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He knows every inch of my body. I’m already close to my climax. It’s everything about him. Every touch of his skin makes me wetter. His words elicit an eagerness I never knew it was possible to feel.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises in my ear.
Mikhail switches positions many times, throwing me around. He fucks me hard, panting as he stares down at me. It’s rough, and at times I can’t breathe, but I don’t want him to stop. He isn’t holding back, and I’m glad. I want him to fuck me with his anger.
My legs straddle him as he sits upright on the couch. His hands run down my back as I ride him. A burning sensation overpowers me, and I cry out. I don’t even have to try to come with him—it’s inevitable.
I press my forehead to his as he holds my hips still.
“Fuck,” he says as his release drips out of me.
I can feel his heart racing against my bare chest. I want to hold him in my arms and make him forget why he’s angry.
“I’m sorry I left,” I say. My ears drown in the quiet that surrounds us.
He looks up at me, but that only lasts for a moment before his jaw hardens. I shouldn’t have apologized; I just reminded him where his anger came from. Reaching my arms behind me, I put my clothes back on quickly.
Mikhail pulls his pants up so they’re resting on his waist. Walking over to the kitchen, he picks out a bottle of water from the fridge. Screwing the cap off the bottle, he starts to take sips, his Adam’s apple rolling with each one.
Walking back in, he leans into me so his chin is against the side of my head.
“Try that shit again and I’ll lock you in that room.”
His anger radiates through my blood, causing my skin to burn. I suck in a deep breath of air when he gathers my hair in his hands and pulls my neck back.
“If you think for a goddamn second I’m sharing you with the world, you’re mistaken. You are mine now. If you decide to play nice, maybe I will too.”
His arms pull away. His fingers brush his lips as he turns and walks toward the hallway, the darkness in his eyes telling me I crossed the line.
* * *
I spend the rest of the day rummaging through all of Mikhail’s things. I know he’d be even more pissed if he found out I was doing this. He probably even has cameras hidden in random corners of the house, but I’m doing it anyway.
His computer is locked, and so is the safe shoved underneath his desk. There are stacks of papers with building layouts. None of that interests me—I just want to find something against him. I want a reason to fight him back, something that will get him to listen. He can’t be the only one in charge.
If he didn’t want me to be snooping, then he should be here to keep me from doing it.
The thing about Mikhail is that whenever he gets frustrated, he bolts. He just leaves me, and I become bored. It’s an invitation for me to do things I shouldn’t—like opening the briefcase next to his desk.
Undoing the thick strap that latches onto the middle of the bag, I see files upon files categorized alphabetically. My fingers brush past many of them until I see a file with my name on it.
I stare at it just as I once did with the diamond chain. I want to take it and read through everything in the file, but what good would that do?
I have to.
Letting out a scoff, I lift the file out and place it on the ground. Holding my breath, I open it but come to a stop when I see nothing inside.
“What?” I ask myself.
Grabbing the bag, I look for others. Dimitri, Lev, Max, Giovanni—they all have novels’ worth of pages inside, but I don’t have a single one. Here I thought Mikhail had an unhealthy obsession with knowing every single little thing about me ...
Unless he doesn’t want anyone else to know what he has on me.
I scramble to put everything back, suddenly nervous Mikhail is aware of what I’m doing. Just as I’m about to put the bag where I found it, I see a small white envelope tucked inside the side pocket.
Is that what I think it is?
Reaching for it slowly, I see it’s stamped for Mikhail. It even has his name on it in handwriting that looks familiar.
