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Sergei’s hand is bunched around my black tube top, my stomach is exposed as he stands between my open legs, so close to my hot—almost burning—wet pussy.

“I thought she was a quiet little thing.” Roman’s chuckle reaches my ear but I don’t turn around, too embarrassed to face him.

“Fuck.” Sergei hisses as if only now realising that we weren’t alone. His grip from my top loosens as he fixes my dishevelled clothes.

“What’s this supposed to hide?” He almost mumbles to himself, his gaze fixated on my pebbled nipples poking through the fabric and shrugs off his jacket to cover me.

“Seriously, dude?” Aleksandr finally speaks with disapproval tinged in his voice and I hear a lot of shuffling, still unable to face them.

“I just witnessed Sergei sucking on tits and lips, I want to blind myself Oedipus style.” Some more shuffling.

“Your mother is dead, can’t use her pins.” Their voice fading.

“Fucking hell.” Roman mutters, completely blowing it out of proportions. “I should ask Elara for her pins.”

“Go back inside and Sergei might actually kill you this time.” A soft click follows—the penthouse door shutting— and I find myself smirking.

“He’s a menace.” I chuckle easily but it fades when I look at Sergei’s furious gaze.

“You are a menace. You drive me up the wall, every fucking time.” He yanks his jacket off me, exposing my uncovered skin to the cold air and lifts me off the counter.

“You are a fucking twat. Always manhandling me.” I struggle half-heartedly, enjoying the view of his back as he carries me upside down.

“You are maddening.” “You are infuriating.”

“Oh, I’m infuriating?” he scoffs. “You are insufferable.” “I’m not insufferable—”

“Yeah, you are. Your tiny fucking clothes, your long hair, your green eyes, your smile, everything about you drives me insane. I don’t know if I should spank you or kiss you. You’re incorrigible.”

“Too fucking bad, you’re not getting rid of me.”

“Good, cause you’re my problem.” He flips me upright, my back hitting the soft mattress, not hard, but firm enough to steal the air from my lungs.

“You’re mine.” His hand comes up instantly, gripping my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his.

“I’m not your anything!”

“Oh, yeah?” He sneers. “Even when you are begging for my cock in your tight, wet cunt?” Fuck. Him.

“Even. Then.” I shoot back, my voice sharper than intended.

“Careful.” He murmurs, his grip tightening on my jaw. “You not in control here. Especially when I’m pissed.”

“Then…unpiss yourself or whatever.” We both halt at once.

“Is that a fucking word?”

“It is now.” I keep glaring back, staring into his eyes glinting with untamed hunger for me, the restraint he is holding onto slipping, thread by thread.

“You. Are. Mine. Malyshka.” My pulse stutters, but I don’t look away. “From the sound of your laugh to the venom in your voice. Every single fucking inch is mine, your body is mine, your fury is mine, even your silence belongs to me. Your hate belongs to me and your…” he pauses.

“Delusional?”

“No.” He leans in, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “Resolute.” With one sharp tug, he rips my shorts down my legs. “Delusion is believing you can run from me.” His gaze locks onto mine. “Resolution is knowing I’ll never let you escape.”

I open my mouth to speak but he presses his finger on my lips.

“We’ll come back to this when my cum is leaking from every single hole of yours.” And he’s onto me, his finger sliding inside my mouth as his lips close around my nipples.