Chapter 29 I love Thursdays
He releases a nipple with a graze of teeth and drags his mouth up my neck. “What do you want?”
Anything.
Everything.
Him.
I can’t string together a fucking sentence not when his mouth and hands are everywhere. Or maybe I’m shy to ask him to fuck me, so I just bite my bottom lip and hope he gets what...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 Doomed Christmas
2. Chapter 2 I'm alone
3. Chapter 3 Today's my wedding day
4. Chapter 4 She fucking fainted on me!
5. Chapter 5 Yet they say weddings are no fun?
6. Chapter 6 Go to the bedroom and lie onthe bed
7. Chapter 7 Sleep tight, dear wife
8. Chapter 8 Fucking blood-on-the-sheets tradition
9. Chapter 9 The breakfast
10. Chapter 10 We don't need to keep our guests waiting
11. Chapter 11 I need to stat far away from him!
12. Chapter 12 Escape!!!
13. Chapter 13 D'yavol
14. Chapter 14 You're very Russian
15. Chapter 15 Well, oh shit!
16. Chapter 16 Nothing, other than taking care of my wife.
17. Chapter 17 Maybe Moscow and marriage isn't so bad after all.
18. Chapter 18 Traitors, not my bingo card!
19. Chapter 19 You didn't finish drinking your milk.
20. Chapter 20 About time you opened the door for your husband, wife.”
21. Chapter 21 You're here
22. Chapter 22 Vodka?
23. Chapter 23 I'm thirsty
24. Chapter 24 Fuck you, Misha
25. Chapter 25 Don’t stay for long. You will catch a cold
26. Chapter 26 Don’t stay for long. You will catch a cold
27. Chapter 27 I'm afraid today is on a Thursday.
28. Chapter 28 More?
29. Chapter 29 I love Thursdays
30. Chapter 30 I don’t want to be a trophy wife
31. Chapter 31 Get ready for your first assignment
32. Chapter 32 Is he serious?
33. Chapter 33 A condom would get in the way
34. Chapter 34 I'll chop that hand
35. Chapter 35 He looks impressed…proud even
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