Page 61 of Echoes of Sin

“Now, this.” He found the hidden zipper on my dress and tugged it down quickly and made quick work of taking it off me. Heat grew in his gaze as he stared at me in nothing but a black thong and my stilettos. “Fuck, you are so incredibly beautiful, Brooke. And you are mine.”

“Completely yours.” My heart raced and my pussy flooded with need.

“I can’t wait,” he said, and his hand flew to his waistband.

“I don’t want you to wait. I want you now.” I unzipped his pants and shoved them down until his cock sprang free. “I need you."

“Brooke.” My name fell from his lips on a jagged growl and his head fell to my shoulder as I stroked his cock just the way he liked it.

“I need your cock in me, Ilya. Now.”

That was all it took for his control to snap. He slid my thong to the side and shoved inside me in one long stroke until he was buried completely. “Perfect,” he whispered in my ear.

My pussy clenched and then wept when he pulled out, almost completely, before he slammed deep. A cry of pleasure escaped and didn’t let up because Ilya didn’t. His cock, long and thick, pumped hard and deep, hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. “Yes, Ilya. Just like that.”

He gasped when I wrapped my legs around him to increase the friction. “Your pussy is heaven.”

I clenched harder and faster as he thrusted deep inside me and his grunts and growls became wilder and louder. “Ilya,” I warned as my toes curled in my shoes and my head fell forward.

“I can feel your pussy gripping me tight. Let go, Brooke. I want you to come all over my cock.”

Before his words were finished, I’d done just that. My orgasm hit hard and fast and continued as Ilya fucked me deeper and harder, prolonging my pleasure while he chased his own. “Fuck, Ilya!”

“Brooke,” he grunted one final time before the warmth of his seed fill my pussy and the love I had for him filled my heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered in a breathless pant as my body still shook with pleasure, every inch of my skin sensitive to the touch. “So goddamn much.”

We stayed like that for several long minutes, both of us soaking up the act of simply being together after two days apart. Ilya had kept his promise to me every night since that day in the restaurant with his mother—he’d been in my bed with his arms around me every night. Until the trip from London made it impossible. “We’re staying in the penthouse tonight. I plan to fuck you all night long.”

“I plan to let you.”

“First take off your panties,” he smirked at me.

I wasn’t sure what he planned but I complied and stepped out, handing the scrap of black lace to him.

He put it in his pocket and gave me a sexy wink, “For old time’s sake.” Then his lips curled into a devilish grin. “Let’s go be good hosts and then I’m having my wicked way with you, my love.”

“I’ll be thinking about it until you do.” I shivered at the thought of what the night held in store for me and for Ilya. Those thoughts kept a small smile on my face while we mingled inside Club Envy, and finally—a million hours later—it was time to go.

Time to have Ilya all to myself.

Epilogue

Brooke

Six Months Later

I couldn’t believe this day had finally arrived. I mean, of course I knew this day would come since I spent the past three months planning every little detail to make sure it was as perfect as our love story. I never realized I had an opinion on things like color palettes, plate shapes, place settings, and chair bows. It was stressful and made me more grateful than ever that I wouldn’t have to do this more than once because Ilya was it for me.

He was my end game.

My fairytale ending.

“Mommy! Mommy,” Karina called out as she skipped into my bedroom with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “Look what Daddy bought me because I’m his little princess.”

I turned to find my daughter in her purple pajamas, a lopsided ponytail adorned with a sparkling tiara that I had no doubt contained real diamonds. “Wow, that’s some tiara.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “Daddy is the best, isn’t he?”

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