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“Enough.” He shrugs and jerks his head. “Come here.”
“I am here.” I smile mischievously and he growls, “Closer.”
I angle my head to his and he reaches behind it and crashes my lips to his mouth. He forces his tongue inside and twists it with mine, tasting, controlling, and claiming.
His fingers bunch in my hair and it’s painful. It takes my attention away from the sweetness of the kiss and reminds me of who he is.
When I think of his power, it reduces me to a hot mess. I have never met anyone like him in my life, and I doubt I will again. I’m the fool who has given him one hundred days to ruin me forever, and I’m not sorry about that.
The hours pass and we lie naked against one another, kissing, talking, and touching. I ask him about his family, and he tells me about every single one. I speak of Reggie and my father. I only want happy memories tonight. I am happy. I’m fulfilled and falling hard for this man.
His soft touches and dirty words. His strong personality and guarded expression. He is a man of extremes, and I am interested in every single part of him. His fabric is dark and his mind darker. He is a man of mystery and yet the most open one I have ever met.
Somehow, we fall asleep. Tangled in one another’s limbs, drifting into unconsciousness, the burn from what happened earlier reminding me of the most glorious moment of my life.
“Wake up, baby.” A soft touch rouses me from my sleep, and I blink as the light hits my sleepy eyes.
“What time is it?”
“Show time.” He laughs, but it has no humor in it.
“We must shower, dress, and eat. Then we work.”
“Work?” I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I stare in surprise as he stands naked by the window, offering me the most glorious sight I have seen in a long time.
There is something about this man, something terrifying yet addictive. He is rough, cold, and fearsome, but also loving, sweet and kind.
He turns and smiles, but it’s a wicked one and he nods toward the bathroom.
“Come. Let’s clean up.”
“Together?”
My eyes widen and he smirks. “Of course. I want you to scrub my back.”
My face flames as I realize I’m naked and despite what happened last night, it was dark in here. Now light is flooding the room and I’m self-conscious but that doesn’t bother him apparently because he tears the sheets from the bed and growls, “I want to see every glorious inch of you, Lilli. Don’t cover up as if you’re ashamed of that.”
“I’m not ashamed.” My expression must say otherwise because he laughs softly.
To prove him wrong, I stand and head at speed toward the bathroom, giving him a fine view of my ass as I go.
I don’t even look at him as I head into his insanely decadent bathroom and step into the shower that comes on as if by magic.
I purposefully turn away and grab a handful of soap and make to rub it on my body, conscious of the soreness between my legs and inside. Come to think of it, he may as well have fucked me with a flaming torch. It’s pretty sore down there and yet as I make to clean up, he joins me and says softly, “Allow me, baby girl.”
My breath hitches as he grabs a handful of soap and rubs it gently over my skin, taking his time and making sure his touch is gentle.
It feels so good and I whisper, “I could get used to this.”
He says nothing but kisses my neck and a shiver passes through me as his hands work my body, the burn forgotten as my body calms it in a different way. Why do I want him so much? I should be appalled by him, scared of him, but there is something so dangerously addictive about a man like Mikhail Romanov.
The added danger, the fact I’m his prisoner, possibly the dirty words he whispers in my ear and the promise to bring down my enemies. I can refuse him nothing at all, which is a big problem for me because I’m not tough enough for a man like him. I will be hurt; I already know that and yet I couldn’t stop this if I tried.
He carefully rubs the soap into my pussy and my breath hitches as he kisses my lips at the same time. It’s so soft, gentle and, dare I say it caring.
My entire body responds to him and leans toward him like a flower seeking the sun.
He bites down softly on my lower lip, and I groan into his mouth. His cock pressing against my stomach, reminding me what I’m here for.
