Gilded Tears: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kovalyov Bratva Book 2) by Nicole Fox (e book free reading .txt) 📕

I nod. I knew the math as well as he did.

But Kaminski hadn’t called my bluff. He bought it.

And we just bought ourselves an ally.

36

Esme

The Next Morning

I take him deep, his cock filling my mouth as his tongue pushes through the folds of my pussy. I have to jerk back just to gasp so that I don’t choke on him.

I love giving Artem head. It’s such an erotic experience, and one I never thought I’d enjoy. But apparently, when you find the right man, it can be a huge turn-on.

Usually, I like to concentrate on him.

But today, he insisted on eating me out while I suck his cock.

I’ve never actually tried the sixty-nine position with anyone before, and I’m finding it overwhelming.

I can feel my juices coat the bedsheets beneath me, but Artem seems oblivious as he tongue-fucks me relentlessly.

I lick his balls as my hand strokes his massive shaft, but the moment his tongue circles my clit, I know there’s no way I can concentrate on what I’m doing.

He eats me out passionately and I come right on his face, gasping and moaning and clinging to the sides of the bed as though I’m scared to float away.

Before I can even catch my breath, Artem climbs on top of me and I feel his cock slide inside me easily.

He starts to fuck me hard, anchoring me in place with his massive chest.

We come together seconds later and I sigh with contentment, thankful that Phoenix has his own room and has started sleeping soundly.

Artem dips his head down to my breasts and sucks on my nipples for a moment before pulling away and getting out of bed.

I sit up, drawing the sheets around my breasts as I watch him reach for his boxers.

“Where are you off to?” I demand playfully.

“I have a meeting,” he sighs. “Several, actually, and I’m late to them all.”

I smile guiltily. “Is that my fault? Did I delay you?”

“Delay?” he asks with amusement. “Is that what you call attacking me when I was practically out the door?”

I laugh. “I didn’t attack you!”

“You threw your naked body on me and dragged me by my cock into bed,” he reminds me as my cheeks blush scarlet. “What do you call that?”

“Um… love?” I offer.

Artem laughs but his eyes soften.

“Fair enough,” he says, pulling on his boots. “Love it is.”

Once he’s full dressed, he walks over to me and gives me one last kiss.

“Alik and Gennadi will be with you today in case you want go out.”

I sigh. “Artem, I don’t need two bodyguards.”

“Yes,” he says firmly, “you do.”

“The whole point is that I’m meant to be travelling under the radar, right?” I ask. “I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb if I’m accompanied by two bodyguards the whole time.”

“Which is why they’re dressed in plainclothes,” he tells me. “They’ll blend into the crowd, don’t worry.”

“Still really unnecessary.”

“I’m not taking any risks where you and Phoenix are concerned.”

Right on cue, I hear a piercing cry from the next room. I smile and Artem shakes his head.

“Speak of the little devil,” he says. “At least he didn’t cock-block me today.”

I laugh and get out of bed, letting the sheet fall away from my body. I feel Artem’s eyes on me and my skin heats up instantly.

As though we didn’t just finish getting extremely filthy with each other.

He reaches out and slaps my ass gently. I dodge his second swipe and wrap my robe around me.

“Hey, now! No tocas,” I reprimand. “Hands to yourself, mister.”

“I’m only human, woman,” he growls. “Put your clothes back on or come over here.”

I smile as I knot the rope of my bathrobe. “I thought you were late, eh?”

“Fuck.”

I follow him out of the bedroom. Artem stomps into the living room, but I make a small detour to get Phoenix.

He throws his tiny fists in the air when he sees me. I pick him up and take him back out to where Artem is.

“Hey, little man,” he says, placing a kiss on Phoenix’s head. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

“You’ll be here for dinner?” I check.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then,” I reply. “Have a good day.”

As if he’s a normal husband headed off to a normal job, and I’m a normal housewife about to embark on a normal day of tending a home and raising a child.

None of this is normal.

But I’m starting to realize… maybe I like it that way.

“You, too,” he says. “And please don’t ditch Alik and Gennadi.”

I smirk. “Fine. But only because you asked so sweetly.”

He rolls his eyes but kisses me once more. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away. “Now, I really have to go.”

He kisses Phoenix again and whisks out the door.

I’m left standing in the kitchen, holding our baby and buzzing head to toe with the aftershocks of Artem’s tongue between my legs and his kiss on my lips.

It’s a scene of such domesticity that it takes me by surprise and makes me realize that my dreams are closer to reality than I’ve realized.

Yes, I’m still very much a part of the world I vowed to leave, but it feels like a small price to pay for a man like Artem.

My last few months alone had put things in perspective. I know now that it was wrong of me to have deprived Phoenix of his father.

My reasons were valid, of course. But just seeing how my baby’s eyes light up when Artem whirls him around the room is enough to make my heart hurt for ever having separated them in the first place.

“Let’s have a good day, yes, my little angel?” I whisper to Phoenix, tweaking his button nose. He gurgles and squeezes my fingertip.

Artem had floated the idea of hiring a nanny, but I’d nixed it immediately. I just don’t know if I can trust anyone at this time.

Maybe once the threat of Budimir is gone, I could get on board with hiring some help. But not until then.

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