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The reflection in the window created a larger-than-life man in a dazzling dark suit, the expression on his face making me shudder.

He was famished.

“Did you miss me?” he asked as he brushed the tips of his fingers over my shoulder, slowly rolling them down the length of my arm. When he intertwined our fingers together, pulling me against his chest, only then did I let out a deep breath.

“I was worried.”

He nuzzled against my neck, nipping my earlobe. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“I think I do. You could have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t.”

“That’s not the point.” I pushed hard against him, breaking the intimate connection, shifting in his arms. When he slammed his palms against the glass, I lifted my head, studying his dark eyes in search of answers for what he’d been through.

“Then what is?” He dropped his head, teasing me by sliding his lips across mine only once.

“You’re a wanted man, hunted like an animal.”

My statement amused him, his eyes twinkling. “You should know my skills by now.”

“It’s not your skills I’m worried about.” I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, rubbing my fingers up and down his jacket. “It’s how brutal other men can be.”

“And you don’t think women can be as fierce? I own a woman who is tough as nails.”

“You own her, huh?” I breathed, the fire in my belly increasing.

“Without a doubt. She belongs to me.” As he captured my mouth, I rose onto my tiptoes, swooning, my heart racing.

There was nothing like being in his arms or his powerful kisses, the way he dominated my tongue embroiling the need sweeping through me. I slid my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair as he ran his hand down my back, cupping my buttocks. I found myself melting in his arms, unable to think of anything else but being with him.

Everything I’d hated about him seemed to vanish, replaced with more than just a physical need. I longed to have his arms wrapped around me, holding me close and whispering words of security. I craved the way he made me feel when he brushed his lips along every inch of skin, igniting a fire until it was a raging firestorm. And I wanted to spend hours just being close to him, reveling in the power of his masculinity, exploring and satisfying every desire possible.

As the kiss became more intense, the knot in my stomach faded, replaced with dazzling butterflies, my pulse skyrocketing. Everything Kostya did was to the extreme, including how he fucked me, but tonight’s hold was entirely different.

Explosive.

Final.

Loving.

As if the world around us would end, threatening not only our lives but the crazy happiness we’d found in each other’s arms. I clung to him, arching my back as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth. He tasted of cinnamon and sunshine, glorious in every aspect.

When he finally broke the kiss, biting down on my lower lip, I issued several scattered moans. He turned his head, taking ragged breaths, his command husky.

“Leave us now.”

The soldiers reacted instantly, moving quickly toward the door. When they’d left, he backed away, his expression completely possessive. He removed his weapon, placing it on the closest table, then yanked off his jacket, tossing it aside. When he advanced, whisking me into his arms, there was no doubt he was going to devour me.

Kostya’s eyes never left me as he took long strides into the bedroom, holding me close for a few seconds before easing me onto my feet. There was no need for him to command me to do anything. I yanked at his shirt, tearing his buttons. He ripped it off then jerked the straps of my dress down my arms, wasting no time tearing the material away from my body.

“Goddamn it, woman. I want you even more than I have before.”

As he’d done so many times before, he wrapped a single finger around the edge of my panties, disintegrating them with a single snap of his wrist. I shoved my hands against his chest, knocking him off balance then reached for his belt, fumbling to try to unbuckle as it became even more difficult to breathe.

He issued several dark, dangerous growls, the sound floating all around us. “My raging kitten is very hungry.”

“Don’t talk. Just fuck me.”

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