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“How does it feel?” I breathe in her ear.
She licks her lips, takes a breath, and whispers, “Strange.”
My fingers slide from her clit to her inner lips, gathering more wetness. A lot of wetness. The strangeness of my finger in her ass is overwhelmed by the pleasure she feels as I pump my middle finger in and out of her in shallow thrusts. Zenya groans and arches her back, pressing her cheek and breasts against the wall.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about your flesh gripping me,” I murmur, staring at myself finger-fucking her ass. “You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Including right…” I push my finger deeper and she moans. “…here. I’m obsessed with being inside you, princess. My tongue. My fingers. My cock. My cum. I want to fill you in every place at once. I wish there were four of me so we could all fuck you at once.”
Her brows draw up together and she whimpers in pleasure.
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to make her come like this. She’s so wet and burning hot against my fingers, and her clit is swollen to the touch. She moans louder as I grind against it. The noises of the party just reach us, which means someone could hear us.
“Hush, princess. Only I get to hear you like this.”
I savor the sensation of rolling her clit beneath my fingertips and thrusting into her ass. Zenya moans as I fill her up with pleasure. She’s burning in my arms.
I put my lips against her ear and whisper so softly it’s barely louder than a breath. “Maybe you want to pretend it’s not me touching you right now, but I have to tell you this. You have been my torment since you were fifteen years old. I was never going to show it. I would have rather had my innards ripped out of my body by wild animals than ruin those years for you. But being forced out of the family changed everything. The night in the warehouse changed everything. I want you. I need you. If I have to make you come a hundred times before you beg me to fuck you, I will, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I’m going to make you crave me as much as I crave you, and that’s a promise.”
Zenya’s hand is gripping my wrist. She pants harder and harder. The sound of my voice and the pleasure rocketing through her has put her into heat.
“You’re going to marry me and have my children, and I’m not bothered which happens first. I’ll fuck my baby into you right here and now if you give me half a chance.”
She cries out and whimpers, “I’ve never heard you talk like this. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
I grin wickedly in the darkness because this is exactly what I want to hear, that she’s seeing her Uncle Kristian with new eyes.
Just then we hear footsteps and voices approaching.
“There’s someone—” she begins.
“Hush,” I whisper sharply, but I don’t stop what I’m doing to her clit or her ass. She looks like she wants to argue with me, so I push my finger deeper into her.
I watch pleasure flash over her face and those beautiful swollen lips form the words,Oh, fuck me.
We’ll get there, princess.
Zenya’s eyes flutter closed, and she arches in my grip. I keep one ear on what’s happening on the other side of the door as I gaze at her.
“…mess that fucking uncle is making of our plans. Did you see how he’s glued to her side? Following his brother’s orders, no doubt. At least we know she’s still Troian’s heir, or Kristian would be forcing her into his shadow by now.”
I recognize the speaker as Yuri Golubev, though his tone is as different as it could be from his oily flattery of my niece earlier. His voice is low, but I can hear him clearly.
“I can still convince her to marry me,” another man replies. Jozef Golubev from the sound of him.
I go on smiling in the darkness and plant slow kisses on Zenya’s throat. She’s lost in pleasure once more, her cheek pressed against the wall as she surrenders to my touch. Golubev and his son can scheme and plot all they want. I’m the one who’s making Zenya turn into a molten mess, and I’ll do it again and again until this girl admits she belongs to me.
“It doesn’t matter what that stupid little girl wants, it matters what her father wants. He already refused my proposal to wed the two of you because he says she’s too young. She should be running scared after what happened at the warehouse. It should have fixed everything.”
Both our heads snap up and we stare at the door. My middle finger falters on Zenya’s clit but I don’t stop altogether.
Fixed?
What the hell do they mean, fixed?
Was that attack in the warehouse the Golubevs’ doing?
“Now Kristian is a guard dog at her side and Troian must be delighted she’s so well protected once more.”
“What do we do now? Kill Kristian Belyaev?” Jozef asks.
