บททั้งหมดของ Keeping my Mafia Husband : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 56

Fuck.She’s grinding her ass on my cock, rolling her hips like she’s done this before, like this isn’t the first time she’s teased a man in a place like this. Claire moans softly as I cup her breast, flick my tongue over one thick nipple, then suck it into my mouth. But I know her. She’s loud. If I start fucking her, there’s no way the people holding that auction below won’t hear.If only I could stop. If only I gave two fucks what those bastards think. But all I care about is that my hands are on Claire’s perfect ass, helping her grind herself against me. She’s getting desperate, her breathing picks up, coming out fast. Her hand slips between us, reaching for the zipper of my pants, fumbling to work it down, to free my cock for herself.I shift back to give her room, when I should be shutting this down. I should be able to stop this, to resist her. But fuck. She pulls me free, her hands frantic, stroking my hard, aching length. A guttural sound tears out of me. I lean in, mouth open

We’re walking. Actually walking. Like a couple. Not just having sex. We are holding hands down a quiet Moscow street.I’m trying not to squeal, but I can’t help it. I want to. Every time I glance at Aleksei, he’s already watching me. Oh my God. Is he in love with me or something?“What are you thinking about?” he asks, giving me a smile I’m sure I’ve never seen on his face before.Now that I think about it… Alek rarely smiles. But tonight, he’s smiled, multiple times. And at me.I feel like I hit the jackpot. Like I won some secret lottery every time he does it.It’s such a small thing. And yet, it makes me so happy.“Nothing,” I lie, walking barefoot now. My feet started hurting earlier, so I took off my shoes. He’s carrying them in his other hand, while still holding mine.I raise our joined hands, tilting the glittering sapphire ring into the light.“I was just thinking about that auction,” I say. “Why you went, even though you didn’t want anything.”His smile vanishes. Just like t

He bathes me. After sucking him off, all I want is to curl into his scent and sleep, but Aleksei doesn’t let me. He carries me like a baby into the massive bathroom, lowers us into the steaming tub, and begins washing us both at an unhurried pace. I must be more drunk than I thought, because I can’t stop babbling.“My parents are farmers,” I tell him loudly for no reason at all. “I used to milk cows and ride my bicycle to sell the milk, and I had twin braids down to my waist. All through high school they called me Claire the farmer girl.”“And you were offended,” he states, his hand smoothing down my arms, washing me or just touching me.I turn my head, eyelids heavy. “No, I wasn’t. It was when they called me dirty, smelly, and ugly, that’s what offended me.” My brows knit together, and I let out a long, weary sigh. “Well, you should have seen me. You’d have said the same thing.”“I wouldn’t,” he replies simply.I scoff. “I bet you’ve looked like this your whole life. You wouldn’t hav