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Finally his lips find their way to mine and he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as he hands stroke my face, my hair. I know exactly what I want.

“Ivan,” I murmur, “I need to feel you inside me. I want to be close to you.”

He reaches down between my legs to stroke my clit, jolting me with a shock of pleasure.

“I want you,” he says, “I want you forever, mishka.”

“You can have me — everything, every part. I belong to you. Mafia or not, no matter what, I belong to you,” I tell him, the words spilling freely from my mouth.

He rests his forehead against mine and whispers, “Katy, lyubov moya, I have been searching for so long to feel this way. Not since I first left Russia have I felt so secure, so complete. You make me feel like I am home again. No matter where I go, as long as you are beside me, I will be happy. You carry my home in your heart.”

He kisses me once more and then he pulls back to position the head of his hard shaft against my eager opening. I roll my hips upward, urging him to hurry. So many emotions are coursing through my body and I need him now more than ever.

With a smile, he pushes inside of me, unprotected and uninhibited.

The sensation is magnificent. I feel so close to him as he pumps into me with abandon. I know he has been waiting for this moment for a long time, and I realize now that so have I.

“Oh, my angel,” he groans, leaning forward to kiss my breasts, my neck, to bite my lips and whisper words I don’t understand into my ear.

“Ivan, please,” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I need you.”

He pushes into me hard, hitting that delicious place deep inside so that every thrust drives me closer and closer to another climax. I reach for him blindly, fumbling to pull him ever closer, to melt into him. I clench my pussy around his cock, rocking against his rhythmic thrusts, desperate to make him feel the same bliss that he gives me. And the look on his face tells me that I am succeeding.

“Please, I need you to fill me up,” I croon.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but his eyes reveal how badly he wants it, too.

“More than ever,” I reply assuredly.

And with that, with one final push, I scream out my orgasm and he follows suit, spilling his hot, precious seed inside of my hungry cunt. I clench my legs around him, clinging to every last drop of his honey. He kisses me with abandon, his hands brushing my hair out of my face, caressing my cheeks, stroking my arms, my waist.

For hours we stay in bed together, entwined in both lust and newfound love.





22





Katy





Even if it was just a few months ago, all that feels like ancient history now. Finally, the longest year of my life with Ivan has come to an end.

And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than at his side.

Both of us are bundled up in heavy jackets as we crunch through the leaf-covered roads of the little country road we’re taking a walk down. It’s been our routine this past week, walking around and taking in the sights outside the little villa we rented outside Marseille, France.

I’ve always wanted to see Europe, but I thought that dream had been crushed when the mafia-run Amber Room fell into my lap. If I could go back in time and tell myself that mafia tie would end up sending me on a two-week vacation to the French countryside wrapped around the arm of the man of my dreams, I would have laughed in my own face.

But here I am, and I couldn’t be happier!

Ivan’s just as happy as I feel, too. As we make our way through the rustic scenery, where autumn is casting its blanket over the whole picturesque hillscape, I look up into his stormy blue eyes, and when he isn’t looking lovingly back down at me, his gaze is roaming around the amber fields and forests with the same wonder I saw him looking at Central Park all those months ago. A lifetime ago.

Ivan has been paying for the whole trip, at his insistence, but thanks to how well the Amber Room has been doing, I could pay for a whole second trip, if I wanted to.

Business has been in full swing, and I haven’t had to worry about a thing from the mob since Ivan and I fell in love.

Particularly since he put a diamond ring around my finger.

He proposed in Central Park, and even if it was just as corny as the first time he took me on a carriage ride there, I bawled my eyes out before hugging him tight and telling him I’d never let him go. Now, my club is mafia-protected in the truest way, and so am I.

I couldn’t have taken this big of a vacation if it weren’t for my incredible staff, either, and I haven’t forgotten all their support in getting me where I am, either. As business picked up, so did my staff’s paychecks, and Natalie has been training a crew of the best bartenders and servers Brighton Beach has ever seen.