He groans, a small shudder of pleasure making his legs vibrate. “I knew you were trouble, but I couldn’t help myself,” he confesses, his touch alternating between caresses and aggressive tugs and pulls.
I swirl my tongue on the underside of his cock as I suck, my head bobbing, my hand squeezing at the base.
I work hard to please him. Make this my apology for everything I did.
“You’re so beautiful. Fuck.” He pulls me off. “I need to be inside you.” He grasps my forearms and lifts me to my feet, then backs me against the arm of his sofa. His fingers work frantically to open my jeans and shove them down with my panties.
I kick them off my legs, along with my shoes as he toes off his boots and kicks out of his. He lifts one of my knees to his hip and lines his cock up with my entrance. He’s not wearing a condom.
“Are you clean?” I ask.
He nods.
“Me, too.”
“Good, because I need to ride bareback,” he growls. “Tell me you’re not on birth control.” He’s shoving into me.
“I-I’m not,” I pant. It feels so glorious to be filled by him. So satisfying. Like this is exactly what I’ve been missing my entire life. “Why?”
“Because I want to put my babies into you.” He thrusts in and out, nailing me against the couch, getting deeper than I could have imagined possible.
“What?” I laugh, warm bubbles of pleasure fizzing and bursting their way up my middle to my chest.
“You heard me.” He pumps his hips against mine. “I’m claiming you fully, Valkiriya. I’m going to fill you with my cum until you’re swollen and ripe with my child, and even then I’m never going to give you a break.”
I don’t know if I’m orgasming or laughing. I guess both. My core tightens around his glorious cock as my belly shakes, and the most perfect sounds of happiness come from my throat.
“Do you want that, Kira?” he asks.
As always, he’s still attentive. Checking in to see how his vow landed. If I’m on board.
I think of Mika, so happy with his new parents. He and their sweet baby girl growing up in that circle of love.
I never had that kind of family or love. I know now that while I may have thought my dad was a decent father, I was wrong. He sold Anya. Tried to sell me. Maykl probably did the world a favor ending his life.
But Maykl? He’d be an amazing father. And I would do so much better than Anya. I would give my everything to a child.
Then, I’m laugh-crying. “Da,” I affirm. “Yes. Let’s make a family.”
Maykl turns fierce, a storm of lust unleashed. He wraps an arm behind my back and pounds into me, knocking the sofa backward with each brutal thrust.
I quiver. Shake. Cry out. I’m lost in his rhythm. In these waves of passion that carry us both away.
And then we come together. Bolts of lightning must strike simultaneously around the city. Surely the earth rumbled and cracked somewhere. The gods stopped their chatter in heaven to listen and then applaud.
I light up as if electrified, squeezing and convulsing against his bucking body.
And then I go limp. Boneless. A ragdoll.
Maykl pulls out and lifts me into his arms, dropping onto the sofa and arranging me over his body, his hands on my ass, his lips on my hair.
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” he murmurs.
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Maykl
We’re on a yacht on Lake Michigan. I’m in a tux, like all my brothers, waiting on the deck.
It’s a beautiful June morning, the breeze blowing across the water keeping us cool enough, so we don’t sweat in our monkey suits.
Benjamin, Ravil and Lucy’s toddler, runs back and forth along the railing, making Lucy nervous, but looking adorable in his own tiny tuxedo. He’s the ring-bearer.