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“Be careful, Emily. Getting inside my head will do nothing but destroy your understanding of humanity as I have none.”
“Bullshit. I’ve seen it with Kiki. With the horses. You do care.”
He grabbed my hand with both of his, purposely placing the barrel against his chest once again. Then he yanked at my fingers until he was able to drive my index finger through the trigger guard, pressing it against the trigger. “Just put me out of my misery. That will make you feel self-righteous.”
“Stop it. Just stop it, Kostya. I don’t want to shoot you!” I was far too close to hysteria, the thin line between yearning for him and hating him vanishing.
“You don’t?” he asked, narrowing his eyes even more. “I beg to differ, Emily. You believe that it’s going to be easy to get off my property? Do you honestly think that even if you managed to break free of the confines and get past my soldiers that there would be anyone to help you?”
“What do you want me to say to you? Do you want me to stroke your ego, telling you that you’re the most powerful man on Earth? Do you want me to beg constantly for my freedom? Is that it? Is that really what you need to allow yourself to sleep at night? I know what you’re made of. Brutality and hatred. You thrive on causing pain because that’s the only way you can look yourself in the mirror, the only method of releasing all the anguish that’s burning through your soul, stripping you of any humanity. But I know there’s something else inside. I’ve felt it every time you touch me, every kiss, every…” My words were caught in my throat, the ugliness of the way he was looking at me choking the life of me.
“I have no soul. The sooner you figure that out, the better off you’ll be.”
“My God. You are one arrogant son of a bitch.”
“I’m protective, Emily.”
“The only person I need protection from is you.”
“Then go ahead and pull the trigger.”
He forcefully pushed my finger down a second time, the strength he used powerful enough that with any flinch I made, I’d give him what he was searching for. Why? Why was he doing this? To test me? To see what I was made of? To see if his goddamn flower could care about him? “I’m not going to, Kostya. That would be an easy way out for you. Is that what you really want? Then what would happen?”
As he lowered his head, the heat of his body created a wave of anxiety as well as desire. I hated the combination. I loathed craving him, but he’d broken through a barrier that would never be restructured, never as strong as it had been for so many years in my life.
“Do it!” When he squeezed my hand, there was nothing I could do. I screamed the second I heard the hard click. Instant visions of our sinful passion rushed through my mind like a tidal wave, the raw vibrations unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He’d awakened me, electrified me. I couldn’t lose him. No. No!
“No!” My mind erupted from the horror of what had just happened. I didn’t want him to die. No. No. No! Panting, I managed to jerk my head away, realizing instantly what he’d done, the repulsive game he’d just played. “You bastard. You sick fucking bastard!” I immediately dropped the weapon, issuing a hard punch against his jaw. The gun was unloaded. A test of my feelings and my loyalty.
While he turned his head after the blow, he didn’t respond at first. Then he swept me into his arms with such ferocity my breath was ripped from my lungs. I stood where I was, shaking as my mind tried to process what he’d just done. I fell against the dresser, no longer able to control my heavy breathing. “Bastard.”
“Did you really worry I’d die,mi hermosa flor?”
“Yes.” He grabbed my wrists, shoving and pinning me against the dresser.
“Would you mourn me if I was gone,mi hermosa flor?”
“God, yes.”
“You have no idea what you do to me, Emily Shephard. None. My needs are insatiable. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then fuck me. Just fuck me.”
He narrowed his eyes before jerking me onto my toes. As I struggled to get out of his hold, our lips collided, the lust burning deep in my core utterly insatiable. When he finally let go of my hands, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair. The kiss was an explosive reminder that we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
He fisted my long strands, our tongues sweeping back and forth as the lust increased, the moment of depravity even more passionate. His entire body exuded power and explosive heat, every cell exploding from a wildfire that would singe my skin. I was even more lightheaded, the unbridled hunger unlike anything I’d ever felt.
When he pulled away, it was only long enough to flip me around to face the dresser, shoving me over the edge. An instant slice of pain tore through my system from his roughness, but as I clawed at the mirror, nothing mattered but having his cock buried inside. As I arched my back, bucking against him, the expression on his face grew more carnivorous.
I was lost in the moment, the understanding that everything had shifted between us, a dam breaking loose. This was all about need as well as desire, a connection that could never be denied. I was terrified and confused, but I wanted this man like I needed air to breathe.
He wasted no time, wrapping his hand around my hair at the scalp then driving his cock in with such savagery, the mirror slammed against the wall. He clamped his hand on my hip, digging his fingers in as he fucked me wildly, knocking the wind from both our chests. This was nothing more than the monster laying his final claim over my body, a reminder that no matter what I did or if I continued to try to escape, I would always belong to him.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My pussy muscles ached from the roughness, but I met every brutal thrust with one of my own. My lungs were devoid of air, the fire burning within them combustible. I was shaking all over, raking my nails down the mirror, desperate for more. Oh, God, I wanted so much more.
“You wanted to leave me,” he stated just before he smacked my bottom several times, pain exploding into my system.
“No!” I lied, wincing as he cracked his palm against me four more times, pulling his cock until just the tip was inside. “Please, fuck me.”
