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57: I am sorry (I)
Camilla froze on Maksim’s lap. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room, but his wife was the only person he paid any attention. Her heart thudded so fast he felt it. But he didn’t want their first kiss to be in public, much more when he hadn’t told her the words she desperately wanted. He was certain he knew them, but when she pulled back and frowned, his confidence wavered.
The music sounded like it came from far away as he tried to calm himself. Sliding a hand behind her neck, he pulled her head down and whispered against her lips so no one else could hear him, “Three words, Cam. I am sorry. I fucked up. I hurt you.” His wife’s mouth opened, and she let out a shaky breath. But Maksim had more to tell her. She had been right about a few things. Things about himself he wasn’t necessarily sure he wanted to change but hoped for her acceptance, so they didn’t annoy her as much. He pressed four fingers to her b
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“You wouldn’t dare,” Camilla replied.Maksim snorted. Bold women were now his type, and Camilla May Kalashnikov was the only name on the list. Pulling her forward so she was seated on the edge and her legs were properly positioned on his shoulders, he dived into her pussy. Her fingers descended into his hair as he feasted. He licked her so good, she dripped down the corners of his lips. This pussy that hadn’t opened for other men parted for him, and he dined like a starved man.His hands reached up to cup her boobs, and she whispered his name. No one had ever said it with such sultriness. It was her first time of doing it while he ate her out.Pulling away, his beard coated with her wetness, he told her, “Say it again, Cam.”Her mouth hung open, and her chest fell with rapid breaths. She was dazed.“Say what again?” she whispered.“Alek. Mak. Whichever. Say it again.”Cam
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 59: His woman
Maksim woke up first, his cock pulsing against Camilla’s ass. Bathing with his wife had unlocked something new in their marriage. Something he didn’t consider fake. They had kissed some more, a lot, to be honest. Camilla stirred, rolling onto her back. He sucked in his breath as her tits stared him in the face. He had convinced her to sleep naked, and she had agreed on the condition he did the same.His dick was so hard. Pleasing his wife had been forefront on his mind the two times he fingered and ate her out. He thought their sex fast would be broken last night, but it wasn’t. Left to him, he would be patient. But they didn’t have time. He couldn’t tell her Papa’s plan to avoid worrying her, but he couldn’t go on without a solution.Camilla moaned in her sleep, his name falling out of her lips. He hoisted himself over her, his knees on either side of her hips. Gently nudging her legs open, he rubbed his finger pads ov
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Camilla was sore. Her virginity had finally been broken, and she was elated. For years she had thought she would die a virgin, but Alek had destroyed that lie. Thinking of her husband brought a smile to her face. She palmed the bed and giggled. He had spent the morning with her. Breakfast in bed for both of them.The maid had changed the bedsheets. She had bled a little more than they both noticed. The image of her husband as he looked up to her, his teeth stained with her blood, made her thighs ache. He was sexy, even his scars were beautiful. She missed him. She wanted him in bed with her again. But they couldn’t spend all day cocooned here. He had a morning appointment that he skipped because of her. He couldn’t miss the other meetings of the day.Sitting up, she pulled her knees to her chair. Alek had refused a bathe after the sex. She didn’t want to overthink it, but why? Her phone was on the bed, and she grabbed it to text him. She was acting li
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A gasp shot out of Camilla’s lips.It was loud enough for Papa to hear. He turned to her, her phone in his hand. Forcing a smile to her face, she bridged the gap and stretched her hand for the phone. It had no password. She hadn’t thought she needed one because no one ever touched it. Not Doris. Not Alek.“My phone please?”Papa stared at Camilla for longer than she thought necessary. His eyes darted back to the phone, and he dropped it on her palm.“Spasibo,” she whispered and hurried towards their room. Away from Papa’s eyes, she stopped to check her phone.There was a missed call from Alek and two messages. He was home. In his office now. She exhaled in relief, her heart pumping too fast as she started towards his office.Knocking once, Camilla opened the door without an invitation. The encounter with Papa had disoriented her, and she needed a familiar face to calm her. Alek look
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Camilla’s head jerked up, and her heart thundered. “What-what did you say?”Alek tipped her jaw forward, his lips so close. “It’s time to read, Cam. Let’s do it.”“What if I don’t want to?” she asked.“We will do something else.”But Camilla didn’t want to do anything else. She wanted to hear those three words from her husband. Someone like Alek wasn’t capable of liking others or admitting it so easily. The fact he had done that made her want to hear it again. She pouted, but his expression didn’t waver. It meant one thing: she wouldn’t be hearing it again today. In that case… Camilla tried to stand, but Alek yanked her down to his lap.Behind him was a shelf. There were awards and a few books on it, but one caught her attention. The one they had been reading.“Fine,” she murmured. “Let’s read.&rdqu
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 63: The Sinners Men (I)
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A book covered Camilla’s face. She pushed it off, and her eyes lit up. Grabbing her straw hat, she rushed to him, tugged it over his head and hugged him tight. His chest concaved, and he staggered. When he didn’t hug his wife back, she pulled away.“What are you doing here?” he asked.Hurt flicked across Camilla’s face, but she hid it well and kissed him. “I missed you.”“Didn’t you have to go for rehearsals?”“Not today,” she replied. No one spoke for the next few minutes. Maksim tugged on his collar because it suddenly felt too tight. She removed the hat and wore it over her head, her cheeks flaming red and her eyes hidden. “Am I in trouble? Are you mad? Doris said you might be if I came here.”“Then why didn’t you listen to her?”“She didn’t really say why it wasn’t okay to come. And I wanted to get out of the house. I n
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Maksim watched his wife dress up. He was all done with his clothes, minus his tie. Camilla was quiet. She had been since he ignored her question yesterday. She wasn’t ignoring him. Oh, she replied to all his questions, which was beginning to bug him.Were they okay, or was this some unknown ploy to guilt him into talking to her?The truth was, he didn’t have an answer to that question. He also didn’t know why he uttered those three words. How could he tell her he didn’t know what it meant to like someone? She wouldn’t believe him, but that was the truth? It was also too risky for men like him to have feelings.“Do you need help with your tie?” Camilla asked. Her voice broke him out of his reverie. He stared at the loose tie hanging from his neck and nodded. She crossed the gap, lowering herself to the bed so she could fix it. “Is everything okay with you?”“Yes,” Maksim said. But he c
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