Page 25 of Sinful Wrath
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
Lucia clings to me, whispering her soft moans of pleasure in my ear as my cock spills inside her.
With a few more thrusts, I’m completely spent.
I bury my face in her neck as I try to catch my breath, and she presses soft kisses against my cheek.
“Mmm… I think you enjoyed the bucket list after all.”
Havingsex in a haunted house was definitely not something I considered doing before today, but I’m not adverse to the idea of doing it again.
“Knowing that you’re currently pantiless is hot as fuck.”
We exit the haunted house.
“I don’t appreciate that, Koslov.” She huffs, slapping a hand against my chest. “I liked those panties.”
“So did I.”
Lucia rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush pink. Her wavy hair is a little disheveled, and she has that satisfied look on her face that comes with having an intense orgasm.
I can’t deny I feel a little smug as we make our way out of Bryant Park.
“Let’s take a walk through Madison Square Park,” Lucia says as we head down Madison Avenue. “It’s only a few blocks away from the car.”
“I thought we’d finished the bucket list?”
“We have, I just thought this would be a nice way to end the day.”
“I would have ended it at the sex but whatever…” I grumble.
Lucia chuckles as she holds onto my arm.
I glance down, frowning as her small fingers cling to the material of my jacket. The way her cheeks and nose have turned red with the chill mixed with her slightly messy hair has her looking even more beautiful.
I’m playing with fire with this one.
It’s a short walk to Madison Square Park, and Lucia is quiet for most of the journey there. The streets are bustling with activity, and she glances around with a look of pure joy on her face.
I’m not sure I’ve ever looked like that.
I’m lost in my own thoughts as we enter the park, but Lucia doesn’t seem bothered by my silence.
We walk for almost thirty minutes before she eventually comes to a stop beside me.
“So, are you finally going to admit that you had fun today?” She gazes up at me.
“No.” I tuck my hands into my pockets. “I want to remind you that I’m only doing this because you’re making me. Not because Iwantto.”
“Sure…” She starts walking again.
“I don’t get off on breaking the rules like you do.”
“I beg to fucking differ.” She halts once more. “Being a part of a Russian Bratva means you break rules all the time. Hell, I bet you’ve killed your fair share of people.”
“That’s different.” I don’t bother stopping.
I’m suddenly exhausted, and I’m desperate to head home to finally have some alone time to decompress.