“Nearly as good as nineteenth century poetry?” I requested, and I felt him smile, despite the fact that I used to be too shy to satisfy his eyes.

“Even higher,” he mentioned, and he bent his head to my stomach, kissing just below my stomach button after which down my pores and skin till I spotted the place he was going and a flush started to construct over my pores and skin.

“I used to be a moron,” he mentioned, and his tongue started to softly lick the middle of my want, his fingers spreading my pussy lips open to offer him better entry.

“You have been compelled into it,” I mentioned, gasping at my husband’s tongue started to circle my clit.

“No, I wasn’t,” he mentioned.

“Frederik, I do know you have been,” I protested, wanting all the way down to the place his silvery head was circling round my clit, one tanned hand on my thigh.

“I wished you, and this was probably the most respectable method to get you,” he mentioned.

And I closed my eyes and let my husband’s skilled tongue and fingers deliver me to orgasm.

* * *

As we lie collectively in a tangle of legs and arms, his arms on my hair, drawing it away from my sticky neck, he tells me about his childhood. Deserted by his father, desperately poor, desperately hungry. He even tells me concerning the violence he’s carried out.

“So I’m not the person you suppose I’m, Mary,” he says, his arms tightening on me. “You’ll be able to’t suppose I’m higher than the remainder of my household.”

I’m speechless with indignation, however not at him. “Think about stealing from a toddler,” I say angrily. “I don’t blame you in any respect for getting your groceries again!”

“And the e book?” he asks calmly.

“It was a really nerve-racking time,” I say firmly. “You have been solely a toddler.”

I hear his low snigger, and he turns to press a kiss on my neck.

“You’re a really shocking girl, Mary Petrovic,” he says, and I really feel my heartbeat decide up as he kisses me once more, his hand shifting to softly stroke my breast and circle round my nipple.

30

FREDERIK

We received fucking fortunate. Pyotr gave Andrei a reputation. Ivan Ivanovich. One soiled mistaken identify and Andrei is aware of the place to seek out him.

And all fucking resulting from American cigarettes.

My nephew and son shall be leaving to seek out him. It can finish the feud with the Ivanovich Bratva. As a result of the identify we received is the boss.

Cerise and Mary are standing of their swimsuits, able to go to the seashore on this vibrant, sunny day. Quickly sufficient there would be the snap and chill of autumn within the air, however at the moment it’s nonetheless wonderful summer season. I let my eyes linger over Mary’s determine. How the fuck did I ever suppose she regarded unremarkable and plain? She’s a fucking goddess, tall and slim, her auburn hair tied into an extended braid, vibrant in opposition to her creamy pores and skin. Regardless that we’re in the course of the weapons checks and group for the raid on the Ivanovich Bratva, I can really feel my cock hardening in my pants. I need in my spouse’s pussy once more, and I really feel a thrill undergo me on the data that she is mine.

Andrei comes across the nook. He’s sporting all black. I don’t see any weapons on him, however the Bratva Angel goes nowhere with out them.

“What are you doing?” he asks Cerise sharply, standing throughout the desk from her.

She seems up, stunned. “Happening to the seashore,” she says.

“No,” Andrei replies. “You can be within the protected room throughout the raid.”

“That’s ridiculous,” says Cerise. “What’s the hazard?”

“You can be within the protected room,” repeats Andrei, and I can see his eyes flash.

“No,” says Cerise, and he reaches one huge hand across the desk, choosing her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“I’ll provide help to obey me,” he says.

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