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LUKA

“Fuck me, Luka.” Natasha’s breathy voice caresses my prickled skin. Sparks of pent-up lust shoot straight to my groin, and my cock springs to life like it’s just been injected with the most carnal dose of adrenaline imaginable.

Her mouth parts, her full pink lips beckon me to devour her like a man on death row about to eat his final meal.

And it’s exactly how I feel.

I’ve wanted to taste those lips for months and having them so close so many times in the past few days...it’s been utter torture.

My tongue juts out and traces the outline of her mouth before I crush my lips against it. The sweet taste of peppermint and chocolate, her two favorite flavors of ice cream, explodes into my mouth.

“Don’t make me marry him,” she murmurs against my lips. She digs her fingers into my spine and gasps when I sink into her wet heat. Her velvety walls blanket me in pent-up desire. “I don’t love him. I love you.”

I wake up, a choked gasp lodged in my throat. My sweaty body shoots up in the bed like a pole has been rammed straight up my ass. Hard. I clutch the bedsheet in my fists, my mind jolted from a fitful sleep.

Blood rushes to my groin to complete a fantasy that will never become reality, and I collapse back onto my pillow. Short, stilted breaths lance my lungs like tiny shards of glass.

What the fuck made me think I could ever walk away from this woman? What made me think I could take a bite of the forbidden fruit and live with the knowledge that I will never have more than just one taste? And that my asshole brother will be the one to fuck her every night and put his baby in her belly?

It’s almost as if Dima left her here as a way to torment me for the last time, to rub my face in what his power can earn him.

Motherfucker.

I peer at the security camera feeds displayed on the television hanging across from my bed. My bleary eyes refuse to stray from the image of Natasha sprawled out on the bed in the now-sanitized safe room, courtesy of my family’s trusted “cleaning” service. Her long, toned legs kick at the covers as she tosses and turns.

I’d watched her for hours before my eyes finally drooped closed, my body still aching with the need to bury my cock deep inside of her sweet virgin pussy.

I grab the jar of coconut oil next to me on the nightstand and unscrew the top. I grasp my throbbing cock and drag my lubed-up hand up and down the swollen length. It takes every ounce of my rapidly diminishing resolve to keep from barging into the safe room and making her mine.

Squinting at the television screen, I stroke my dick harder. The images are dark and a little grainy, but the night vision mode gives me enough light to see her pretty clearly. She rolls onto her back and shoves the sheet aside, her legs spread open.

Wait.

I stop, mid-stroke.

Did she just–?

My breath hitches when I see her hand slip into the front of her shorts.

Oh, yes, she fucking did.

She’s awake.

Her eyes drift closed. A sharp moan pierces the air as she fingerfucks herself. Seconds tick by. Her hips thrust against her hand in a frenzy, faster and faster.

My cock jerks, hard and thick in my hand. I tug, pull, and stroke, imagining it’s Natasha’s hand on me. I squeeze my palm tight and rub my thumb over the swollen head. Tingles in my groin fire carnal heat that blasts through my insides.

“Mmm, Luka,” she moans on the screen. “Oh, God, I want you…so badly...”

I clench my teeth, the eruption so close. Seconds later, hot cum spurts from the tip, and the sticky slickness spills over the sides of my hand. Every muscle in my body tenses as the orgasm zaps me like a bolt of lightning and short-circuits every sane thought that tells me I need to bury this obsession once and for all, that I can never have the only thing I want.

I thought what I wanted was to destroy my brother.

Now I want to steal his fiancée.

I use my T-shirt to wipe off my hands and then collapse onto my pillow. This obsession is hitting way too close to home. I grab the remote control and shut off the television to stop myself from cyber-stalking my future sister-in-law.

But I won’t ever forget the words that slipped from her lips.

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