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His hand slides to my ass, gripping me there, squeezing as he grinds his hips against me, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Tell me,kotenok. Did he make you beg for all the shameful things you know you shouldn’t want, but do? Did he make you feel like this?”
I glare at him, squirming in his grasp as I try to resist the urge to spit in his face. “I didn’t hate Adrian this much,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him. “Is that answer enough for you?”
“How much?” Mikhail raises an eyebrow. “Show me how much you hate me,kotenok.”
I have just enough space to get my hands free. Before I can think about the wisdom of it, or anything other than the heated, uncontrollable feelings rushing through me, I raise one hand and slap him across the face, hard enough to knock it slightly to one side.
Mikhail grins. “I don’t think I understood. Show me again. Use your claws, kitten.”
Something about the casual way he takes it, the way he asks for more, inflames me with a fury I hadn’t known I possessed. I let out a sound that’s almost a shriek, swinging at him again with fingers clawed, raking the side of his jaw as he dodges.
“You want to hurt me,” he murmurs. “See,kotenok? We want the same thing after all.”
I swing again, trying to claw and slap at his face. He lets me for a moment, taking a few blows before he grabs my wrists, staring down at me with an expression of such pure lust that it shakes me to my very core.
“You must have enjoyed him, to be so defensive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and jealousy. “Do you want to tell me about it, Natalia? Did you suck his cock like you suck mine? I’d wager you never threatened to bite his off.”
I try to knee him in the balls, but he moves out of my range, one hand wrapping around my wrists tighter as the other grabs my hip, holding me against him hard enough to prevent me from being able to try it again.
“Maybe I should have gone to Ruby instead of you,” Mikhail taunts. “Not for the same purposes, of course. I would have always found you,krasotka. You were always the one I needed to take my revenge out on. But maybe I should have enjoyed her first.”
His hand slides down my hip, pushing my skirt up, smoothing over the soft flesh of my thigh. “I could have taken her out, spoiled her, paid her for her time. I imagine she would have beensomuch more appreciative.” He grins down at me, his gaze locked on mine. “Maybe I would have thought more clearly with you,kotenok, if I had let that pretty redhead make me come before I went to see you. I’m sure she would have sucked my cock with much less effort.”
I shouldn’t be jealous. I have no reason to be.I don’t want this,I remind myself, but as he talks about fucking Ruby, about enjoying himself with her before he’d come after me, all I can feel is the hot flush of exactly that feeling that I shouldn’t have.
“Ihateyou,” I hiss, twisting in his grasp, but he doesn’t give me an inch. “I fucking hate you, you–”
“Of course you do,” Mikhail laughs. “But you want me, too. Which is why you hate the idea of me bending Ruby over and filling her up with my thick cock as much as I hate the idea of handsome Adrian Drakos between your legs.”
He spins me suddenly, pushing me forward over the couch as he shoves my dress up, baring me to him as he holds me down with my wrists behind my back. “I know you talked about me with her. Of course you did. You must have enjoyed having such a wealthy client to tell her about before you realized what was really going on. Did you enjoy makingherjealous?”
“No,” I gasp out, and I feel the hot sting of Mikhail’s palm against my ass immediately after.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warns. “You know how I hate that,kotenok.”
“I’m not lying!” I spit out. “She was the one who told me I should see you. She talked me into it, told me about her clients, how all this was so perfectly normal. She had more experience, so I trusted her.”
“And she didn’t want me for herself?”
“Any of the girls would have wanted any man who threw money at them,” I snap. “It’s a fucking business, Mikhail. That’s why we called youclients.”
“But for you, it was real.” His hands tighten on my wrists, pulling them backwards so my back arches. “Lie to me again,kotenok, and tell me you aren’t burning with jealousy at the idea of my cock in your friend, her on her knees for me. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now to show you just how much more I want you. Tell me how much you hate me doesn’t make you dripping wet every time we fight.”
I wrench my head around, glaring daggers at him as he pushes the waist of his joggers down, slipping his hard cock free. His hand wraps around it, his gaze full of lewd desire as he starts to stroke himself.
“I don’t want you,” I spit. “And I don’t care who you fuck.”
I know as well as he does that it’s a lie–not just that I want him and the pleasure he’s so capable of giving me, but that the idea of him touching anyone else like this makes me feel a burning, heated jealousy that I’ve never felt about any man. Even lovers like Adrian, who I took a great deal of pleasure in, I’d never felt so angry at the idea of them fucking someone else.
A lack of jealousy meant freedom for myself as well as them, the freedom to do as I pleased, which had always meant more to me than anything else. But now, with less freedom than I’ve ever had, I find my fingers clawing again at the thought of some other woman screaming with pleasure from Mikhail’s attentions.
He nudges my ankles apart with one foot, spreading my legs wider as he groans with anticipation, sending shivers over my skin. “For that,kotenok,” he promises darkly, “I’m going to punish you. And you’re going to enjoy it.”
The worst part is that I know he’s right. I can already feel myself tensing with anticipation, knowing how good it will feel. I’m furious with him, still vibrating with the desire to take it out on him in any way I could manage–but at the same time I can feel the building craving for what I know is coming.
Or even what I don’t.
I feel his fingers slip between my thighs, grazing over my clit as he rubs me lightly, a hiss of pleasure escaping from between his teeth as he slowly runs his hand over his straining cock. “Your pretty mouth can lie all you want,” he murmurs. “But we both know the truth, don’t we?”
