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I pick her up, swinging her into my arms as I carry her up the beach, stopping again and again to kiss her as we head back up to the penthouse. The moment we’re inside, I spin her around against the door, claiming her mouth again as I lift her up and her legs wrap around my waist, her skirt sliding up to her hips as I fumble with the front of my pants.

Valentina gasps my name as I free my cock, the swollen, blunt head pressing against her as I slide into her with one swift thrust. “So wet for me,” I groan, kissing her again as my hips rock against her, finding a rhythm as she moans against my mouth. “Always so wet for me,volchitsa.”

Her head falls back against the door as I fuck her, hard and then harder still, before I step back, still buried inside of her as I carry her to the couch. I fall back onto it, pulling her atop me as her silk gown spills around my hips, the lights from the Miami skyline glowing in the darkness of the room as I watch her rock above me, her face a mask of pleasure.

I reach for the straps of the dress, tugging them down her shoulders hard enough to tear, making her gasp as I revealher perfect breasts. “Konstantin!” she exclaims, and I drag her mouth back down to mine as she grinds against my cock.

“You won’t need a wedding dress ever again,volchitsa,” I growl against her mouth. “You’re mine. My wife. Mine, now and forever.”

“Yours,” she pants against my lips. “But the dress was expensive.”

“I’ll buy you another.” I flip her over so that she’s beneath me on the couch, as I fuck her harder, groaning as I sink in to the hilt. “As long as you marry me again.”

“As many times as you like—” she moans, throwing her head back. “Oh god, Konstantin?—”

I feel her clench around me, feel her rippling around the length of my cock as she moans my name, coming hard on my length. I thrust into her again, groaning as I feel myself throb, my cum spilling into her in hot spurts as I fill her up.

My cock is still pulsing inside of her as I gather her up against me, her legs tightening around my waist as I carry her to the stairs, still buried inside of her. In our room, our bed, I spill her back onto the sheets, my cock already hard again as I start to fuck her for a second time, staring down at her beautiful face in the moonlight.

“You’re not going to let me sleep tonight, are you?” she laughs, leaning up to kiss me, and I see her ring glitter on her finger as her mouth finds mine.

“There’s plenty of time to sleep,” I promise her, kissing her deeply as I sink into her, pleasure overwhelming me. “Right now, all I want is you.”

“All I’ll ever want is you,” she whispers. “I promise, Konstantin. Forever. I love you?—”

Her voice breaks off on a moan, and I kiss her again, my forehead pressed to hers. “I love you, too,volchitsa. My wife. Now and forever.”

She’s mine. My equal, my partner, my wife… the woman I never saw coming and now…

The woman I’ll never let go of.

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ChapterOne

Sienna

The first thing that greets me when I reach the back door of theHibiscusis a cold drop of water falling from the overhang, directly into my eye.

Could tonight get any worse?I squint, reaching up to brush it away before it leaves a track in my makeup, trying not to smear my mascara and eyeliner, while juggling my purse, tote bag, and Lucite heels in my other hand. I never change into my work shoes before I get inside—besides the fact that they’re horribly uncomfortable, the alleyway behind the club is questionable both in smell and whatever is squishing under my boots as I go to open the back door.

A sound catches my attention, a low moan, and I glance over to see one of the other dancers—a brunette named Malia who is barely nineteen—pinned up against the stucco wall on the other side of the dumpster by her flavor-of-the-week boyfriend. He’s wearing a backwards baseball cap, the thick gold chain around his neck glittering in the streetlamp that serves as the only lighting for the entire back parking lot, and he’s currently mumbling something into her neck as he grinds up against her.

“...you’re just mine, baby, right? Promise me. None of those other guys mean anything?—”