บททั้งหมดของ The Price of Bought Passion : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I woke up in the morning to an unusual sound, one you rarely hear in the urban jungle. Through the open window came the cheerful trilling of some little birds, and sunlight brushed softly against my skin through the shade of lush leaves. It touched me, and an involuntary smile curled on my lips.Turning over, I found the bed empty—no Kirill. Instantly, the most vivid flashes of last night flickered through my mind. How wonderful it is to be far from the nearest neighbors, alone together, where you can enjoy intimate moments to your heart’s content without fearing judgment for your… volume.My body ached and throbbed from the unfamiliar strain. If I don’t count that incident in the library, then my last time having sex like that was also my first… a hundred years ago!I heard someone walk into the bedroom. Turning my head, I lost the ability to speak, and Kirill laughed at the expression on my face. My husband stood there in nothing but lounge pants, bare-chested, holding a tray with b

Marina’s expression changed instantly. The irritation and growing indignation were impossible to miss.“Nothing!” she barked, but she wasn’t getting rid of me that easily.“Spit it out! You’re totally busted!” I laughed, ready for another piece of gossip.“I was looking for Nazar’s room,” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.“What?!” I stared at her in shock. “What the hell did you need him for?!”“Well… I was a little drunk…”I gave her a skeptical look.“Fine! Completely wasted!”“Oh God. Continue,” I chuckled, forgetting all about my headache. We walked outside but stopped behind the corner of the house instead of joining the others.“And I wanted to find Nazar!”“Why?”In response, the blonde gave me the kind of look you’d give an idiot.“I wanted sex!”I slapped a hand over my mouth. Terrifying woman!“And?”“I found him,” she huffed, her lips puckering, anger dancing in her eyes.“Oh my God, do I have to drag every detail out of you with claws?!” I st

Today is the boys’ birthday. Hard to believe—my babies’ age is finally being measured in years, not months!For the celebration, we reserved a restaurant with a children’s playroom. The boys are still small and don’t walk on their own yet—only holding onto someone’s hand—but they crawl actively and explore everything that catches their interest, and in a special kids’ area there’s plenty for little explorers to investigate.All our closest people will be at the birthday—family and friends. We invited Irina and Mikhail with their kids, since I don’t really have family friends here. Actually… I don’t have any friends here at all. Marina will come—she is, after all, the godmother. Valentina tried to refuse, citing some urgent matters, but I talked her into it… or maybe it was the part where I told her she’d stay at our house, where Yartsev Sr. wouldn’t be.And Nazar said he’d come too.Honestly, who else do we even need?As I got ready for the celebration, a smile played on my lips as a

I woke up when it was still very dark outside; I needed to use the bathroom. My gaze immediately fell on the bedside table where the black pearls lay.Officially—this is my favorite piece of jewelry in existence!The memory from just a few hours ago rushed through my mind like a wild storm.Kirill had stripped us of our clothes and we ended up on the bed. But he didn’t rush. He began to massage my neck, head, and shoulders slowly and confidently, whispering intimate compliments and filthy things, sometimes kissing me hungrily, sometimes licking me wetly, and sometimes biting my skin in the wildest way.And it turned me on. A lot. I melted like butter in a frying pan.While caressing me like that, my husband turned me onto my stomach and started kneading and stroking my back. I could feel his hard, eager length against my ass, but he didn’t use it—teasing me, driving me even crazier.Then suddenly he placed me on all fours, and something touched my lips—pearls.He ran the necklace alon

I couldn’t fall asleep for the rest of the night. Kirill came to the bedroom about an hour after I overheard their conversation. Like a devoted loving husband, he moved closer to me, hugged me tightly from behind, and kissed my shoulder.Bastard.It was hard to pretend to be asleep, because his closeness and the huge chasm between us made tears choke me again.Thankfully, Yartsev was quite drunk and passed out almost instantly.Disgusted and angry, I shoved his arms off me and crawled to the very edge of the bed, already planning how to make this bastard’s life hell. There weren’t many options, but his obsessive possessiveness and constant hunger for sex would work perfectly in my favor.I just needed the morning to come — and a certain excellent ally in this house.As soon as the clock hit seven, I bolted out of bed and headed to the shower. There were only a couple of drops of blood on the pad — surprising, since I thought the dam would break by morning. But fine. I cleaned myself u