Page 64 of Perfect Stalker

I stand up, wiping my mouth. Jenny looks utterly debauched, sprawled across the sofa with her legs spread wide. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed with pleasure. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Ivan...”

I stare at her still-pulsing pussy, watching her juices dribble out. I’m tempted to lick them away, but my throbbing cock insists I should be inside her—and no need for protection this time, since she’s pregnant. That makes me pause for a moment to touch her belly. “How are you feeling,kotik?”

“Good,” she says, smiling dreamily. “Really good.”

I return her smile, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’m about to make you feel even better.”

With that, I line myself up with her entrance and push inside. We both moan as I sink into her wet heat. She’s so tight and perfect, and I swear I’ll never get enough of her or her amazing pussy. “You feel incredible,” I say, starting to move slowly.

“So do you.” She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop.”

I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder. Our bodies move together in perfect rhythm, like we were made for each other. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking—moans and groans and the slick glide of skin on skin.

It’s intense and intimate, and I lose myself in the pleasure. Jenny arches beneath me, meeting my every thrust. I can feel her getting close, and I won’t last much longer either. “Come for me,dorogaya,” I urge, driving into her relentlessly. “Let go.”

She does, crying out as her orgasm crashes over her. My cock pulses when her inner walls clench around me, and I spill my seed deeply inside her. It’s pure ecstasy, and I collapse on top of her, spent.

We lie there for a long moment, catching our breath. Finally, I roll off her, pulling her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She snuggles closer, resting her head on my chest.

I run my fingers through her hair. “I want you to know something.”

She tilts her head to look at me. “What is it?”

I prepare myself for what I’m about to say. “I’m going to build a future for us without theBratva. A safe future for you and our child.”

Jenny’s eyes widen. “Ivan, are you sure? I know how dangerous that could be...”

I nod, my resolve firm. “I’m sure. You and our baby deserve a life free from violence and fear. I won’t ask you to marry me until I’m completely free from that world, but I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

Tears well in her eyes, and she presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Ivan.”

I pull her closer, marveling at the twist of fate that brought this incredible woman into my life. Lying here, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and the promise of our future, I silently vow to do whatever it takes to keep my family safe and happy.

CHAPTER 24

JENNY

The warm glow of Christmas lights bathes our living room in a soft, festive ambiance. The scent of roasting turkey and cinnamon wafts through the air, mingling with the fresh pine aroma of our decorated tree. I stand in the kitchen doorway, watching Ivan as he meticulously bastes the turkey, his strong hands moving with surprising gentleness. He’s still a little stiff, healing from his cracked ribs, but he’s moving with confidence in the kitchen.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I ask, fidgeting with the hem of my red sweater dress.

He glances up with a small smile. “I’ve got this under control,solnishko. Why don’t you set the table?”

I nod, grateful for a task to occupy my nervous energy. I arrange the fine China and polish the silverware, finishing just as the doorbell chimes, sending a jolt through me. “They’re here,” I call out to Ivan, smoothing my dress one last time before heading to the door.

I open it to reveal my parents, both bundled up against the Atlanta chill. Mom’s arms are laden with gift bags, while Dad juggles a casserole dish.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” says Mom, her eyes crinkling with joy as she pulls me into a one-armed hug. I reciprocate before turning to my father.

“Let me take that, Dad,” I say, reaching for the casserole. “Come in. It’s freezing out there.”

As they shed their coats, I catch the moment their gazes land on Ivan, who’s emerged from the kitchen. He cuts an impressive figure in his crisp white shirt and dark slacks, a festive red tie adding a touch of holiday cheer.

“Mom, Dad, this is Ivan,” I introduce, my voice faltering slightly with nerves. “Ivan, these are my parents, Mabel and Jacob Graham.”

Ivan steps forward, his smile warm and charming. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both. Jenny’s told me so much about you.”

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