Corruption – Underworld Kings Read Online Jenika Snow

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“You’re going to be my good girl and do this because you want me to feel good. You want to please me and get me off, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I felt her pussy clamp down on me and groaned at how good that felt.

Yes,” she cried out as she came.

I couldn’t stop myself from following right behind her.

I slammed into her once, twice, three times, and as much as I wanted to fill her up with my cum, I pulled out at the last minute, her legs falling open because she didn’t have the strength to keep them up anymore.

As I feverishly jerked myself off, I stared at her pussy. I felt my muscles tighten as my orgasm hit me.

I aimed my cock head at her belly and exploded, thick white arcs of semen shooting out of me and covering her belly in milky ribbons. I kept coming and covered her tits and neck with my seed, groaning at the sight of my brand on her.

I ran my free hand over her belly, breasts, and finally her throat, smearing myself into her like my cum was fucking lotion.

Fuck, that was good.

When I was spent, my balls drained, her body covered in me, I now had both hands on either side of her body, caging her in as we both caught our breath.

I leaned in and rested my forehead on her shoulder as I tried to breath normally. I smelled me all over her, and it had possessiveness slamming into me tenfold.

I straightened and leaned back, just staring at her and how fucking beautiful she looked. “You should see yourself right now, all covered in my cum with an ‘I just got thoroughly fucked’ look on your face.”

When I settled myself on the bed beside her, I pulled her in close, glad she wasn’t fighting me on this. Instead she curled against me, her warm breath fanning over my chest as I traced the length of her spine.

“How is this ever going to work out?”

I slid my hand up her spine to cup the back of her head. “I don’t know, but I know that even if I don’t fucking deserve you, even if you want to leave, I won’t let you go.” I pulled her in tighter, and after a while, her breathing evened out and she slipped into a deep sleep.

And surprisingly enough, for the first time in the last decade, so did I.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Anastasia

I wasn’t sure what woke me, but as my eyes opened, I felt this strange combination of calmness and euphoria.

For the first time in a very long time, I felt like everything would be okay.

I turned my head and saw Kostya sleeping right next to me, his big, muscular chest on full display as the blanket pooled at his waist.

I stared at all of his tattoos, his body so massive, the wolf head that was inked in the center of his chest so intricate in its detail. The lines were sharp, the colors crisp.

I was about to touch the intricate lines, tracing them with the pad of my finger, but I curled my hand into a tight fist and stopped, not wanting to wake him.

Because his expression looked… at ease. I wondered if he’d ever really been relaxed in these last ten years, if he’d ever found any kind of peace.

Right now he certainly seemed like he wasn’t troubled. And that brought a smile to my face.

I got out of bed as silently as I could, grabbed one of his shirts to slip on, and only stopped once I was at the doorway to look over my shoulder. He still slept soundly, shifting ever so slightly on the mattress.

God, he certainly was beautiful, with that masculine, purely male body on display.

I found my body heating all over again.

I clenched my legs together, soreness settled right at my center, feeling the stickiness of his orgasm when he smeared it in my skin coating my inner thighs.

A rush of desire made its way through me once more. I loved this man. I loved him so much my body ached, tightened for every single thing he’d give me.

I wanted it all with him. I wanted us to finally get our happily ever after.

And that meant I was going to cut my father out of my life.

I’d thought about it more than once after hearing Kostya’s stories. I could never look at my father again after what he’d done.

But the little girl inside of me couldn’t stop remembering all the comfort and sweet words of confidence my father had given me while I was growing up.

The love I had for him couldn’t be ignored, but it could be pushed to the back.

I didn’t want him dead, so I hoped once I told Kostya I wouldn’t be seeing my father again and wanted to start our lives together, he’d let go of his vengeance.


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