Page 55 of Echoes of Sin

She gasped. “But I speak English.” Karina’s eyes went as round as saucers when Ilya spoke to her in Russian.

“That means you can speak both languages, if you want.”

“Wow!” My little girl turned to me and the joy I saw in her eyes sent the tears rolling down my cheeks. She was in awe of her father, and that was exactly how it should be. “Are you gonna be a real daddy?”

Ilya crouched down and took a hold of her hand, “I promise.”

“So we’ll do things like the daddy-daughter dance? We’ll go out just me and you the way me and Uncle Ryan do every Wednesday?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll need you to help me because I’ve never been a daddy before.” He flashed a smile that totally won both of us over.

My heart and other parts of me fairly swooned at his words.

“I can help you, Daddy. Right, Mommy?”

“That’s right, honey.”

Her smile brightened and she turned away from us. “Uncle Ryan, guess what?” And with that she shot out of the living room and into the kitchen to share the good news.

“She’s perfect, Brooke. Absolutely fucking perfect. So smart and so grownup already. I can’t believe it.” He shook his head, still staring at the spot where Karina had stood. “Thank you.”

“She is pretty great,” I agreed. “But I’m a little biased.”

“Perhaps, but you are not wrong. She’s great.” He took my hand and smiled up at me. “Thank you, Brooke. For taking care of her and making her feel loved. Thank you for keeping her safe.”

“Of course.” I swiped at my tears. “I’d do anything for her.”

“So will I,” he promised. “Always.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but my growling stomach decided it was the perfect time to ruin a perfect moment. “I guess I’m hungry.”

Ilya laughed. “Then let’s get you some food. We have plenty of time.” He took my hand and kissed it.

“Ryan brought pizza and beer.”

“We brought tacos. And steak. I wasn’t sure which you’d prefer.”

Dammit, he was so sweet and thoughtful. “I like it all, Ilya. Including you.”

“Wait until you taste the steak, then you will more than like me.”

We took the empty seats around my painfully small kitchen table, surrounded by a lawman, a Russian mobster, a lawyer, and a little girl. It was a strange family I’d hobbled together, but they were mine.

All mine.

And I was happy. Really and truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

Chapter Thirty-One

Ilya

“Ilya,” Brooke moaned as she rode my cock with her palms flat on my chest, so her tits bounced in my face. She rolled her hips and shivered. “Yes!”

“Look at me,” I ordered, smiling when she opened her eyes and met my gaze. I loved the way her lids fluttered shut uncontrollably when I slid one finger up her belly, the little moans she let escape when I rubbed my thumbs across her nipples. “You feel so fucking good, Brooke.” My own eyes threatened to close but I forced them open, unwilling to miss one minute of her beautiful face twisted in erotic torture.

She leaned forward as her pussy clamped hard around me, pulsing wildly as her orgasm swept over her. “So good,” she purred in my ear before she nipped my earlobe with a sexy laugh.

That laugh was my absolute favorite. It was the one that I couldn’t get enough of, not inside the bedroom or out. I gripped her hip with one hand while the other speared through her hair and I kissed her like she was my whole world, because that was exactly what she was to me. My everything. We kissed for an eternity before my own orgasm exploded out of my body and right into hers.

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