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Oh, I really love when he gets dominant and bossy. It won’t happen, but it’s the intention that counts, right?

“Is that so?” My voice is husky from lack of air. It excites me, my clit throbbing and my pants soaked.

“You have a lot to make up for, lisichka. You still have to pay for tying me to the bed and trying to burn me in it. Stealing my plane. Sending me a video of that cloned dildo still dripping of you for my computer guy to see, along with my brother.” He cuts off my air, and my lungs strain, but there’s no panic. He won’t hurt me. My vision blurs before he releases me. “And that’s not even getting into all the things I know you’ve done without my knowledge.”

I quickly draw in air, but I don’t lose my grin. “We both know you loved that video. Did it make you hard, pet, knowing I fucked myself thinking of you? Knowing it was a piece of you inside me? Or did it piss you off because you wanted to be the one to feel my pussy come all around you? Soaking you like I did that dildo?”

His cheeks flush and his jaw clenches, but his eyes blaze with desire and jealousy. Oh, yes, that’s exactly what he wanted.

While the dildo is a replica of him, it’s still not the same as the real thing. Which is currently pressed hard into my lower belly.

“You’re playing with fire, lisichka.”

“Then isn’t it a good thing I love to burn things?” I taunt, giving him a toothy smile.

Anticipating his move, I duck and spin away from him, making him curse and round on me. “You know”—he prowls closer—“I think my favorite moment was the moment your brother came running in and got a good look of you naked, dick still coated in the mixture with restraints hanging from your wrists.”

His eyes narrow and jaw tics. “Is that what you’ve been doing to keep your obsession with me going, lisichka? Watching me on a camera you’ve hidden in my room? Have you been watching me fuck my own fist every night, thinking of you? Thinking of coming down your throat as I fuck that sassy mouth of yours?”

Yes!

“Mmmm, when I had time, oh yes. I really did love how often you would curse me.” I move around debris in the room, nimble on my feet. This game of cat and mouse will end up with me being caught, but not before I’m ready. The heady feeling of being stalked by a man like Ilya? I’m going to come in no time.

There’s not a shred of embarrassment as he moves over a broken painting, inching closer. His lips curl into a wicked smile. “I’d have cursed your name if I’d known it, but that won’t be a problem now, will it, Lane?” I fight back the annoyance from having to reveal my name sooner than I was ready, but the way he says it might make it worth it. Damn, I really want to hear him scream it when I finally have him inside me again. It’s been far too long.

“And did you fuck yourself as you watched, lisichka? Did you use your fingers or some toy, whimpering my name as you came?” He’s closer now, and I’m almost to the bed.

Fitting, really, because I’m going to combust if I don’t have him soon. My blood is hot and thick, my nerves buzzing.

“Maybe. Or maybe I whispered another name,” I taunt. Oh, someone doesn’t like that. His icy-blue eyes fill with jealousy, his body tensing. “Would you like to know what it was?”

He launches, tackling me to the bed. I laugh then gasp as he grips my hair, yanking my head back as he pins me to the bed, his body pressed tightly to mine. My body shudders with need, and I stare up at him, a wide pleased smile covering my face.

“The only name I give a damn that you say is mine. Because you are mine, Lane.”

Pleasure quivers in my stomach. Hearing him say my name, finally, is an aphrodisiac. “Yours, huh? And what makes you think I want to belong to you, Ilya? I thought I was pretty clear that you belong to me.” My gaze flicks to the thin scar on his throat. “I’ve marked you, after all.”

His grip on my hair tightens, eliciting another gasp. His eyes darken. “Don’t worry, I’ll be returning the favor.” His free hand slides along the side of my neck, brushing lightly, and every nerve stands at attention. “There will never be any doubt of who you belong to when we’re finished tonight, lisichka.”

He glides his hand back up until he finally cups my jaw, holding me still. “But first, we have some negotiations to see to.”

I blink, arching a brow. “You don’t need to bargain with me to suck your cock, pet. I’ve already made it clear I’ll do that for free.”

He chuckles. “Oh, we’ll definitely be doing that, but I’m referring to the fact that you want to use my interrogation room and all its toys. So, what are we going to do to make that happen? Hmm? What are you willing to give me to have it?”

Amusement slithers through the desire. Oh, this is the game we’re going to play? Well, I certainly don’t mind.

I lick my lower lip and croon, “And just what did you have in mind, pet?” I arch my hips, pressing tight against the bulge between us, and snake my hand around his back into his hair, weaving my fingers into the thick strands. His pupils dilate. “I’m sure we can work something out.” I lift my head, brushing my lips along the scar at his throat. His breath catches, and I can see the pounding of his pulse in his neck. I whisper, “Tell me what you want from me, pet, and I’ll give it to you. You just have to tell me.”

I nip at the scar, and that’s all it takes. He yanks my head back and slams his mouth over mine.

Looks like we’re done talking. Good with me. I’d much rather our bodies do the talking anyway.

Our mouths devour each other, fighting for control, as we grip each other’s hair. The sting of my hair pulling at the roots does nothing to cool my desire. I only want more. More of him. Of this.

If I don’t have him inside me soon, I’m going to self-combust.

Suddenly, he jerks his head back and rasps, “All of it off. Now. I’m done waiting.”