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“Then tell me the truth.” He spanked me long and hard for several seconds, adding gasoline to the firestorm, my pussy so wet I could feel it trickling down both my thighs.
“No!”
After he brought his hand down at least six times in a row, I realized that the anguish skittering through my body only intensified the dazzling sensations.
He bit down on my shoulder, growling like the savage he was.
“Please, don’t stop. Just don’t stop,” I said breathlessly.
“Then scream out my name. I need to hear to say it.”
“Kostya. Kostya! Fuck me. I need you.”
While his actions remained just as primal, rough, and angry, I sensed another change in the man, his possessiveness intensifying even more. He would never let me out of his sight. He would never allow me to return to my life.
Even worse, I wasn’t certain I wanted to.
He withdrew, teasing me, surging forward again. There was a new roughness to his touch, as if he’d realized that I wasn’t fragile. Maybe he’d infused me with his darkness, driving out all sense of rationality. Whatever the case, my hunger only continued to increase.
He swatted me several more times, my bottom aching. I was hot and wet all over, beads of perspiration sliding down my cheeks. As I stared at our reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t imagine being fucked by any other man.
As he plunged his cock deep inside in rapid succession, waves of pleasure tore through me, an orgasm rushing to the surface. I came harder than I had before, my voice stripped away as I threw my head back in an attempt to scream.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come hard. I want your sweet juice covering my cock.”
His dirty words filtered into my ears, adding to the sweet rush of rapture. I shoved my hands against the mirror, grinding my hips back and forth as a single orgasm burst into a second. I was no longer certain I was standing, had no sense of time or place. And I didn’t give a shit. It was all about his touch, his kisses, his hard fucking.
When his body finally tensed, allowing me to squeeze my muscles, the incredible guttural sounds he made were entirely different than before. He’d found his few moments of peace, an awakening of his dark soul.
But in doing so, I would never be free of this desperate need.
Still shaking, he crushed his body against mine, pressing heated kisses along my shoulder. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he caressed my arm with his hand, the tender moment one I doubted would ever be repeated. When I closed my eyes, my heart began to ache. How could this be happening? How could I allow myself to fall for such a ruthless man?
I was no closer to the answer than I’d been before, perhaps even further removed from allowing myself to face the truth. This time the silence between us wasn’t terrifying.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why fuck you? Because you asked,” he answered, half chuckling.
“You know what I mean, Kostya. Why did you test me with an unloaded weapon?”
“Because I wanted to determine how strong you were.” He finally pulled away, raking his hand down the length of my hair before walking toward the open doorway.
Was he kidding me? I wanted to lash out, scream at him, but a hollowness rushed inside of me. He’d never been able to trust anyone in his life, at least not completely. No family. No friends. No employees. I swallowed hard, finally able to control my breathing.
“Did I pass or fail?” I knew I was tempting the beast, the yin and yang of his moods constantly changing. If I said the wrong thing, he could become violent again, trying his best to push me away, but I had to know the truth.
He laughed as he leaned against the doorjamb. “You’re a very strong woman, Emily Shephard. Your father would have been proud. He taught you very well how to endure the kind of pressure I’ve placed you under.”
Spots had formed in front of my eyes. I had no idea why he was really doing this, but the sound of his voice, the treacherous arrogance reminded me of who he really was, the men he was associated with. “My father was just doing his job.”
“So you’ve already told me. And I’ve been doing mine, including killing the three men who dared enter my property uninvited.”
Swallowing hard, I wasn’t certain why I was interested other than learning what made him tick. I craved information of any kind. I just wanted to learn more about him. “What did they want, to steal your horses?”
He laughed, the sound a bitter, ugly reminder of how dangerous he was. “No, Emily. They wanted something much darker.”
“What? What could poachers want?”
