I curled my nails into his flesh and bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood coating my tongue.

“And then I’m going to let it dry on you, Galina.” He pulled me down so we were fused wholly, stayed there for a second as he let those words sink in. “I’m going to make it so you smell like me.” He let go of my hair and gripped the other side of my waist as he fucked me hard, lifting me up and pulling me back down.

He did this over and over again until my orgasm came out of nowhere, tightening my body, my pussy clenching around his shaft, more wetness spilling out of where we were connected to cover his lap.

“You hear that,” he said in a barely restrained voice, his movements getting faster, jerkier. I knew he was close. “You hear your cunt sucking at my cock, how filthy that sounds?”

I gasped as another smaller orgasm claimed me when my clit ground against the root of his erection.

“Dirty girl,” he growled and slammed up in me once more, and he kept me flush with his body, filling me up with his cum as he found his pleasure. “You’re mine, and I’m fucking marking you.” He tipped his head back but had his eyes on me the whole time, his neck muscles straining, his mouth slightly parted.

For long seconds, we both rode out the ecstasy until I couldn’t keep myself upright anymore and sagged against his chest. Immediately, he curled one hand around the back of my head, his other arm around my waist. We said nothing for a moment, our respirations erratic as we caught our breath.

“Don’t ever let me go,” I murmured against his throat, my eyes closed, the warmth from what we’d just done filling me. But I knew without Arlo it would just be an empty heat. With him… it burned me alive, and I’d never wanted to be consumed by flames so much in my life.

“Never.” His arms tightened around me, and he kissed my temple. “And if that means taking every life to make that so… I’ll be the monster everyone fears.”

I knew Arlo wasn’t the good guy. I knew he’d never be the hero of a story. He was mine, and I was his, no matter what anyone said or did. And if there was anyone against us, who thought to part us… well, they’d end up dead at our feet. I knew that as deeply as I knew I was held tightly by my Russian.

Because even villains deserved a happily ever after.

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