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Pain spread further through my chest. “I warned you I was soft-hearted. I’ve been dreaming of love and marriage and happily ever after all my life. That’s what you are for me, my queen. And when you’re ready, I’d be honoured to show you how incredible sex can feel.”
The first time didn’t fucking count. Less than three minutes? That was just embarrassing.
Vasilisa swallowed again, her face a deeper shade of pink. “I didn’t… hate it every time they touched me during my training.” I had the sense she was confessing a long-kept secret, or her deepest shame. “Sometimes I did, but not always. And I know it was wrong, and I never once said it was okay or gave my consent but—I … Iknowit can feel good. I’m twisted and fucked up too, Damien.”
I couldn’t stand being so far from her. I rose to my feet in a move far less graceful than I’d have liked. I was exhausted. Seeing her terrified, the whites of her eyes showing, had galvanised me with strength after an afternoon full of arguing in circles with Stefan about a shady business deal, but everything I’d just confessed had drained me again.
“There is nothing fucked up about you,” I promised, snaring her in eye contact and refusing to let go. “There’s no need for the shame I can see in your eyes. You couldn’t help the wayyour body responded, and there isnothingwrong with you for enjoying what they forced on you.”
She twisted her bloody fingers together, her eyes flickering with emotion. “Does this mean… you want me?”
I bit back a throaty sound of rage at myself, at how I’d neglected my own wife until she thought I didn’t want her. I slid my fingers into her hair—and froze.
“You straightened your hair, Vasya.”
She glanced away, biting the inside of her lip. “I didn’t feel right with it curly.”
“You needed to be perfect, like before,” I guessed. When she’d had a panic attack so bad it scared the shit out of me.
When she nodded, my heart clenched. But I was done being a fucking idiot, and done ignoring the signs my girl was very obviously giving me.
“Well, I’ll just have to mess it all up so it’s not perfect. I have an idea of how to do that.”
Her chest hitched, hope spilling into her chocolate eyes and stabbing me in my already-bleeding heart.
“I’ve been leashing my need for you, my queen. Whenever you want me, you just say the word and I’ll give you everything I have.”
Her fingers tentatively fluttered over my arm before settling on my bicep. “Really?”
“I swear it.”
“Now,” she breathed before I’d finished speaking, her voice soft but a clear command. I’d be a fool to disobey her. “Please, Damien.”
I caught the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to straddle my waist. “Just so we’re clear, Vasilisa, I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll have no doubt that I am yours and you belong to me. You aremy wife,and if you’re still not sure what that means when we’re finished, I’ll just keep going.”
She shuddered, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her across the room. “Where are you going?”
“To our bedroom.”
She tightened her thighs around me, holding me captive with her dark, hungry stare. “I don’t need a bed, Damien. I just need you.”
“Fuck.” Heat poured through me as I assessed our options—my chair, the desk—
“Against the wall,” she said with a little shudder I felt all the way through my body. “And Damien?”
“Yes, my queen?”
“Stop holding back.”
CHAPTER 3
VASILISA
We got naked in record time, Damien unhappy about having to put me down but much happier when I pressed myself to him, warm skin to warm skin. The sensation was so good that I groaned. His hands rasped down my back, and it feltamazingto be touched by him and know he wasn’t going to stop before I could get him inside me this time. I needed us connected, inseparable, and my inner walls clenched at the promise in Damien’s gleaming black eyes.
His lips met mine in hard presses, trying to imprint his shape on my mouth, greedy for my taste. He scorched my tongue with the feeling of his desperate dominance, branded my lips as he licked each one before sucking my tongue into his mouth. I held him tightly, trembling and dripping, meeting his demanding kisses with every drop of my own frantic need.
“Remember your safeword?” he asked, panting against my lips.
