MARAT
“My attorney already drew up the papers. I just need you to print them and bring them to me.”
“Are you serious, Marat? Does Adrik know?” Joseph’s voice sounded even more gruff than usual.
“Yes, I am serious, and this is one matter that does not concern my brother.”
I clicked end call, grabbed two bottles of water from the fully stocked refrigerator, and walked back to the bedroom where I’d left my sweet Dumplin’ after fucking her until she passed out.
Once hadn’t been enough. After the very first time I felt her sweet pussy pulse around my cock, I knew I needed more. One time. That was all it took, and now I was addicted.
All I could see was her. All I wanted was more of her. More of her perfect body. More of her sexy sighs. And more of her O faces.
Those were mine. The mere idea of her leaving my hotel room and gifting that sight to any other man sent me into a murderous rage.
Yeah, I was being crazy. But that was a side of myself I’d come to terms with long ago.