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“Lev, please…” I moan as he starts to increase the pace of his thrusting. I arch my back, begging him for more. When he adds another finger, it’s almost enough to send me straight over the edge. “Fuck!” I choke out. He doesn’t let up the pace of his thrusts.
Close…so close! I feel myself going over when he suddenly pulls his fingers from my sodden pussy.
“No!” I whine, reaching out to him. He slides down my body until he closes his mouth over my mound. I moan loudly as he returns those maddening fingers to my clasping depths, thrusting while he eats me hungrily. It doesn’t take long before he draws me to the edge of my orgasm once again.
“Lev!” I scream as I give in to the pleasure that takes over my shaking body.
And then, my eyes pop open.
What the hell?!
I glance around, disoriented when I find myself in the unfamiliar room. I am even more perplexed when I find my hand on my mound. It is soaked with what I’m certain is my own juice.
“Fuck,” I curse when I realize what has just happened. Now, I have no doubt that I’m going crazy. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I ask, rubbing my eyes, confused by how much control he has over me, even when he’s not around.
Why does it feel like I already lost the battle?
***
I sigh with relief when I watch the car leave the estate.
He left just like he did in the pastthreedays. I try not to dwell on where he goes every day. I try not to dwell on the fact that I barely know anything about my newfound husband.
I guess he’s out handling business.
I know about his corporations, shipping, and real estate companies. It is the front he shows the public about the source of his money. I know better. Everyone in the underworld knows better.
They know who the Devil really is.
I step back from the window, relieved that I can now leave my room if I want to. It is how I’ve survived since the wedding. I’ve been doing my best to ensure our paths don’t cross, taking my meals inside the room and only leaving when I’m sure Lev has left the estate.
However, even with all my precautions, he still has control over me. I‘ve been having wet dreams about him since that day. The marks he left on my body leave me bubbling with heat when I should be hating the sight of them. I’m mortified at the extent of my hunger for him.
I’m still thinking about this when I hear a lock turning. I shoot up from the bed and rush to the third door, which has never been opened before.
But it’s too late.
The door opens, revealing the last person I expect to see. He shouldn’t be here. He just left…I saw it myself!
“Surprised,Solnishko?” He smirks as he enters my room and suddenly fills the place with his presence. I’m tongue-tied for the first few moments.
“Wha- what are you doing here?” I ask breathlessly.
I can’t help but notice how darkly handsome he looks in his simple black shirt and pants. I’ve not seen him without a suit before. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving me a clear view of his powerful arms. I can make out the veins that line his thick forearms. Power exudes from him. I tear my eyes from his arms and shift to his chest, hoping to get some semblance of control. It’s a bad move because staring at the black shirt that highlights his muscles does nothing to help my situation.
“It is my house. I have every right to be here,” Lev says as he sits on the couch on one side of the room. I’m infuriated by his response.
“And it is my room. I thought I’m allowed to have some privacy,” I snap.
“All you’ve had was privacy for the last three days. Your tactics for avoiding me are getting old,” he says, leaning back against the headrest. I can’t help the way my eyes follow his movement. His words start to sink in, and I focus on his face.
“Last time I checked, I could have privacy whenever I wanted,” I scoff before something catches my attention. The door Lev used to enter my room is still open, and I see a room behind it. “Whose room is that?” I ask as I turn towards him.
I grow hot when his eyes sweep me from head to toe. I see the hunger in his eyes, and my pussy reacts immediately. The urge I have to throw myself at him is undeniable.
“Mine,” he says with his eyes still glued to my body. For a moment, I think he’s making another of those maddening statements of owning me. Then it dawns on me that he is talking about the room. I gape at him in shock.
“Yours?” My voice rings out higher than I had intended. “Your room is connected to mine?”
