Chapter 27

We both laugh as we jog down the hallway, sounding how I imagine newlyweds must. For me, it's the excitement and the relief. There's the issue with Oleg, but I'll handle that. The important thing is that Nikolai is no longer in power, even his own people are tired of him. Something will have to be worked out, but like I said marriage is off the table for me. My woman comes first. I love her too damn much to marry anybody else, even for show.

When I open the door to the hotel suite, she takes a couple of steps forward, gazing around at the open-plan entrance. "There's so much space," she murmurs. "That's the most shocking thing about this life—all the space that rich people have."

She turns to me when I lock the door.

"That dress makes your body look so fucking hot," I tell her.

"Really?" she says, standing to one side, her hands on her hips, making the dress fabric highlight the shape of her thigh. "Is that good?"

"Perfect," I groan. "I'm so hard for you. I need you to claim you and take you. I know you're a virgin. I know you need me to be patient."

"What if I don't?" she says bravely, tossing her gorgeous hair and staring at me. "What if I want you to take me? What if I don't want to be scared?"

She walks right up to me with a stubborn look on her face, then stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around me. She pulls herself against me, my cock flooding with heat. As we kiss, she slides her hand down to my manhood, stroking the outside of my pants.

The pressure turns me feral. I grab her hips and lift her off her feet. She gasps and wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her like this down the hallway, my cock grinding against her as I find the bedroom. When I drop her on the bed, she gasps and stares at me with that gorgeous redness across her face. The light makeup she applied isn't enough to mask it. It just brings out her natural beauty.

I lie atop her, finding her lips, our bodies grinding together. It's like there's this force inside us, burning, making us pulse together. She moans, and her tongue chases mine with even more fierceness, and then she starts tugging at my clothes.

My virgin does it urgently as if she's trying to outrun her nerves. I lean back so she can pull my shirt over my head, and then I stand, gazing down at her, my chest heaving.

"Your chest," she mutters. "The bruises…"

That's right. She didn't get a chance to see them last time. "Could've been worse," I growl. "Fuck, I need to see you. Now, Lia."

The way she strips makes me take off my pants even faster. She does it quickly until she's breathlessly wriggling out of her underwear, her tits swaying with each movement. The second she is naked for me, I grab her hips and push her onto the bed.

"Fuck, you even smell perfect," I moan, kissing up her thigh toward her core.

She makes the sexiest noise when I take her clit into my mouth. I circle her entrance with my finger while sucking her clit.

"Are you ready?" she moans, shifting from side to side.

With my other hand, I stroke my hand up and down my dick, spreading precome. I'm rock solid, my dick feeling like it's going to burst in my hand, desire making it throb fiercely. She moans when I keep licking her, flickering my tongue. Her hand smooths over my head.

"I'm wet for you," she moans, and I know what she's doing. She needs it fast. She needs to convince herself she can do it. "I'm so wet. Your virgin is wet…"

"You're out of a dream," I say, kissing and licking her sweet, horny pussy one last time. "Oh, fuck, you drive me so fucking insane…"

I move up her body, sliding onto the bed and holding myself up with one hand as I reach down with the other. My woman's body trembles all over when I bring my dick to her core, kissing her entrance and warning myself not to get too carried away.

She grips my shoulders, staring at me with wide eyes, the corner of her gorgeous lip twitching in a half smile. "I love you, but now you have to be the Bratva boss. Now…" My woman swallows and pouts in that sassy way that made me love her from the start. "You have to fuck your virgin, okay?"

She tugs on my shoulder, my balls pulsing with the stroke of her fingernails. "Can you fuck your virgin? Can you fuck me? Hmm, Dimitri?"

I groan as I push forward with my hips, feeling my dick push into her tightness, her body gripping me so intimately. I let out a shuddering breath as I go deeper. My eyes lock on hers. She stares at me with that same fixed smile, nodding, wanting more.

"Oh, oh…" Her tone changes, and her smile gets wider. She sounds surprised. "Oh my… It feels so, so good. Fuck. Oh, Dimitri."

Her tone urges me on. It's like our bodies were made for each other. My hard dick slides into my virgin woman's pussy, slipping all the way in. I collapse on top of her, feeling her tits press against my body. Her breath is hot and urgent in my ears.

"Just us," she gasps. "Forever."

"Forever," I groan, and then I slide out and push right back in, our bodies fusing, the heat making me go faster, claiming more of her hot body. She shifts her hips.

"Oh, yeah?" she moans, making it half a question.

"Like that," I manage to growl, but it's so difficult when we're this close, our bodies melting together. Her pussy makes gorgeous wet noises as I slide in and fuck her harder, deeper, pumping my hips so damn fast.

She drags her fingernails down my back. "Yes, yes, yes."

Her screams are pleasure and something else—surprise maybe, like she never thought it was going to feel this good. I always knew my woman's tight slit would make me feel even more obsessed.

I want to lean back so I can get a look at her perfect body. I want to see her big tits bouncing for me. I want to see her body shaking in the sexiest way, but I can't leave this tight embrace. I can't move away from the warmth of her body as she lets go.

I close my eyes, burying my face in her neck, tasting her body, her moans making my dick burn hotter and hotter. She's moaning passionately in my ear in pure release, her core fluttering around my dick, massaging my length as she creams down my cock. Finally, I have to lean back. I have to see.

I look down as I slide into her again. My dick is slick, coated in her release. I thrust into her harder, watching her expression shift with the release of the orgasm. She claws onto the sheets, staring up at me, letting out those sexy, ball-tingling moans.

"Oh, fuck," I groan when I feel her pussy fluttering again.

"Oh my, Dimitri…"

She lets out another shivering moan, another note of shock in it like she can't believe she's creaming again for me. When her tits tremble, I can't take it anymore. I collapse against her, catching her moan with a kiss, a hot stream of pure pleasure rushing from my dick.

We hold each other as we pant, our shared crescendo making us both shake, and then I lie next to her, keeping her in my arms. I don't want any space between us. I hold her so close.

She kisses my chest, then props her hands on it, looking at me with a smile. "That was so, so good. I can't believe I was nervous."

"We belong together," I tell her fiercely. "It's you and me, Lia. Always. But…"

I sigh, wishing I didn't have to do this now.

"I need to tell you something."

She swallows. "Yeah…"

"The new leader of the LA Bratva, Oleg, wants to go on with the Sokolov-Petrov alliance."

"But…" She shakes her head. "Doesn't that mean…"

I'll have to marry Mila…

"No," I tell her firmly. "Because that's never happening. There's only one person I want to marry."

As her hands tighten in shock, her nails scrape against my chest. "What are you saying?"

I sit up, pulling her into a kiss. She returns the kiss with passion and pressure, but then she puts her hands on my chest, pushing back slightly so she can look down at me. She's got a searching look in her perfect eyes. "Dimitri…"

"I didn't want to do this like this," I say. "Both of us naked and after sex. I had plans."

"What sort of plans?" She sinks her hands into my sides, clutching at me like she never wants to let go.

"I don't know. Something romantic. A restaurant. A speech." My voice shudders, my breath coming hot and passionate.

"But…" She leans back. "Maybe we should get some room service? Get dressed and talk?"

I smirk, sliding my hand up her leg. "Worried you'll get distracted?"

She playfully bats my hand away, but her eyes are gorgeously serious. "I need to know where this is going, please."

We both get dressed, and I wrap my arm around her. Then we go into the main room of the suite. "Here, a meal," she says, laughing as she gestures to the room-service menu, then she bites down and looks at me in the cutest, most beautiful way.

I take her hands. "You know what I'm saying. I love you. I don't want anybody else."

"But what about the deal?"

"Fuck the deal."

"What if it leads to a war?"

"Then it'll be a war," I snap. "Nothing can stop me from…" Suddenly, my heart is beating wildly, and I hold up my hand. "Wait here. I need something from my jacket."

She says my name, her voice trembling as I leave the room. I return with the ring box in my hand. "I don't know if it will fit you," I say. "My father never knew this, but my mother was engaged once before to a man she truly loved. She told me…"

I pause, getting choked up. Lia rushes to me and takes my hand, tears in her eyes.

"She told me if I ever found someone I truly loved, I should use it, but I never thought I would."

She's fully crying now, tears flowing down her cheeks. I'm stunned at the level of emotion moving through me. "Lia Meadows," I say, moving to one knee and looking up at her as I open the ring box, showing the golden band with the red jewels, an old-school piece still just as perfect as my woman deserves. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she says, her voice shivering as she pushes the words past her lips. "Oh, Dimitri. I love you. I don't want to be alone. I thought I did. I could have, but you… you…"

I take the ring and slide it onto her finger, then stand up and pull her into my arms. She presses her face against my chest and cries quietly. Then she kisses up my neck until she finds my lips. We sink into the kiss fully. She finally pulls back after a few minutes and says she wants to clean up her face from the crying.

I watch her go, love stirring in my chest. My cell phone rings. It's Mikhail.

"Are you heading back to the compound?" I say. "I might stay in the city."

"I'm taking a trip," he replies.

"A trip, where?"

"It's been a rough time. I need to clear my head—a couple of weeks of alone time. Don't worry. I'll be home before Oleg's deadline."

"That deadline is crap," I tell my brother. "I'm already engaged."

"Holy… what! Congrats, brother." He sounds genuinely happy for me. "That's amazing news. Damn, yes. You deserve this. You both do. I never thought I'd say this, but you'll make a good husband."

"Stay safe," I tell him.

"And you. See you in a couple of weeks."

I wait on the couch for my woman to return. She's got her hands on her stomach, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just realized. We didn't…"

"That's okay." I go to her and smooth my hands around her hips. "If you're okay with that, I am. You're going to be an amazing mother."

"Do you remember saying that in your sleep once?" she murmurs, a soft smile on her lips.

"It's the truth," I tell her.

"I thought I had to fight to stay on my own," she whispers. "I genuinely believed that, but I can't. It's like you've melted me. Go ahead. Call me a cornball."

"I don't want to interrupt you," I tell her with a smirk.

"Oh, so that's the only reason you won't call me one, huh?"

"Keep going," I say.

"I was ice," she replies. "Not happy, but not sad either, but you run too hot for me."

When I kiss her, I somehow know everything will work out. We'll never forget this moment, which was the point when our lives truly began. We'll look back in the years to come when we're happy and surrounded by loved ones and smile.

"I love you," I say when she pushes against me, driving me back to the couch.

"I love you too." She breathes passionately, getting hot and heavy.

She said I melt her. She does the same to me. Our bodies fuse. I forget every terrible thing that ever happened to me. All that exists is Lia.