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I’m not given room to adjust. I’m not even given the option tobreathe. I’ve become a toy again, a functional tool for his pleasure that only has two modes: on or off. Is this what it means to be a queen? His wife?
His voice circles my mind from that day.
Wife or whore?
I grit through the pain while bowing my head forward. The mirror across the room echoes the scene. There’s nothing regal or dignified about this. I’m not a queen. I’m nothing but a set of holes to him. That’s all I am.
That’s all he’s making me.
All at once, anger and shame flush through me.
He gave me no choice!
But still…
Better him or his brigadiers. A ragged gasp rises from deep in my chest. I recall their calloused hands stripping me before Pavel split me open on the table.
Better in the penthouse than in public.
Pavel’s powerful hands grab hold of my shoulder. “Stop crawling away.”
The feeling of being stretched overwhelms me as he brings me back. The pain remains, but with each stroke, a different sensation—shamefully familiar—is returning.
He’s twisted. He’s rough. He’s controlling, possessive, and…
…He’s everything my body wants.
His fingers find my chin. “I want to hear you moan, Liya.”
Fiery bliss floods my core.
Oh no.
But the only words I say are, “Oh God…”
No other man on this earth could have made me feel this way. And as fucked up as it seems, it’s a welcome change to everything I had to put up with asOld Liya. Everything from the disgusting pervert of a boss to the long hours behind the counter, the tips that barely paid my rent, the harassment bombarding me at every turn—all me.
Old Liya.The cautious girl, the inexperienced girl, the hardly ever noticed girl. She’s gone.
And in her place isNew Liya.
New Liya gets to have the roughest sex of her life with the head of the Suvorov Bratva. The man who will put anyone who tries to touch her six feet in the ground. She never has to deal with any of the problems of Old Liya ever again.
But is it worth it?I ask myself as Pavel quickens his pace.
Pain and pleasure struggle for control, and I balance between them—like a dancer on the edge of a knife. I’m terrified of which way I’ll fall as the tension builds inside me.
Please tell me it’s worth it...
Pavel wraps his fingers around my throat as his thrusts double. My spine curves, arching my hips so I can take more of him. I’m already so full, but he wants more.Iwant more, unable to control the urgent response my body has to him.
Desperate. Like I’ll never have him again. But that’s stupid, right? I know he’s going to do this again. I know he’s going to take whatever he wants from me,wheneverhe wants,whereverhe wants. There’s no shortage of sex when I’m an elevator ride away.
And something about that thought makes me cum.
A tortured wail sounds from me as he angles my hips back into place. I’m wiggling too much. I can’t help it, but another part of me throbs with excitement when he yanks me right back.
His fingers curl into my hair, gripping the strands so hard that my vision goes white. “Cum for me, Liya.”
