Page 39 of Tattooed Heart

As we walk through the estate doors, I feel a shift settle deep in my gut. This isn’t over. Morozov still breathes. Petrov might have flipped, but the war hasn’t ended. There will be consequences for what happened. There will be blood to pay for those weeks stolen from me. For the fear Sandy lived with, and the threats made against our family.

But I’m no longer alone. And neither is she. And that changes everything.

Inside, the warmth of the estate envelopes us like a shield. The foyer echoes with our footsteps as Sandy leads me toward the stairs. Guards nod respectfully as we pass, their eyes alert despite the familiar surroundings. In our world, safety is never guaranteed.

“Are you hungry?” Sandy asks, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand as we walk. Such a normal question. Such a domestic concern. It makes my heart ache with everything I missed.

“Later,” I reply because food isn’t what I need. What I need is to hold her without eyes watching. What I need is privacy, quiet, and time to remember what it feels like to sink my cock into her wet pussy.

She understands. Without another word, she guides me up the stairs and to the guest bedroom we have occupied since Morozov first threatened us.

When the door closes behind us, I slowly pull her back into my arms. I trace the lines of her face with my fingertips, memorizing her all over again. The slight arch of her eyebrows, the curve of her lips, and the small scar near her hairline from a childhood accident. She is real. This is real.

“I thought of you every night,” I confess, my voice low against the room's quiet. “I told myself to stop. That it would be easier if I could just forget for a while. But I never could.”

Sandy reaches up and touches my face, her fingers gentle against the stubble I wasn’t able to shave properly in weeks. “Good,” she breathes. “Because I never stopped thinking of you either.”

At this moment, with her arms around me and her heart beating against mine, I know with absolute certainty that we will face it together, whatever comes next. Morozov, Petrov, the police, the feds. No one stands a chance against what we have built. Not just power, money, or influence. But something far more dangerous. Love.

13

DIMITRI

I need her more than my next breath in every way a man can need a woman. And in the next moment, I will claim her all over again, body and soul.

“I miss the feel of your sweet pussy,” I whisper, undressing her. She is so beautiful, and it makes my chest ache. I strip off my clothes and pull her to me, needing the feel of her skin against mine like a man starved for warmth.

She sucks in a breath as I grind my hard cock against her clit. Her nipples seem to harden even more as I cup her pussy against the palm of my hand.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I demand. “Tell me,malyshka.”

“You,” she breathes, grinding her pussy against my hand. “It belongs to you.”

I lift her up and place her on the bed. Cupping her breast, I suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles.

Sandy inhales sharply, grabbing onto my shoulders.

“Yes…” she moans, arching her back as I switch to the other breast.

She bites down on her bottom lip as I tease her, sliding my cock against her slick folds. Her plump breasts quiver as an animalistic need washes over me to push her breasts together and shove my cock between them. I pump my cock quickly, squeezing her breasts together.

“D-Dimitri,” she whimpers. “Fuck me…just fuck me…”

Her eyes flare with desire as she trails her tongue over her bottom lip. Releasing her breasts, I thrust my cock into her pussy in one swift motion.

She is so fucking wet. I push into her until my balls smack against her. I capture her gasp with my mouth, tasting her sweetness with my tongue.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust my cock in and out of her like a man possessed, hypnotized by the way her breasts bounce with each thrust. Sweat drips off my skin as her nails dig into my forearms. She feels so fucking good I want to shoot my cum into her right now. But I hold back when I feel her core tighten.

“That’s it,kiska,” I groan. “Come for me…come all over my cock…”

Her lashes flutter as beads of sweat collect between her breasts. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine as she convulses around my cock.

I’m still hard when I pull out of her. Grabbing her legs, I hook them around my waist and lift her off the bed. She nestles her head on my shoulder, her body still quivering from her release.

I walk her over to the window and watch her eyes widen with alarm as I twist her around and press her up against the glass.

“Dimitri…” she whispers. I place her palms flat against the glass and nudge her legs apart. Goosebumps spread across her porcelain skin as I rub a possessive hand over the globe of her ass.

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