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“I don’t think so.” I tangle my fingers in his hair and say with an edge to my voice, “I don’t suppose we could finish this conversation after you’ve attempted to make that happen?”

He chuckles against my skin and then I gasp as he stands and the wicked gleam in his eyes causes an instant puddle between my legs.

“Your wish is my command.”

In one swift move, he tears down my panties, and I don’t even have time to process what happens next as he backs me against the wall and kicks my legs apart.

His lips crash onto mine in a frenzy as he bites and sucks my lips, his tongue thrashing against mine as his declaration of ownership leaves me in no doubt what I have agreed to.

It’s as if I’ve unleashed a monster and he is about to devour me whole, and my legs shake as he drops to his knees and parts my thighs with his hands. He leans in and swipes his tongue up my slit, causing me to groan with urgent need.

“Oh fuck.” I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me and pins me to the wall as his mouth nips at my already swollen clit, the sensation causing me to groan out loud.

His fingers curl inside me and dance in my desire and as he sucks me and invades my body, it’s still not enough.

“Fuck me, Mikhail.” I beg him and he grips my hips and pulls me down, lying back so I straddle him, my pussy burning with the urgent need for his cock.

“Fuck me, Lilli.” He grips the back of my head, fisting my hair and, with one hand on my hip, guides me slowly onto his cock.

We stare into one another’s eyes as he fills me slowly. A torturous building of need and desire. A contract signed in the best of ways as he slides inside my body as if it’s his for the taking, and it is. It always was, and no man has ever had the right to do so before him.

It belongs to him; I belong to him, and he belongs to me.

I ride him slowly, savoring every delicious inch of his possession, while staring into his flashing eyes as he watches me. It’s sexy as hell as he stares at me with an intensity that should terrify me. It makes my heart swell and my need to increase. I want to show him how much I love him.

This time I stroke his face and press soft kisses on his lips, edging my tongue inside and claiming my territory. His gentle kiss unleashes the power in me as I shift off him and begin kissing every inch of his skin. His neck, his chest and I love how good he tastes. Of sin and home. Delicious, wicked sin and as if I’ve fallen between heaven and hell. That is Mikhail Romanov. The man I have fallen desperately in love with.

I make my way to his glistening cock, already wet from my own desire, and I cup his swollen balls and slide his cock slowly inside my mouth. It’s as if I’m taking communion. Pledging my devotion to this man and his tortured hiss makes me smile as I increase the pressure.

I love pleasuring him. It gives me a power I never realized I had in me. Every kiss, scrape of my teeth and lick of my tongue causes a response. His cock is smooth against my lips and fills my mouth, so there is no room left for anything but him. Much like my heart, I suppose, and it beats faster as I do something new to me. I never realized how delicious a man’s cock would taste. His cock. The one that belongs to me now. I savor it, delight in it, and love how it swells as I unleash my devotion to him.

He grips my hair and pushes in harder, fucking my face with an intensity I love. He hits the back of my throat and I open it up to him, causing him to groan, “Fuck baby, I fucking love you.”

I swear I have never been happier than I am now and as he pulls out, he growls, “Not this time, baby girl. I want the whole of you today.”

He spins me around and towers above me, a fierce glint of protective ownership flaring in his eyes as he pushes into my core in one hard thrust, causing my eyes to roll back in my head as my breath deserts me.

He fills me completely and as my back scrapes against the luxury pile of the carpet, he fucks me hard, while staring with a possessive fury into my eyes.

I love how he loves me. All-consuming, burning desperation mixed with love. Fierce loving from the fiercest man I know. Brutal even, unrelenting, and a force of nature. I can’t believe I ever thought he had no emotion. He has more than anyone I have ever met and as my legs wrap around his waist, I drag him in deeper and gasp, “I fucking love you, Mikhail Romanov.”

“Mind. Your. Fucking. Language.” He growls and as the last word leaves his lips, it unleashes the mother of all orgasms to crash through my body, obliterating my mind and taking me somewhere else entirely. I am blinded by pleasure, glorious waves of uncontrollable pleasure that wrap me in euphoria and guide me safely back down to earth. Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar that unleashes streams of his soul to join mine as he pumps inside me with a release that would make the angels turn away in shock.

Our sweat coats our bodies and our hearts pound as we wrap our arms around one another and try to understand what just happened. I’m in shock and try to process what this means. My life has now changed, and everything is different now.

CHAPTER 49

MIKHAIL

Lilli is nervous. I can tell by the way she bites her bottom lip and fiddles with her hands in her lap.

“Relax.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

She pulls a face and says with a hint of desperation. “What if your family hates me?”

“They won’t.”

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