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“Because her name is Angelina Sofia Sandoval,” I say. “She’s Manny Sandoval’s daughter, Roman.”
“Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.”
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?” I blink, then nod. “Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.
I suck in a breath. He’s wearing that cologne again, the one that messes with my head. Grabbing at his shoulders, I climb onto his lap and press my core to the bulge in his pants. The moment I feel his hard cock against my already tingling pussy, a shudder passes through my body.
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“I was thinking something along the lines of Prinadlezhit Sergeyu Belovu.”
His cock slides out then slams into me. “Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.” I kiss her shoulder. “If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.”
