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Luka stares at me, violence tinged with hatred swirling in the depths of his turbulent irises. I swallow hard, backing away the slightest bit.
He advances toward me like a beast of prey, and I flip around to escape when he lunges for me, only to find myself face-to-face with a half-wall.
He captures me around the waist, his breath hot against the back of my neck. The scent of his cologne — bergamot and sandalwood — swirls under my nose like the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.
I breathe it in, letting it infuse me, simultaneously shattering my resolve because I cannot resist this man, no matter how much I know I should.
As vengeful as he may be, I can’t drag myself away from his rough touch and his devious mouth.
“There is no way out for you,” he hisses against my ear, his massive, chiseled body flush against my back. “I told you, Natasha. You’re mine and you always will be. I won’t let your father take me down. I won’t let him take you from me. And I will put my baby inside of you to show him how I used his own plan against him, how a piece of me will always be mixed with his own blood.”
My heart pounds so hard, I almost miss what Luka just growled at me. My traitorous body quivers under the pads of his fingertips, prickled flesh screaming for his hands to tear the fabric from my body.
He must get my desperate, telepathic message because he grips the zipper on the back of my dress and slides it down to the bottom, pushing the sleeves off of my trembling shoulders.
A sudden chill slithers over my bare skin. Rough calluses on his palms scratch my skin as he drags his hands down the slope of my spine. He pushes his hips against me, and a lot of fumbling follows.
Then, he smacks his belt against the ledge of the half-wall. The sharp whip of the leather against the surface makes me gasp…not out of fear, but anticipation.
“You did this to me, Natasha. It’s because of you that I need to fight these enemies. And I’m going to make you pay with your body.”
With one arm, he captures me around the waist, making my ass pike. Heat pools between my legs before the first lash of the belt whizzes against my flesh.
I yelp, not used to the stinging slap of the leather. By the time the second one hits, delicious tingles erupt deep in my core, blasting through me like tiny Fourth of July sparklers that light up my insides.
I lose count of the number of times he subjects me to his own brand of carnal punishment, allowing my mind to flood with the memories of his thick cock plundering my pussy. Each lash of the belt has me gasping, my body begging for more of his torture.
My eyes squeeze shut, soft mewls slipping from my lips. His fingers slide in between the folds of my pussy after he tosses the belt onto the floor next to my feet. My knees buckle at his demanding touch. The searing sting of my skin is blunted by the sensations coursing through me courtesy of his deviant fingers.
“Don’t you dare moan. And don’t you dare come until I say you can.”
I grit my teeth as his fingers press deeper inside of me. He uses his thumb to graze my clit at the same time, and my legs wobble more with each passing second.
The head of his cock bobs between my ass cheeks. I back my hips against his dick, and it slips dangerously close to my tight hole. I need to feel him inside of me — everywhere and anywhere.
“You want my cock, don’t you? You’re dripping for it, all over my fingers. Your pussy is screaming for it.” He leans his head against my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe. “Say it.”
“I do want it,” I cry out. “I need it…”
“Beg me.”
He turns me around to face him. My breath hitches at the sight of his lust-filled gaze, his bitable pink lips, and the beautiful yet frightening mix of emotions settling into his expression.
With a flick of his fingers, he unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the floor where my dress and panties pool around my feet. His eyes, though. I’m so lost in them, I don’t think I can ever be found. And right now, he’s staring at me like he…
But no, that’s just wishful thinking on my part.
He can’t possibly.
And I can’t, either.
It is ridiculous to think about.
He kidnapped me, violated me, assaulted me at every turn.
He hates me for what I represent, for what runs through my veins.
And I should hate him for the same reasons. He is a vicious animal, a deviant monster.
