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He pushed another inch inside, allowing me to get used to his huge girth. I was thrown into a frenzied state of mind, intoxicated by his musky scent, allowing the disruptive fire to ignite the embers I’d buried long ago. How could this bastard manage to do that to me? There weren’t enough adequate answers and there never would be.

“Uh. Uh.” My pants were primal, my starved-for-attention body and mind yanking the brazen woman from the dark catacombs of my being.

He thrust the entire length inside, digging his fingers into my skin. His husky growls were cries of satisfaction, his breath just as ragged as mine. “You’re tight. So fucking tight.”

Every part of me was on fire, my hunger almost as desperate as his. I was crazed from what was happening, unable to process his actions.

Or my body’s intense explosion of sensations. I couldn’t believe I was so wet, my pussy muscles immediately clamping around the thick invasion.

“When you learn to obey my every command, I’ll bring you pleasures unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.”

Obey. He was out of his mind if he thought for a second that…

He pulled out, interrupting my thoughts and when he slammed into me again, I arched my back, my moans strangled. As he developed a rhythm, the force enough to pitch me across the surface of the table, I fell into a sweet lull, no longer the woman I’d thought I was.

Sweet.

Conservative.

Respectful.

I’d become some lust-crazed girl who’d found her perfect drug.

Then he huffed before easing me into his clutches. As he placed his arm around me and across my chest, lowering his head, I closed my eyes in some crazy effort to try to block him from my psyche.

His touch was like a thousand bottle rockets, his heated breath electrifying every cell. I was thrown into utter bliss, his relentless plunges awakening my senses. As I gasped for air, he shifted his angle, driving the tip of his cock against my G-spot.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Do you want to come, Emily?”

“Yes,” I whimpered without hesitation.

“Then I’ll give you this gift.” He let go of my arms, slowly sliding his hand down my hair, wrapping the long strands around his fingers. Then he gripped my hip with the other, rolling onto the balls of his feet.

Within seconds, I was unable to hold back, my mind splitting in two as a climax roared into me. No. No. No… This couldn’t happen. This… Panting, I threw my hands against the table, rearing back as the orgasm became a giant wave, the intensity stealing my breath.

“That’s it.”

Every growl he made added to the combustion shared between us, the strange connection that made zero sense. I was lightheaded, nauseated from everything that had occurred, yet I wanted more. Oh, God. What the hell was wrong with me?

I could sense his body tensing, shaking violently. I clawed my nails on the table and clenched my eyes shut, fearful of what would happen next. When he let out a long, husky roar, erupting deep inside of me, all I could do was pray he’d allow me to live.

He slumped over me, the weight of his body almost crushing. After a few seconds, I dared to ask him a question, uncertain I was prepared for the answer.

“Why are you doing this?”

His searing breath scalded my skin and after he nipped my earlobe, he whispered words that would haunt me for years to come.

“Why? Because you betrayed me, Emily Shephard, daughter of Jonathan Shephard, otherwise known to some very dangerous men I work with as Ivan Romitoff. Once a former DEA agent, now deceased at the hands of the Bratva.”

CHAPTER3

Kostya

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’d fucked the girl, something I’d never intended on doing but I’d found myself incapable of ignoring the strong pull she had. Emily Shephard. I couldn’t believe my string of bad luck, although to some it would be considered a godsend.

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