EPILOGUE
MIKHAIL
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
Waves of dark hair fall down her back as she twists in front of the mirror, hands smoothing down a fitted white dress—the third one she’s tried on in the last hour. Uncertainty flashes across her face, and she reaches toward the zipper at her side with a sigh of defeat.
“Don’t you dare take that off.”
Leah startles and whips around. “I’m not sure it’s the right one—” she says as she returns to her reflection.
I stalk toward her, sweeping the hair from her shoulders and dropping kisses along her skin. “What’s the matter, my love? You look— Fuck , you look exquisite.”
She closes her eyes and leans into my chest. “I’m nervous, Mikhail. Your father knows who I am and everything I represent to you, your family, and his empire. I’m afraid he won’t accept me. Neither will your brothers. Especially when they find out my father has allied with Yuri.”
“Look at me.” After a beat of hesitation, she meets my eyes in the mirror. “My family will welcome you with open arms because you’re the woman I love. They all know what happened and are still excited to meet you. I promise. And Roman and Nadia will be there.”
She sighs and nods, eyes back on the dress. “I trust you.”
“And even if by some twist of fate, they don’t. It changes nothing, pretty girl.” I dip to her ear. “Remember what I said, I’ll burn it all down for you.”
Leah lets herself melt into my arms. “I love you.”
“And you should know, the only reason I haven’t peeled you out of this goddamn dress is because I promised my father I’d attend.” I tug her closer, my cock hard on her back. “Otherwise, you’d be naked right now, on that table, spread open for me, while I enjoy my own little Christmas dinner.”
Leah turns around, a riveting smile curving her plush mouth. “We better hurry back home, then.”
“I think it’s cute that you think I won’t have you before the night’s end.”
Laughing, she rises to her toes and kisses me. “If you think we’re having sex at your father’s house, you’re dead wrong.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Mikhail, no! Absolutely not.” I lift her and throw her over my shoulder before she can stop me. “What are you doing?” she asks, breaking into fits of laughter.
“The sooner we leave, the sooner I eat.”
RESIDENCE OF NIKOLAI & NATALIA PETROV
I see my father kiss his wife, tenderly touching her rounded belly before she says her goodbyes and leaves the office. Despite my initial reservations due to their age gap, he’s never looked happier. Glancing at my girl beside me, I realize I’m no one to judge. And I can’t help feeling overjoyed that he’s found someone to lift him from the darkness after a decade and give him things he thought he’d never have.
Baby Norah will be here soon, and she’ll be the most spoiled and protected baby in Chicago.
“ Mikhail ,” he says in Russian, “you’re welcome to stay until we secure assets and reinforce our allies and businesses in Texas.”
My arm instinctively curls around Leah’s waist.
“And, of course, you too, Leah,” he says, the corners of his eyes creasing with a smile. When he officially accepts the woman I love, the weight of some unknown stress, one I didn’t know I carried, lifts from my shoulders.
“Thank you,” she replies, returning his smile.
My father rounds his massive desk and claps my chest. “Dinner is in about thirty minutes.
The keys and paperwork to your property are in my top drawer if you want to take a look.” “We’ll catch up,” I say as he exits.
“That went better than I thought it would.”
“I knew he’d love you.”
I pull open the desk drawer and search for the paperwork he mentioned.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mikki. It’s only day one.”
When I pull the file with my name, a white and blue box hidden beneath it draws my
attention. I couldn’t be happier for my dad and his wife, but I sure as fuck don’t want the visuals coming to mind when I stumble on his stash of lube.
“That old, dirty bastard.”
Leah’s mouth hangs open, amusement lighting up her face. “Are you talking about your dad?
“Yeah,” I laugh, tossing her the unopened package.
Caught off guard, she scrambles to catch it mid-air, then bursts into laughter. “Mikhail! Why are you touching your dad’s lube? Let that man live.”
I set the files down and reach for her, tucking her body between my legs as I lean on the edge of the desk. “I don’t blame him. I’m still going to be bending, breaking, and ravaging you every fucking chance I get when I’m his age.”
“Are you?” she says, levering up to kiss me.
“I’ll never get tired of your pretty cunt, my love.” If there are only two things I can give her in life, they would be orgasms and reasons to make her laugh.
“Good to know.”
I glance at my watch. “We have twenty-five minutes.”
“Until dinner?”
“No, for you to let me fold you over this desk and put that little box to good use.”
She shakes her head, a smile from ear to ear. “Not happening, Mikki.”
As she attempts to pull away, I tug her back and push her body against the wood, my hand sliding up her thigh. “I’ve been walking around all goddamn night with a hard-on because of this little dress. You’ve noticed me eye-fucking you, haven’t you, pretty girl? And I know you like it.”
“No,” she whispers, spreading her thighs for me.
I slip a finger into her thong, and she’s soaking wet. “Liar.”
“Fuck.”
“There it is. That’s my girl. Open up a little more.” Pushing her chest against the desk, I shove the sinful dress above her ass. “So fucking beautiful, moya lyubov ’.” “Mikhail...the door isn’t locked, baby.”
“You want me to lock it?” I ask as I kiss up the back of her thigh. “Yes!”
I chuckle and stroke her clit. “Why? Because you want me to fuck you right here on this desk?”
“Mikhail,” she begs, jolting when I slap her needy little cunt.
“Say it.” Another crack between her legs has her crying out and clawing at the wooden surface.
“Yes... Fuck me, please.”
“ Eto moya khoroshaya devochka .” (That’s my good girl.)
I drop to my knees to worship her and grip the edges of her thong, sliding it down her legs until it’s stretched around her ankles. “Leave this here,” I say, kissing and nipping my way back up.
“Your dad...will kill us.”
“Me? Yes.” I run my tongue along her slit. “You? No one touches you.”
Leah pounds the desk when I push my fingers inside and play with that spot that causes a mess. But as much as I love to watch every drop flow out of her, not here.
The sealed white and blue box catches my eye, and I snatch and tear it open.
“Mikhail, you fucker...put that back!”
She attempts to straighten, but I shove her down. “He’ll never know,” I say as I squeeze the tube between her cheeks and stroke her clit to keep her complacent.
“What are you doing, baby?” Her voice is barely above a whisper the higher I take her.
“I want this tight ass. Can I do that, moya krasavitsa? Can I take this?”
Leah’s eyes are squeezed shut, thighs trembling, and my cock is about to put a hole through the goddamn front of my pants at such a beautiful sight.
Her nod is slow as she agonizes under my touch. I move quickly to free my dick and glide it along her wet entrance before nudging at the muscles of her ass.
“Easy, pretty girl. Relax.” Another squirt of the stolen lube, and I push forward as she whines. “Make yourself feel good,” I urge, stretching her inch by inch.
Leah does as she’s told and touches herself. The more she strokes, the more she relaxes, and the deeper I sink until I’m buried as far as she can take me.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, pretty girl. But you’re going to have to be quiet.”
“Mikhail, don’t stop...or I’ll kill you.”
I retreat from inside her with a laugh before sinking again and again. It’s so fucking tight, so damn good my legs shake, and my balls coil tighter with every stroke.
We’re beyond the stage of caring who hears, not that it would matter because I’m sure every single soul in this house knows what’s going down in this room. I’ll deal with my father’s wrath later.
The only thing that matters is the woman beneath me, her tight ass swallowing my cock as she cries out my name, and we fall over the edge into sweet oblivion.
Moments later, we’re on the floor, my back against the infamous desk, my girl resting between my legs.
“I can’t go out there. I’m going to have to live here now,” she deadpans.
My laughter shakes her body.
“I’m glad you find this funny.”
“My love, all my brothers are filthy sons of bitches. They don’t care.”
She whirls around. “I care! How will I face your dad when he just met me as your girlfriend, and I got fucked in his office? And with his lube!”
I caress her cheek. “Do you think it would make a difference if you were my fiancée and I fucked you in his office?”
“Mikki, be serious.”
“I’m so fucking serious.” I take her hand and slide a solitaire diamond on her finger, fit for a queen.
Leah stares at the ring in stunned silence, tears welling in her eyes.
“Marry me.”
She tackles me to the floor, kissing me hard. “Ask me again.”
I smile against her lips. “Will you marry me?”
“Again,” she whispers, her tears breaking off the tip of her nose and onto my cheek. I roll us over and use my thumb to wipe her eyes.
“Leah Castellanos, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She smiles and pulls me in for another kiss. “It’s about damn time.”
THE END