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I shake my head fast. “Um… I don’t like to swim.”
He looks at me with clear concern softening his features. “Okay, no swimming then.”
I quickly change the subject, forcing a casual tone. “I need to get back to work next week.”
His face hardens instantly, jaw tightening. “Why?”
“I need to get back to work,” I say, setting my fork down. “I can’t just hang around all day doing nothing.”
“You don’t have to,” he replies. “You can find something to do around here.”
“I am going to work,” I insist. “I already spoke to my supervisor here in New York. He says I can resume in the New York office on Monday.”
I plead with my eyes, not wanting this to turn into a fight. “Andrei, please. I don’t want to argue. I just… I need to get back to work.”
He pauses for a second, staring at me. Then he says, “Okay. But I have to vet the place, and you’ll have security detail on you at all times.”
“No,” I shake my head immediately. “That’s not going to happen. There’s no way I’m walking around with hefty men scaring my coworkers off. It would make my job impossible.”
“That’s the only way I’m letting you go to work.”
“Letting me?” My voice rises. “I have free will. Does being married to you mean I can’t do anything without your permission?”
“It’s not like that,” he says, his tone firm. “I’m doing this for your protection.”
“Oh, so you keep saying,” I snap. “Forcing me to stay in New York is for my safety. Getting married is for my protection. Getting a tattoo is for my protection. I’m beginning to think this is just you controlling my life. When are you going to stop, huh?”
I angrily push the tray aside and get out of bed, my bare feet hitting the floor.
“Get back here,” he orders.
I spin around, glaring at him. “See? Controlling!”
He’s out of bed and on me in one fluid motion. Before I can react, he pins me against the wall, his body pressing into mine, one hand braced beside my head. His eyes are dark, intense.
“Watch your mouth,” he warns, voice low and dangerous.
I lift my chin, breathing hard. “Or what? What are you going to do huh?”
He leans in closer, his breath brushing my lips. “Remind you who’s in charge.”
Before I can snap back, his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is punishing, possessive, all teeth and tongue. His hand slides up my throat, squeezing, as he devours me. I try to push against his chest, but he catches both my wrists in one large hand and pins them above my head.
“Andrei—” I gasp when he breaks the kiss, but the protest dies as he yanks my sleep shirt up and over my head in one rough motion, leaving me bare from the waist up.
He doesn’t waste time. His free hand palms my breast, thumb flicking roughly over my nipple until it pebbles tight. A sharp moan escapes me. He leans down and sucks the other nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch and whimper.
His hand leaves my breast and shoves my panties down my thighs. “Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Already so fucking wet for me and we’ve barely started.”
I barely have time to step out of them before he kicks my legs apart. Two thick fingers slide through my folds.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he growls. “This pussy is mine.”
He pushes two fingers deep inside me without warning. I cry out, hips jerking. He fucks me with them hard and fast, curling them against that spot that makes my knees weak. My wrists strain against his grip, but he holds me.
“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
He pulls his fingers out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them clean while staring straight into my eyes. Then he grips my thigh, lifts it high around his hip, and frees his cock with his other hand. He’s rock hard.
